Doomsday Code

Chapter 603 The Cost of Using the Artifact

Seeing Sheli recover, Chen Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sheli is now the strongest fighting force among them. After making trouble for most of the night, although Emile was not injured, his strength was greatly depleted.

Daha was already exhausted after running for a day and a night. He was now in trouble both internally and externally.

There was a ghost thing following him outside, ready to contaminate him again at any time, and the fighting spirit in his body was drained away by the sword he just swung.

If it weren't for his remaining physical strength, Chen Cheng would be just an ordinary person now.

Chen Cheng threw the space containing the magic crystal to Emile and said:

"There's a magic crystal inside. I wonder if it can help restore the magic energy in your body."

Amir caught the space bag, then threw it back to Chen Cheng and said:

"Your man-made magic crystals are useless to us elves, and I'm an elf. I can recover from this damage after a night's rest.

How are your injuries? Do you need me to heal you?"

Chen Cheng took out a magic crystal that had healing magic already engraved on it from another space bag and said:

"You'd better recover quickly. I'm only slightly injured. I'm mostly just exhausted and feeling empty. There's no need for you to waste your magic."

After all, his physical strength is there, and his body-building method was taught by Samlet when he was young. Although he is only silver-level, his physical strength is three points stronger than that of silver-level monsters.

Therefore, those seemingly serious injuries just now were actually mostly external injuries. His weakness was more caused by the last sword that drained all the fighting spirit from his body.

Chen Cheng sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the healing crystal in one hand to repair the external injuries on his body, and holding the Sword of Kings in the other hand to look around.

This sword and the pendant around his neck are the only memories his parents left him in this life, and he has carried them with him since he was born.

The only time Samlet used this sword was when he was escaping from the pursuit of two demigods shortly after he was born. After that, he treated it as a sacrifice and never used it again.

When he was young, he didn't have much sense of belonging to this world, so he was more regarded as a work of art.

After all, the patterns and shapes on this sword are very beautiful.

As he grew older, he became closer to Samlet and realized the extraordinary power of this world.

But in the end, he still didn't take the sword seriously. He was more afraid that his identity would be exposed because of him.

And today, when he wielded this sword, he finally realized how powerful it was.

It can be said that he is only at the silver level, but when he holds this sword, it is like he has turned on the invincible mowing mode. Those gold-level monsters are no match for him with a single sword.

That kind of powerful feeling was something he had never experienced before, especially before he swung the sword for the last time. When he held the sword, he felt that no matter how powerful the being was standing in front of him, he could kill it with one sword.

That powerful feeling of security was something he had never experienced in his life.

"Is this the power that allows you to control your own destiny?"

Chen Cheng muttered while holding the sword.

At the same time, there was a determination to become stronger in his eyes that he had never had before.

If his realm was stronger at that time and he had more fighting spirit, perhaps the range of his sword would not be hundreds of meters.

Just when Chen Cheng was about to immerse himself in it, the opening of the space bag on his waist containing Squidward loosened, and Squidward crawled out of it, then kicked him in the face.

Suddenly, a burning pain on his face brought Chen Cheng back to his senses, and then he saw Squidward.

"What are you doing, damn octopus?"

Chen Cheng pulled off the Squidward that was stuck on his face and stared at him.

Squidward said with some worry:

"Are you okay, kid? Do you know that your mind was extremely unstable just now? If it weren't for my whip kick, you would have been in trouble."

When Chen Cheng heard this, he frowned, and then recalled what had just happened, and then he recalled the thoughts that had just popped up in his mind.

Chen Cheng immediately looked at the sword in his hand with a gloomy expression.

"Tell me if using this sword will affect my spirit."

Squidward looked at the Sword of Kings in Chen Cheng's hand, moved aside and said:

"How would I know that? I only know that you mortals have to pay a price for using the power of God. As for the sword in your hand, I don't know what the price is for using it."

Chen Cheng stared at Squidward and said:

"Oh, you don't know?"

As he spoke, he raised his sword and pointed the tip at Squidward.

"What are you doing, kid? Don't mess around."

"It's okay. You're an immortal being anyway. I'll give you two blows to test the price you have to pay. You'll be fine."

Chen Cheng would not believe what Squidward said. This Squidward must have his own plans if he was willing to follow him, and he could ignore it, but sometimes he didn't need to be polite to this octopus.

Seeing the sword approaching, Squidward cursed loudly, and then said:

"Boy, you hurt me. The price you have to pay is something you can't afford."

Chen Cheng stopped his sword and signaled Squidward to continue.

"Boy, do you know that your actions are a form of godslaying? The price of godslaying is unbearable for you mortals. Even if you can't kill me with this sword but can only injure me, this is still an act of godslaying.

By then, before the artifact's price is activated, you will have already died from the backlash of the Godkiller."

However, Chen Cheng did not listen to his words, but pinched his head and said:

"Don't lie to me here. I've damaged your body by grilling you many times before. Why didn't I encounter the so-called backlash you mentioned back then?"

When Squidward heard this, he sneered.

"Do you really think that's hurting me? Don't forget that I'm a god. God is a high-dimensional being. You, a low-dimensional mortal, can't hurt me.

Otherwise, why do you think the ancient people in your world sealed us instead of killing us?

It’s not that they don’t want to, it’s that they can’t.”

Chen Cheng frowned. He would not completely believe what Squidward said.

It is obviously nonsense to say that ancient civilizations cannot kill them.

But what he said about killing a god coming at a huge price should be true.

Chen Cheng pinched Squidward's head and then stuffed him back into the space bag.

Then Chen Cheng looked at the Sword of the King in his hand, stroked the sword with his hand, and then put it back into the scabbard.

The cost of using this method is not something he needs to consider now. Judging from Squidward's attitude just now, this price will not cost him his life. It is more likely to give him an irresistible desire to become stronger.

After all, if the price to be paid was too high, then he would not have been able to exist as the symbol of imperial power for thousands of years.

Because no emperor would want the artifact that symbolizes his supreme imperial power to be a magic sword.