The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 112 The Power of the Heart (4,000 words)

Ning Du clearly saw the wandering angel in front of him widen his eyes, and then widen them even more.

It looked as if he was trying to bulge his eyes out of their sockets.

He probably has never heard of such a request in his entire life.

As a fallen angel, he was now unsure whether he had fallen or the guy in front of him had fallen even more.

Is this a wish?

This is clearly disruptive behavior!

"Believers, please don't joke around. Making a wish is a serious matter!"

"I'm not kidding. Hurry up, remember it's thick and long."

"Is this some kind of wish? Beware of divine retribution!"

"This is my wish! I love plunging swords into angels' butts; it's my sincere wish. You can't possibly fail to do it, can you?"

"you----"

"Great angel, please grant me this small wish!"

The wandering angel slowly retreated; he had truly encountered a "ghost" while walking in the dark today.

For the first time, even a mighty angel is afraid of an ordinary human!

Okay, let's assume the other person is a person.

Countless thoughts raced through the wandering angel's mind as she tried to persuade the other party to cancel the wish.

Unexpectedly, this round, grotesque creature suddenly shouted.

"God of Light above, great angel, please grant me this small wish. Let a thick, large sword be inserted into the angel's rear end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wandering angel unconsciously raised his hand.

As an apostle of the God of Light, his purpose is to fulfill the wishes of believers.

He can be twisted, but once he stands in front of the other person and begins to make a wish, it is equivalent to signing a contract of the law.

He couldn't refuse; he could only watch helplessly as his hand rose and light appeared.

"No, I can twist it too, yes, I want to twist the other person's wishes. But how do I twist them—God, how do I twist them?!"

The wandering angel had never imagined this situation.

So much so that he wanted to twist, but he didn't know where to start.

In his panic, he only managed to twist the greatsword.

So the thick, large sword was transformed into a spiral sword.

It burrowed in, like tightening a screw.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The wandering angel stuck out its rear end and emitted rhythmic screams.

Then he lay down in front of the door!

Ning Du felt that if he could film this scene, it would get at least a million views.

Of course, it's also possible that you'll be banned on the spot!

"Evil scoundrels — cunning scoundrels —"

The wandering angel squeezed out a sound from its throat, seemingly cursing the shamelessness of a certain rice cooker.

"Huh? What did you say? Great angel, are you saying I can make a second wish? Well, I'll make it then. You wish this great sword could bloom inside your ass, bloom a really big one—"

Before he could finish speaking, the Wandering Angel covered Ning Du's mouth.

Son of a bitch!

It's not enough to just stick it in; it has to bloom too!

You're really afraid I won't suffer enough.

The wandering angel finally realized that the guy in front of him was deliberately trying to mess with him.

With a stern voice and a ferocious expression, the wandering angel said, "What do you want? I'll grant you a normal wish. Stop making wishes like this."

Ning Du moved the wandering angel's hand away and slowly replied, "I don't want anything. I just want you to suffer, to bloom!"

A spectacular display of blooming!

"You bastard! Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Ning Du laughed and said, "Punish me? What, you want to kill me? Fine, I'll give you a chance. Let's have a fair fight to the death! You cancel your immortality, and I'll cancel my wish. How about it?"

Ning Du's voice was like a devil's temptation whispered in my ear.

The wandering angel suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Your wish has been granted!"

With a wave of the hand, the world changes.

A grayish-white light enveloped the surroundings, creating a scene resembling a war arena in subspace.

At this moment, the wandering angel finally revealed its true form: half angel and the other half skeleton.

The magic wand in his hand transformed into a scythe for reaping souls.

The sword in his buttocks had long been pulled out and transformed into burning wings.

"Foolish human, you actually want to fight me to the death. I'll give you a chance, but don't expect any fairness, because we are worlds apart!"

The wandering angel roared, its aura reaching its peak.

Countless undead immediately appeared all around and began to approach the rice cooker.

"Not fair, huh? Hmm, no problem. As long as you're willing to fight me to the death!"

Ning Du stretched his body and slowly drew his iron sword.

Immediately, the faint light on the iron sword shone brightly.

None of the surrounding spirits dared to approach.

Even the wandering angel was stunned. He didn't recognize the sword, but he recognized the power of the laws emanating from it.

"you----"

The wandering angel only realized what was happening at this moment.

This weird-looking guy doesn't make a proper wish, he's just deliberately picking a fight.

It's not that they're not smart; they're clearly here to kill him.

Other swords might not be able to kill him; after all, even in a death match, the cunning and treacherous wandering angel had left himself a way out.

It's impossible to do everything according to the other party's "wishes"!

But now, there is this sword.

His escape route seemed so ridiculous.

"No! No!"

The wandering angel watched as the other party raised his iron sword and charged straight at him.

The rice cooker boasts a heavy armor and lightweight design!

The rice cooker is jumping high!

Rice cooker power boost!

The light of the iron sword was like the call of death.

In his panic, the wandering angel unleashed the flames of corruption.

The grayish-white flames shot straight at the rice cooker, trying to stop it.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

When the rice cooker makes its move, the light of its inherent laws shines brightly.

The soft glow seemed to provide the rice cooker with a unique layer of protection. It not only boosted the rice cooker's confidence but also made it feel like it had inexhaustible energy.

His world seemed to be boiling with energy, a truly wondrous feeling.

The iron sword sliced ​​the wandering angel in two as easily as cutting tofu.

Half of the angels fell to the ground, wailing incessantly.

The other half of the skeleton landed, but immediately turned into black smoke.

The gray flames burned on the rice cooker, but seemed to do nothing to damage it.

Turning around, the rice cooker looked at the half-dead wandering angel with piercing eyes.

The wandering angels began to howl.

"You are a hero! You are a hero from the realm of gods!"

The rice cooker gave a wicked smile.

You guessed right, but there's no prize.

The rice cooker is bursting with speed!

With a slide, he appeared before the wandering angel, who then swung his scythe with all his might.

The two weapons clashed, and the sickle broke in two on the spot.

Like the heart of a wandering angel, it too was shattered in two.

bass!

The iron sword pierced the head of the wandering angel.

Visibly, the wandering angel rapidly withered, while the light of the iron sword continued to shine.

"The heroes of the divine realm—are getting uglier and uglier!"

After saying this, the wandering angel began to turn into specks of light.

Ning Du reached out to grab the point of light, but it turned into a white bead in his hand.

This thing looks somewhat like the light spots that the blue energy body turned into after it died.

Whether it can increase his strength is still uncertain, let's keep it for now!

After completely absorbing the power of the wandering angel.

Ning Du clearly felt that his iron sword had awakened some kind of ability.

With a wave of his hand, the world ripples like water.

Is this the true strength of the "hero"?

Amazing!

Ning Du smiled slightly.

He now felt increasingly confident in his ability to kill the other fallen angels.

The death of the wandering angel seemed to cause no ripples in the City of Divine Grace.

But in reality, at the moment the wandering angel died...

-

In some dark corner of the kingdom, an angel opened his eyes.

"Who is it? Who is hunting down the apostles of the God of Light!"

The angel was enraged, and the eight golden chains hanging on him rattled loudly.

Every chain was attached to his bones, locking him firmly.

The pain made the angel tremble.

A moment later, a golden light emerged from the darkness.

The next moment, an old man holding a staff appeared in front of him in a phantom form.

"Commander Michael, it's been a long time!"

The old man bowed slightly.

Michael coldly replied to him, "Minister Os, are you aware that someone is hunting down angels?"

The old man nodded and replied, "I just learned of it. The king ordered me to investigate this matter. So, I came to ask you first. Who do you think it could be? The people below all say it's a monster they've never seen before. Haha, a monster hunting an angel, how ridiculous."

Michael gritted his teeth and said, "It's not laughable. It must have been sent by that demon king. It wasn't enough that he corrupted my lord; he also wants to kill all the angels and then completely corrupt the whole world."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "That's possible. If it really was sent by the Demon King, then it makes sense. What do you plan to do?"

Michael looked into the old man's eyes and said, word by word, "Whoever it is, kill them without exception. Send the Hand of Judgment to issue the order to exterminate everything."

The old man trembled slightly upon hearing the word "hand of judgment."

His steps halted, and he said, "Is this necessary? The Hand of Judgment is not what it used to be. It has transformed from a blessing of the God of Light into a corrupted shell. If not properly controlled, it could spiral out of control."

Michael was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Then what can you do? I think even ordinary angels would just be throwing their lives away!"

The old man stepped forward and looked at Michael, saying, "I don't think the other party will go after ordinary angels next. He will eventually come knocking on our door."

"You mean, he'll come looking for me?"

Michael's eyes burned with rage.

He really wanted to see who was so fearless as to dare to assassinate him.

Although he is not as good as before, and although he is practicing "discipline" on himself.

But he remains the foremost battle angel under the God of Light.

Even if it were the Demon King, she wouldn't dare to come to his stronghold alone to carry out an assassination.

He left a deep impression on the Demon King back then, so much so that the Demon King never dared to use any tricks like seduction or enticement on him again.

"Yes, I think they'll definitely come looking for you. Since they're here to kill an angel, it wouldn't make sense if they didn't. What I mean is, set up an ambush near you. I'll personally lead the team and take that guy down. What do you think?"

Michael said coldly, "I have the Knights of Light!"

The old man shook his head and sighed.

"Do you really want the Knights of Light to see you like this? You should know that not all members of the Knights of Light can accept that the light has dimmed and corruption has spread throughout the kingdom."

Michael was speechless and could only nod in the end.

"Okay, I'll go prepare."

Just as the old man was about to leave, Michael suddenly looked up and asked, "How is my lord now? Is his corruption deepening?"

The old man replied, "It's still dormant, it's deepening, and it's irreversible. Unless—"

The old man paused for a moment after saying this.

Michael retorted, "Unless the heroes of the gods come to save us again. Hmph, laughable. Our world, of all people, needs outsiders to save it."

The old man calmly replied, "This is already quite good. According to my research, our world is very likely just a garden, a playground, or even a pasture for the gods."

"That's impossible!"

Michael refused to accept this claim.

The old man continued, "Don't resist. This is already the best possible outcome. If even this isn't the case, then our world may truly have no future, and there will be no more heroes."

The old man finished speaking and left.

Only Michael remained, hiding in the shadows.

The golden chains taut, and Michael let out a long sigh.

"Alas, hero!"

A dilapidated hut.

The rice cooker hero is being touted.

A group of children are bowing to a rice cooker, shouting, "You are invincible, brave warrior!"

"Wow, even angels aren't this good."

The rice cooker bravely shook its body, incidentally distributing rice balls to the children.

"The person who was speaking very softly just now, please be more careful next time!"

"You shouted louder, so I'll give you a little more."

Ning Du even gave some rice balls to the old beggar next to him.

The old beggar's eyes shone as he ate.

"You shapeshifter, you actually have this trick up your sleeve. I underestimated you! With this trick alone, you could survive anywhere."

The rice cooker chuckled, then asked, "Which fallen one are we going to kill next? I feel my sword is terrifyingly powerful. And I myself am incredibly strong!"

"That's because the power of the sword is starting to affect your body. If you can learn to master it, or even absorb it, you can become stronger quickly."

"Really? I'll give it a try."

The rice cooker quickly took out the sword and tried to absorb the power from it.

However, he discovered that this was simply impossible. This power was completely different from his world power, and there was no possibility of them merging.

Watching Ning Du's actions, the old beggar suddenly laughed and said, "No other way? Why don't you try my technique?"

"Do you have a solution?"

Ning Du looked at the old beggar again.

The old beggar looked up at the sky: "Oh, if only there were wine, I'm so thirsty!"

Without saying a word, Ningdu transformed into a refrigerator, took out wine and meat, and stuffed them into the old beggar's mouth.

The old beggar's eyes lit up after taking a sip of beer.

I took a bite of the roast chicken and was immediately shocked.

"Delicious, delicious. Oh my, you're getting more and more interesting."

After eating a few bites and drinking half a bottle,

The old beggar shook his head and said, "If the normal methods don't work, try using the power of your heart. Feel, inspire, merge—only then will it truly belong to you!"

"The power of the heart?"

Ning Du was not puzzled by what he heard, but rather startled.

Because that's what the Thunder Fist Skywalker told him in his technique.

Ning Du still hasn't figured it out!

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