He was increasingly unable to control the knife, or in other words, he was increasingly unable to control the bloodthirsty desire deep in his heart.

At that time, Reyes finally found a job providing alchemy materials to a blacksmith with the help of his master and brothers. Although it was hard work, it was still pretty good for him at that time.

During that period of time, he lived a divided life like this, wandering around various cities during the day; bargaining with others in small towns for a pound of wood or a pound of steel, and might even get beaten if he met someone with a bad temper.

And at night, he would put on a black cloak and an ugly mask and wander around in the nooks and crannies of the darkness, looking for a suitable buyer, or in other words, a suitable host.

In just two months, he no longer knew how many demons he had helped find their hosts, nor how many people he had helped gain powerful power, but he was still reluctant to sell that knife. There was no other reason, every time he

Holding the knife with both hands, I felt warm in my heart and full of strength.

News of the Midnight Seller spread like wildfire. As more and more weapons were sold, his reputation grew. He used to be looking for buyers, but now buyers are looking for him.

Because of this, the price of weapons has also risen. Even so, there are still many people who want to buy one even though they are selling iron. Many people from other cities also come here to buy a weapon made by him. Even the city lord and the king secretly want to buy one.

Send someone to look for this unique genius.

All this completely angered the Alchemist Association headed by Trefas, especially some of the alchemists whose main source was forged weapons. They wanted to kill him quickly, but they had no choice but to find that person.

But paper can't cover up the fire. No matter how hard Reyes hides his identity, he will eventually be exposed to the public. He was caught red-handed by two of his junior brothers during a transaction.

He begged hard and firmly believed that what he did was not wrong. However, the two junior brothers were not interested in what he said. They only wanted to catch him and claim credit from the association. They also sneered at him and ordered him to leave.

All weapons were surrendered.

The Enma Taisword was held in his hand. It seemed as if it could understand his own angry mood. The handle of the sword gradually heated up and became hot, and the blade ignited with blazing flames.

He couldn't remember what happened after that. Even now, many years later, when he thinks about what happened at that time, he still can't recall even a single memory. The only thing he remembers is waking up and watching the two junior brothers fall to the ground, with something still in his hand.

Holding the tachi, my mind was blurred, and what followed was severe pain in my head, and then coma.

When he woke up, he had been taken to the Alchemist Association. The president was an old man who was over seventy years old. He was glaring at him with wide eyes. He struggled to kneel up, only to find that he had been tied up by the five-flowered sword, Enma Taishou.

He placed it ten meters away from him. When he turned around, he saw Trefas looking at him with regret and shaking his head.

Because he disrupted the market, many people wanted to get rid of him quickly. They looked righteous, but deep down they still cared about Reyes' forging formula. Only Trefas kept defending himself.

, let yourself hand over the formula and spare your life.

He really didn't want to recall what happened after that. It was at that moment that he saw the ugly faces of these sanctimonious alchemists, and the fire in his heart burst out like a volcano. At that moment, his mind went blank.

, I just want to completely destroy this dark place.

Those powerless alchemists were no match for him. It should be said that they were no match for Enma Tachi. At that moment, he personally experienced the pleasure of controlling other people's lives. He enjoyed these people shouting loudly at the top of their lungs.

I also like to watch them kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain.

That unprecedented sense of exhilaration disappeared after he walked out of the Alchemist Association. Not only that, he also felt a deep disgust for himself. It was not just disgust, it was a kind of fear that penetrated into his bones. He couldn't believe what he had just done.

Everything is your own doing.

He didn't run away, he just left the city. After the incident, the whole city fell into panic. This panic even spread to surrounding cities. He became a hot topic among people on the streets. What everyone was most concerned about was his

where he is going and whether he will come back.

After leaving the city, he also fell into a brief confusion. He didn't know where he should go, where his future should go, but the only thing he knew was that he had to deal with Enma Taishou as soon as possible.

He once thought about selling, which was indeed a good idea. He needed travel expenses. He was walking in such a hurry that he could only stop and go. After earning enough travel expenses, he would continue to move forward. The sword would definitely sell for a good price, although it was a bit

Dangerous, but with his reputation, this sword will definitely make people flock to it, but no, he quickly gave up the idea. The self-awareness of this sword is too strong, and the demon living in it is also very powerful. If it is sold,

It will definitely trigger a bloody storm, and by then the entire continent may no longer have peace.

After a fierce ideological struggle, he took the sword to the Eternal Desert. There was no one there all year round and there was only a pair of animal skeletons. It was the safest place to put the sword there. No! That was not safe enough. He lay down on the desert,

Digging with his hands, he didn't care if the sand was hot to his hands. With his unremitting efforts, he finally dug a hole big enough to accommodate the sword. He held the sword reluctantly, put it in and brought it up again, put it in and brought it up again, and repeated this several times.

After that, he made up his mind and buried the sword in the yellow sand.

The lava sword that Dai Chao was holding in front of him was the one that he had buried in the yellow sand. He couldn't have mistaken it. Although he was older and a long time had passed, he could still remember it clearly.

The appearance of the tachi in front of me is exactly the same as that one. Even the patterns on the handle are the same.

"Why is that knife here?" Reyes thought to himself. He had never set foot in that desert for so many years. Whenever he passed by, he would rather turn around in a big circle to avoid that place, because he knew very well that if he

After passing there, he would definitely be able to help save the sword from the sand, and this was exactly what he feared the most.

There is no use thinking about it now. The top priority is to kill the powerful enemy as soon as possible. The breathing of the second master squatting there has stabilized. He can join the battle after taking a short rest. The best scenario now is to defeat the first master as soon as possible. After that, the second master will have

Being injured and alone is not a problem.

"Boy, I'll fight from a distance while you fight at melee. How about we fight together and cooperate."
Chapter completed!