Chapter 16: A Shocking Discovery—A Hidden Profession!
It’s Freya!
Right, she once said she could help heal injuries.
Originally, Morwen thought healing meant using medical methods—bandaging wounds and the like.
He never imagined it would involve something like “magic”!
In the blink of an eye, broken bones were mended, wounds healed.
It was nothing short of a miracle!
All he could say was:
Freya is magnificent, no need for further praise!
With no time to thank Freya, Morwen, having fully regained his mobility, sprang up and charged at the military automaton.
The mechanical soldier, moving in fits and starts, no longer posed a fatal threat to the now-mobile Morwen.
The tide of battle had completely turned thanks to Freya’s healing!
“Whoosh…”
The heavy greatsword swung through the air, its eerie howl still present but losing its initial sharpness and precision.
Dodging the greatsword’s strike with a sidestep, Morwen seized the automaton’s momentary pause, his eyes narrowing as he raised his foot and kicked the automaton’s sword-wielding hands.
At this moment, he was unarmed; relying solely on his fists, he could not destroy the automaton’s core and had to depend on a weapon.
The metal rod he had was bent and damaged, leaving the only weapon on the field as the steel greatsword held by the automaton.
“Bang!”
If the automaton had been fully functional, Morwen would never have been able to snatch the sword, but its state was now at an all-time low.
With one kick, the automaton’s grip loosened, and the greatsword slipped free.
Before it could fall to the ground, Morwen, prepared, caught it.
The weight, nearly ten kilograms, pressed heavily on his hands.
A typical two-handed sword usually weighs between two and three kilograms.
Don’t underestimate this weight.
The weight a person can lift and the weight they can effectively wield as a weapon are entirely different concepts.
To wield a two-kilogram greatsword well, one’s arms need to exert about a hundred kilograms of force.
A ten-kilogram greatsword was never designed for an ordinary person!
But Morwen didn’t expect to wield it skillfully.
All he wanted was to destroy the automaton’s core.
And that required only one strike!
Summoning all his strength, Morwen raised the heavy steel greatsword and thrust it into the automaton’s left chest.
The red light in the automaton’s eyes flickered; its body tried to dodge, but out of control, it couldn’t move an inch and could only watch helplessly as the sword’s tip pierced through its chest.
This time, the hardwood armor could no longer withstand the blow.
“Crack!”
A clear sound of breaking rang out.
The red glow in the automaton’s eyes rapidly dimmed, and the bluish-purple electric light within its chest gradually vanished.
“Thud!”
The now powerless body of the automaton was propelled backward by the sword’s momentum, falling to the ground and stirring a spreading cloud of fine dust.
— Model One Military Automaton defeated!
“Huff… huff…”
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