Summoning the Holy Sword

“…”

Rhode didn’t know how to react when he saw what was happening.

Goddamn!

There were two Stone Statues roughly two meters tall. Rhode clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. He knew right away that this palace was somehow connected to his Summoning Swordsman class.

According to the legends, the Summoning Swordsman was an ancient mythological class. When the player chose this class, he or she would be labeled as its only successor that appeared on the continent once again.

Wasn’t the class description and prologue meant to give the player a false sense of superiority, thinking that their chosen class was the ‘one and only’ unique class?

Now, it was hinted that the Summoning Swordsman class wasn’t created specifically for the player, but it was actually connected to the Fascarl Kingdom.

Though currently, it wasn’t the time to be thinking about these things.

“Mr. Rhode!”

Rhode wanted to rub his eyes. He thought that he was dreaming, but the fact was that the system wouldn’t lie. Indeed there was a ‘2’ in front of him.

Huh?

If I remember correctly, players only get 1 point per level. Why did I get 2?

Did the system change? Or is there a bug?

Although his mind was filled with doubts, Rhode didn’t hesitate to add his newly obtained Skill Points. What happened later can be discussed afterwards. But if he died now, he would lose any chance to do anything. So no matter what, if these 4 Skill Points were real, then he should just use it!

Rhode stretched out his left arm.

In his hand, he held the Soul Core he obtained from the Necromancer. A dark fog swirled around the fragile gem.

“Fusion!”

Followed by his shout, the formation below him shone even brighter than before. Both the Spirit Bird and Flame Killer turned into cards once more and spun around Rhode. As the cards slowly closed into the center, at the same time, the Soul Core began to tremble. A black fog appeared and condensed into an astral object. The two cards attracted to one another as though they were magnets, and once they got close enough, it suddenly collided.

Swoosh!! A dense fog billowed and engulfed Rhode. Marlene was shocked when she witnessed this scene. Even the Stone Statues and the Stone Cheetahs also revealed some form of vigilance.

A while later, a black card appeared inside the fog. It slowly descended onto Rhode’s palm. Above the card was an image of a Centaur Knight which donned a heavy, black-colored chest plate. On its head, it wore a fitting black helmet which hid its glowing red eyes. And in its arms, it held a sharp pike.

Nice!

Holding the card in his hand, Rhode felt a wave of assurance surging through his body.

And now…

When he was about to begin the battle, suddenly another system prompt appeared.

What is it doing?

Looking at the information on his system prompt, Rhode frowned. Although he had already acquired several Summoning Spirits, he still wasn’t quite sure about the mechanics of the Holy Sword Deck. Previously, when he forced the deck to level up, the system prompt had informed him about magic condensation and he chose to ignore it. But he didn’t even summon it right now, why would the prompt appear on its own? Why did it want to absorb the Soul Core?

Rhode understood that protesting was futile, so he decided to not think about it anymore. Anyway, the Summoning Swordsman class had always been a troublesome profession. He was absolutely certain about that.

The Soul Core on Rhode’s hand was destroyed and turned to dust. A white card suddenly appeared on his palm.

What the hell is happening?

If this had happened in the game, he would definitely record all of this information down and post it on the forums so everyone could analyze it together. But now he was obviously unable to do so. Moreover, the system didn’t even give him the chance to choose ‘No.’ So, should he answer ‘Yes,’ ‘Ok,’ or ‘Sure’?

He had no choice in this apparently.

Rhode cursed inwardly, but he still chose the Moon Shadow Swordsmanship since it was the best out of the bunch.

However, the next prompt made him slightly happier.

Without hesitation, Rhode chose ‘Yes.’

At that very moment, a light appeared.

The fog which shrouded Rhode previously was split apart by the light. In fact, it shone so brightly that Marlene was forced to close her eyes. A moment later, the light disappeared and everything returned to normal. When Marlene opened her eyes, she couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at the scene before her.

Rhode was still standing motionlessly at the same place. On his left was the black hound, and on his right was the two meters tall pike-wielding Centaur Knight. And as usual, the Spirit Bird perched on Rhode’s shoulder, focusing its sharp gaze to the front.

But there was an additional figure amongst the summoned spirits.

A young, petite figure stood next to the Centaur Knight.

It was a girl, an angel, to be precise.

Her long and lustrous white hair fell upon her shoulders, accentuating her delicate and beautiful face. She wore a Valkyrie-esque helmet, and her deep, blue eyes emitted a cool aura. She was also donned in an intricately carved ornate armor which emitted a faint white glow, and the white wings on her back flapped ever so slowly as she slowly descended to the ground. In all, her appearance was just like a sword that left its sheath; sharp, yet beautiful.

She single-handedly raised her sword with an indifferent expression on her face.

“10th Ranked, Eternal Holy Sword, Star Mark heeds your call, Master.”

“Very good.”

When Rhode laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t help but feel amazed.

But he still managed to hide his astonishment and nodded his head to acknowledge her. Then he lifted the sword in his hand and pointed forward.

“Well then, time to get started!”