Chapter 54

Standing motionless at the classroom door.

Even after giving up on the summoning and directly gripping the hilt to try to pull out the holy sword embedded in the ground, this attempt also failed.

The angel held the hilt with both hands and pulled with all her might.

The holy sword, which Sigma could wield with ease, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in the angel's hands, deeply rooted in the soil. No matter how hard she tried, she could not budge it an inch.

"I told you, the sword is inscribed with 'He who pulls this sword shall be the chosen king of England.' This guy doesn't have the capacity to be a king, so he can't pull it out no matter how hard he tries..." Sigma watched the commotion from the side, making small talk with Alice, who seemed to still be sulking. She shot Sigma a glare and turned her head away in a huff.

"How can this be... How can this be..." After several failed attempts, the angel looked disheartened. She stared in disbelief at the holy sword embedded in the ground and suddenly hissed, "Azure Wrath! Why don't you respond to me! I am your master! I command you, rise up!"

She lunged at the holy sword again, gripping the hilt tightly and trying to force it out. The brilliant holy fire flared up again, but it was flickering, as if it would go out at any moment. She used all her strength and said, word by word, "Rise up!"

The holy sword then burst into a brilliant light, the golden and blue radiance expanding in layers. A vast power erupted, violently throwing the angel back. The pure white angel let out a cry of pain and fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times, her hands and forehead bleeding profusely.

"Blood... Why am I bleeding?" She looked at the wounds on her hands, feeling the sharp pain from her palms, and muttered.

"...It happens every month, right?" Sigma couldn't help but say. Alice glared at him fiercely, making him awkwardly shut up. "Alright, alright, I'll be quiet..."

The angel sat on the ground, looking at the holy sword and then at Sigma, her expression pained and helpless. Despair, sadness, confusion, helplessness, anger... various emotions flashed across her face. Her bloodied fingers dug into the soil, and she lowered her head, her golden hair now covered in dirt. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and after a while, she let out a piercing scream, a mix of angry roaring and desperate crying...

"..." Sigma wanted to say something but felt that anything he said would be inappropriate. Although he was often a bit of a smartass, the angel was clearly extremely upset. Despite her foul temper, they had no deep grudges, so he decided not to rub salt in the wound.

"Have you lost the recognition of the artifact? It seems you have committed a grave mistake, leading to the loss of your rune armor and angelic rank, and even the ownership of the artifact." The void twisted, and a majestic figure materialized. Alice, seeing this, lowered her head in fear and said, "Greetings, Dark Lord."

Sigma, on the other hand, waved his hand casually and said, "Old Sarg, you came in person?"

Sargeras first glanced at Alice, then at the Azure Wrath holy sword, and finally turned his gaze to Sigma, puzzled. "You can actually pick up the Azure Wrath? That's truly strange..."

"Hey, what do you mean by 'someone like me'!" Sigma protested loudly, "I'm clearly the same as you!"

Sargeras ignored him and walked straight to the holy sword, reaching out to lift it, but it didn't budge. He squatted down and studied the runes on the sword, explaining, "The Azure Wrath is one of the ancient artifacts of Heaven's Peak. It is said to be forged from the core of a dead star by the Father God, then refined by the Aurora's power, blessed by the Holy Light, and sharpened by the Holy Flame, ultimately left to the angelic race. These artifacts forged by the Father God are incredibly powerful, but they have a drawback: they are very picky. Especially this Azure Wrath, only those who are worthy can use it. Do you see the runes on the sword? They are probably the manifestation of the Father God's will, but I don't know what they mean..."

"We don't know either, but the explanation in Heaven's Peak is that only the purest and bravest warrior can wield the Azure Wrath..." The angel, wobbling, stood up and looked at Sigma with deep resentment, "Such a person..."

"You can't pull this sword, so... " Sigma suddenly realized, "You're not pure anymore!?"

"Nonsense!" This light-hearted jest caused a violent reaction from the angel. She roared, "My divine soul is as pure as the Holy Light, and I have never touched a male from birth to now. No one in Heaven is purer than me!"

... But you just rubbed your ridiculously large chest against me.

Sigma wanted to say this but wisely kept his mouth shut. If the angel blamed him for her impurity, it would be too unjust.

"Wait, why can Sigma pick up the holy sword? Being brave and fierce is understandable..." Alice's eyes twitched as she looked at Sigma, "Can someone explain the definition of 'pure' to me?"

As a relative of the Washington family, a group of crazy and powerful fighters, Sigma was indeed brave and fierce. However, a troublemaker who blew up toilets, read pornographic magazines, lived a life of luxury, bullied teachers and classmates, and teased big-chested girls—how could such a person be considered pure in any way?

Sargeras, hearing this, thought for a moment and said solemnly, "I think the definition of 'pure' here is a virgin."

Hearing this, Sigma, who had easily pulled out the holy sword, immediately threw it aside as if it were a burning log. Facing the strange looks from the two, he became furious and shouted, "What the hell are you talking about! I'm not a virgin anymore! And that night, I took down thirty-nine long-legged, big-breasted ladies in a row, fighting for eight hours without a break! Damn, you're the virgin, and your whole family is a bunch of virgins!"

"...This guy who clearly looks like a virgin is trying to hide something," Alice muttered.

Sargeras looked at Sigma and suddenly let out a short, derisive laugh, which made Sigma even angrier. He then turned to the angel, who had a complex expression, and said calmly, "Uninvited guest from Heaven's Peak, I am Sargeras, the supreme leader of this land. The necromancers are not interested in your past or why you were exiled to Noren, but as you can see, the Azure Wrath now recognizes Sigma. At least for now, it no longer belongs to you."

Looking at the angel's desperate face, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He then said seriously, "You have two choices. First, I can arrange for you to be sent to the headquarters of the Holy Empire's Holy Sword Province. I think they will take you in, as we are of the same Holy Light lineage. Of course, you can't take the holy sword with you."

"I choose the second option!" The angel, looking at the holy sword, clenched her fists and said firmly.

"Alright, go to the logistics department and register as the 'public toilet' of Atlas Academy, and start your new, happy life..."

Facing the angel's terrified gaze, Sargeras smiled arrogantly, "Just kidding."

"Arrogant you, big head!" Sigma and Alice both flipped their tables in their minds.

"For the time being, you should follow him," Sargeras pointed at Sigma. "Although this little bastard looks unreliable and very perverted, with a strong tendency to seek revenge on society, since the holy sword chose him, there must be a reason. There must be a bright spot beneath his seemingly irredeemable, dirty, and corrupt soul that earned the holy sword's recognition. If you want to wield the holy sword again, you need to learn from him. That's settled."

"Hey, hey!" Sigma was about to protest, but Sargeras gave him a "I can only help you this much" look, a smile that all men understood, and disappeared instantly.

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