I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Countless sheets of paper fluttered down from the sky.

Not Agito: Chapter Ten Paper Cutting Soldiers

From the heavens above, countless sheets of paper, like light snowflakes, fluttered down to earth.

These papers, vibrant with color like a rainbow, yet without a single word, drifted down gently, finally touching the earth. At that moment, a wisp of smoke rose, like ghosts dancing in the underworld.

As the smoke spread, blurry figures gradually became clear, as if they had been born from nothingness or crossed from a crack in another world.

Countless paper figures stood on the vast beach, exuding a faint aura of gloom.

These paper figures, numbering over a thousand in the blink of an eye, densely covered the entire beach, like an endless sea of ​​paper, magnificent and imposing.

A cyan figure appeared in the sky. She had very long hair, her head was shrouded in clouds, and she looked enormous.

"We meet again, newborn warriors."

The voice of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, as melodious as a nightingale's, rang out.

“Your mission as my tool to take revenge on Maitreya is over. Now I will eliminate you with my own hands.”

Hearing this, Mingxian smiled wryly: "Such a high and mighty statement. But sending out some paper figures and hiding yourself, isn't that underestimating me?"

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden said with a smile, "I think it's enough to deal with a newborn."

Mingxian: "..."

Previously, they were novice warriors; now, the term has been shortened to "novice."

Was this goddess doing it on purpose?

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden continued, "If you can defeat my retinue, I wouldn't mind playing with you myself after I'm resurrected."

That's all I have to say.

Mingxian slowly stepped forward.

However, Xian Juanguang acted first. He quickly turned around to face the phantom of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, while protecting Mingxian behind him.

"Isn't it beneath the dignity of a deity for an unknown goddess to deal with a child in such a high-profile manner?"

Mingxian: "..."

Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden: "..."

The man and the god were speechless for a moment.

Why is this person adding so much drama to their story?

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden didn't bother with Xian Juanguang, this ordinary person with some divine blood, and simply chanted the incantation indifferently.

"Vague and ethereal, Supreme Jade Purity, aiding the distressed and relieving the poor, cutting paper into soldiers, the three souls return to the left, the seven spirits return to the right, quickly rise and obey my command."

These paper soldiers neither eat nor drink, nor speak, and are unharmed by any earthly weapons. They advance and retreat in an orderly manner, charge into battle, and are completely under the control of their master.

Her steps were light yet powerful, as if she were a ghostly dancer from the underworld.

The paper soldiers, armed with weapons, charged towards Mingxian.

Upon seeing this, Hikaru took a deep breath and quickly said, "Go find Kokoro and leave this place. I'll hold off these paper soldiers."

As he spoke, Hikaru Tsurumaki's eyes hardened, and he grabbed the remaining weapons from the armor, while recalling the method the Onmyoji had mentioned.

To turn bullets into a means of killing mythical beings.

"Get out of the way."

Mingxian grabbed Tsurumaki Hikaru's shoulder and threw him behind her before stepping forward.

Gene lock, second order.

open!

The thought acquired energy, transformed into magical power, and gave commands to the vast magical power within the body. The magical power flowed towards authority, and the usurped divine power circulated throughout the body.

The paper soldier's broadsword, gleaming coldly, mercilessly slashed at the resounding bowstring.

Clang!

A deafening clang of weapons clashing echoed through the air.

Mingxian suddenly raised his right arm and blocked the paper soldier's sharp blade.

The moment the upper arms made contact, blackness spread from the point of contact between the arm and the blade. The color was so deep that it was like the night sky swallowing the stars, or like the feathers of a phoenix that had just been reborn from an endless sea of ​​fire.

This strange transformation is not merely a change of color, but a metamorphosis of the essence of life.

Blackness swiftly engulfed every inch of Mingxian's skin. His clothes were first scorched yellow, then turned into molten iron and reshaped, like a work of art in the hands of a craftsman, hammered countless times, ultimately becoming a stunning masterpiece.

Mingxian's body underwent a transformation; every inch of its flesh turned into steel.

The outline of the muscles was faintly visible, like countless dragon scales attached to the body, forming this physique.

Its eyes turned into crimson gems, bronze horns stood proudly atop its head, and its bronze body, as robust as an ancient oak tree, stood firmly on the earth.

Image: "Copper Head, Iron Back", Location: "Images/1730035217-100420133-112277918.jpg"

"what!"

The zither rang out and roared to the sky, the sound piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The teeth had turned completely into silver-gray metal, sharp and neat, like the fangs of an ancient behemoth.

Iron Hand grabbed the paper soldier and tore it apart with its sharp teeth.

呲————

Paper scraps flew up instantly.

His head was lowered, and the steel on both sides of his chin slowly closed, concealing the sharp teeth that could tear apart a storm, but it could not conceal the indomitable will and wild power emanating from the depths of his soul.

The body has become a living "sword".

Not only his body, but even his clothes have been transformed into bronze armor.

The materials it touches will also be transformed into steel weapons.

Mingxian threw a punch at the paper soldier, and the paper figure shattered instantly, just as a fragile dream was destroyed by the iron fist of reality, with paper scraps flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of paper soldiers seemed to receive an invisible command. They regrouped and transformed into a vast army, carrying endless chill and the aura of death, surging towards Mingxian.

boom!boom!

Countless weapons imbued with malevolent energy slashed down like lightning, arrows rained down, dense and swift, each one attempting to pierce the steel-like body.

However, all these attacks were nothing more than a sudden downpour on a summer afternoon, fierce but not enough to shake him in the slightest.

Mingxian controlled his magic power, which surged towards his arm.

The power of the spell flowed out instantly, gathering in his right arm along with his will.

A sharp metal blade suddenly grew out.

Zheng!

Mingxian swung his arm, and the sharp blade was like the scythe of death. Wherever it passed, the paper soldiers tore apart. Their bodies were easily cut apart, just like exquisite paper-cut artworks, which were shattered by brutal force.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper soldiers vanished into thin air.

All that remained were scattered scraps of paper and a lingering, eerie laugh in the air.

"Hehehe!"

Amidst the eerie laughter of the paper soldiers, countless paper soldiers suddenly seemed to be flattened by an unseen hand, turning into thin sheets of paper, which were then blown into the sky by a cold wind and rapidly transformed, as if they were being shaped into new forms.

One after another, giant snakes appeared.

As soon as these paper snakes appeared, they opened their mouths and spewed lightning, fire, and cold air at Mingxian, as if they wanted to completely wipe him out.

Countless attacks came toward Mingxian, but none could shake him in the slightest.

Fierce!

A raging fire erupted, and the paper soldiers were engulfed in eerie flames. The fire from the underworld offered no warmth, but rather carried a chilling aura, freezing everything around them.

As Hikaru Tsurumaki watched this scene, he couldn't help but shudder.

Although he didn't know what had happened, it seemed that Mingxian didn't need him to worry anymore.

"Who exactly is this person, capable of fighting on par with a god..."

The cold light made the white hair of the stringed instrument turn silvery white.

He was somewhat saddened.

What incredible luck! Someone I just randomly picked up on a deserted island turned out to be an extraordinary person.

Whoosh!

The paper soldiers transformed into clusters of cold fireballs, hurtling toward the zither with a whooshing sound.

Explosions echoed one after another, like continuous thunder, shaking the land.

The chill, like a defiant opponent, swept around with the aftershocks of the explosion, enveloping everything in its icy embrace.

This small island in the south, which should be basking in the warm sunshine, is now experiencing a sudden drop in temperature, as if it had returned to the cold polar region overnight.

The chill gradually dissipated, revealing the bronze arms and iron body of the bell.

Its body remained standing upright like a javelin, its entire body tightly wrapped in a thin layer of white frost, resembling a cold statue, exuding an inviolable majesty.

Take a small step forward.

The frost clinging to him fell off like frightened children and dissipated into the air.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden exclaimed, "A heart of gold, lungs of silver, a head of bronze, a back of iron, a body of steel—you have indeed acquired an amazing defensive power, but it's just a shield!"

"How will you deal with this sword?"

A golden star lit up the horizon, and Mingxian immediately dodged.

A golden sword light swept across the beach, leaving a deep trench. A golden sword streaked across the horizon, turned, and flew towards Mingxian again!

Not Agito: Chapter Eleven - The Sword of Bahram