The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 113 Hunting Angels (4,000 words)

The techniques taught by Thunder Fist Skywalker were mentioned.

Ningdu just had a lot of grievances to vent.

This skill has no levels, and it's unclear where to start.

All they knew was that they needed to learn some kind of "heart skills".

Yes, yes, that's exactly what this old beggar is saying.

Use the power of your heart to feel, to inspire, and to merge.

Then, with one powerful strike, how incredibly awesome!

Ningdu quickly fed the old beggar some more beer, hoping he would eat a few more bites.

"Sword Saint, could you please give me some more pointers? Who would understand just by talking? I once watched a master, and he said the same thing. But just watching doesn't help. I've tried everything, but I still can't grasp the knack."

The old beggar chuckled.

"You're a hero and you still can't learn it? The legendary heroes only need to see it once to learn 70-80% of it. After using it a few times, they'll surpass the original owner."

Ning Du scoffed, "This isn't a hero, this is a pervert."

The old beggar laughed even louder.

Then he nodded and said, "Okay, give me your hand. Hurry up, give it to me!"

"What are you doing? You're not going to eat me, are you? I don't taste good!"

"Who wants to eat you, you shapeshifter? Put your hand on my chest, now!"

"Uh—I may be a hero, but I'm definitely not a pervert!"

Are you going to learn or not?

Ning Du had no choice but to place her hand on his chest.

"The power of the heart!"

Ning Du suddenly sensed that the old beggar had changed completely.

In his mind, the old beggar was like a connector, suddenly linking him to the whole world.

Then everything in front of me changed.

Everyone was bathed in light of a different color, the wind outside the window also took on color, and the words spoken became visible sound waves.

In the distance, some houses emitted black smoke, while others shone with golden light.

Various sounds of prayer, curses, and discussions filled the air.

Ning Du continued until he felt his brain throbbing, his body trembling, and he could no longer hold on.

Only then did he unconsciously withdraw his hand!

Then everything in front of me disappeared, and the sounds in my ears also vanished.

"This is----"

"This is what it means to see the world with your heart. Take your time to understand it, brave one!"

Ning Du muttered to himself.

"The eye of the heart. Oh, so that's what it means."

Without hesitation, Ning Du closed his eyes and tried to re-experience the state he had just been in.

The World Force connects with the outside world, and then uses the World Force to view the entire world.

What an amazing technique!

The Thunder Fist Skywalker gave him really good stuff. It wasn't some cheap knock-off!

The old beggar looked at Ning Du with a smile.

Although he demonstrated it once, he didn't think Ning Du could really master it.

This was a profound truth about the world that he only came to understand after entering the realm of the Holy Swordsman.

Only through this can he truly touch the power of the laws governing this world.

You think you can succeed after just one look?

Then all my decades of cultivation have been for nothing?

is it possible?

This is of course —

what?

Suddenly, the old beggar stopped laughing.

Because he clearly sensed that the "hero" in front of him was truly spreading his power and connecting with the outside world.

Although it was very inexperienced, slow, and cautious.

But that's basically a success!

once!

He actually only used it once!

The old beggar felt a chill run down his spine, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

If he had encountered this kind of pervert a few years earlier...

He would definitely accept the other party without hesitation and make him his personal disciple.

Such talent is amazing!

Truly worthy of being called a hero!

Only now is he beginning to truly believe that this "unremarkable" shapeshifter is indeed a hero sent to save the world.

Otherwise, how could he have learned so quickly!

In a short while, Ningdu once again entered the magical state of "Mind's Eye".

Not to mention, you can see much more in this state than usual.

And it seems they can even see the opponent's weaknesses!

Good technique, definitely a D or higher.

It consumes too much of the world's energy. In just a short while, Ning Du felt himself becoming somewhat exhausted.

His two hundred-plus world power was rapidly consumed and dissipated like flowing water.

call!

Ning Du exits the Mind's Eye state.

Given his current condition, let alone absorbing the power from the iron sword, it would be difficult for him to even hold on for a little longer.

Indeed, nothing is achieved overnight.

"Thank you, Holy Swordsman! Your teachings have benefited me greatly. However, absorbing the power from the sword is still a bit difficult."

I need to practice more!

"No rush, hahaha. Take your time, you'll succeed. Have you decided which angel you're going to kill next? Do you need me to guide you?"

"Yes, of course I want one. I'm considering whether to get a stronger one?"

"Strong? How about the commander of the Knights of Light? The angel Michael! His strength is absolutely top-notch. Kill him, and both your sword and you will skyrocket to the top tier of the kingdom."

"Uh—it doesn't need to be that strong. Never mind, let's start with something weaker. Preferably something like a wandering angel, someone we can solve with our brains."

"Okay, let's take it one at a time, no rush."

"Yes, no rush."

The old beggar nodded; this brave man was not greedy for credit or reckless.

Turning to the children, the old beggar said, "Are you city searchers ready? There's a new intelligence mission that requires you to investigate."

"Ready!"

"We now have a large workforce!"

"The entire Divine Grace Royal City is our spy network."

"Hero, please give the order. We guarantee we'll act much faster than the Knights of Light."

Ning Du nodded with a smile.

The old beggar said, "Then let's begin. Let's start with the fallen petrified angel, the holy sword angel!"

night.

On a dark and windy night, people are killing people and setting fires.

The rice cooker assassin struck again, moving nimbly and tumbling through the narrow underground passage.

In a certain part of the capital, a noblewoman who was admiring her beautiful face at home was suddenly attacked by a rice cooker.

The iron sword pierced her vital point with unerring accuracy.

But the noblewoman did not die; she immediately transformed into the legendary petrified angel.

Her eyes shone with golden light, and anything that was looked at by her eyes would turn to stone.

Even a rice cooker is no exception!

"Damn assassin, you think you can kill me!"

A rice cooker dressed in black with a black crucible on its head was immediately spotted.

Even if they knew beforehand that the other party had this amazing petrification technique.

But being watched still caught me somewhat off guard.

The only good news is that the rice cooker is petrified very slowly, and the process becomes slower as you go higher up.

The petrified angel stared intently at the rice cooker, its eyes wide open.

"Looks like you'll need to keep a close eye on me to slowly petrify me!"

The petrified angel replied coldly, "So what? You can't escape now!"

"Really? But you're petrifying too slowly. How long will it take you to completely petrify me with your eyes open? Won't your eyes get dry? Won't you want to blink?"

"What?"

The petrified angel was hearing someone speak to him like that for the first time.

She immediately widened her eyes even further.

How dare you underestimate an angel? And what's with the blinking?

I can go ten days without blinking and still take your life.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, a handful of rice appeared on the petrified angel's eyes.

With eyes that big, I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't throw something at you.

The petrified angel covered her eyes and wailed. The rice nearly pierced her eyes!

The petrified angel quickly healed his injuries, but then looked ahead again.

That round thing is gone.

A sense of horror flashed through her mind, and she quickly turned her head, only to see a huge rice cooker pressing her to the ground with one hand.

"Look, I'll show you! Take this! My iron sword attack!"

Holding the iron sword, Ning Du frantically stabbed the petrified angel.

Keep pounding her until she can't recover!

Then pry open her eyes and make her stand in front of the mirror, petrifying herself.

"Look, look closely!"

The petrified angel let out a final, agonizing scream.

The iron sword pierced her chest.

Another angel has died!

Next one.

The Royal Guard, leader of the Holy Sword.

The legendary second Holy Swordsman was actually the Holy Sword Angel.

He sensed the murderous intent even while he was still asleep.

Then I saw gray walls around my bedroom.

He immediately knew someone was coming!

This is the power of the wandering angel.

It seems that the one who killed the wandering angel has come before him.

He picked up his holy sword from the bedside table; its golden light resembled holy flame.

A rice cooker appeared before him, holding an iron sword.

The Holy Sword Angel spread its wings and coldly observed its opponent.

"You actually dared to come here to die."

The rice cooker calmly watched him.

The Holy Sword Angel continued speaking.

"I am not like those other weak fools. Do you see the sword in my hand? It represents light and judgment, courage and power. It is indestructible and can break through anything. No matter who it is, they will be cut in two before it. Anyone who dares to oppose it will disappear without a trace, not even ashes will remain."

"oh!"

The rice cooker gave a calm reply.

Then I threw a handful of rice at him.

This immediately caused the Holy Sword Angel to howl in pain.

"You damned bastard, you wretched bastard. You dared to sneak up on me while I was introducing you to the majestic Holy Sword."

"It's not too late for you to repent, and I'll grant you a complete corpse. If you don't, you'll soon vanish from this world."

"oh!"

Throw another handful of rice into the rice cooker!

"Damn it, utterly despicable! You've successfully enraged me. Today you will taste the bitterness of death. Arigagagagagata shimi mimi mimi————"

The rice cooker watched him pontificate, occasionally stomping its foot, and wondered what he was doing.

I had no choice but to ask, "Are you out of your mind?"

The Holy Sword Angel even had time to reply, "This is to strengthen the power of the Holy Sword, you idiot."

After finishing speaking, he continued reading, making the rice cooker feel a little dizzy.

Goodness, this is a chatterbox angel.

"Are you done yet?"

Inquiry about rice cookers.

"Almost there, almost there, just a little bit more!"

Finally, the Holy Sword Angel finished reciting the enhancement spell. The Holy Sword looked even brighter.

"Hahaha, die!"

The angel with the holy sword raised his sword and slashed at the rice cooker.

After all these years, finally there's a fool who actually stood there and listened to the incantation.

For this reason alone, the Holy Sword Angel did not intend to torture the other party.

Let's reduce the opponent to nothingness with a single sword strike!

The sword was drawn, and light filled the surroundings.

But the next moment, an even brighter light appeared.

With a bang, the holy sword split in two.

The Holy Sword Angel was immediately forced back to his original form, where half of his body was dark and his arm had decayed to the point of being only half intact.

The other half of his body looks fine, but it has also been tainted by darkness.

I'm really disappointed with the rice cooker.

After all that talk, is that all?

With such limited abilities, what are you even trying to prove to me?

"Are you a hero?"

The Holy Sword Angel exclaimed in astonishment.

The rice cooker was also a little surprised; this was the first angel to recognize him.

"How did you figure that out?"

The Holy Sword Angel answered with a wry smile.

"For only the sword of a hero can defeat me!"

The rice cooker nodded.

That's well-reasoned and supported by evidence; the other party isn't stupid.

"Okay, you're right, you can go die now."

"Wait, can I have a good look at the hero's sword? This is my last wish!"

The Holy Sword Angel's eyes flickered. He knelt humbly, begging to catch a glimpse of the hero's sword.

"cannot!"

Without a word, Ning Du pierced through him with a single sword strike.

The Holy Sword Angel cursed inwardly, how could he have failed to deceive the other party even after all this?

Isn't it said that brave people are compassionate?

Why does this guy in front of me seem so completely unmoved?

Ah, God of Light, can I ever return to your embrace?

One by one, the angels were dealt with.

The Sword of the Warrior in Ning Du's hand grew stronger and stronger, and Ning Du himself began to be imbued with the power of the Sword of the Warrior, with the number of law imprints on his body increasing accordingly.

As his power rapidly increased, he was able to deal with angels faster and faster.

Only one can be killed per night.

Hunting several in one night is not a problem.

The remaining angels in the entire royal city were utterly terrified within two or three days.

That round figure was their nightmare.

The bounty has been increased again and again, until even ordinary people can see it. This entity is no longer tolerable; if they see it, they shouldn't rush to kill it for the bounty, but rather run away to save their own lives.

The bounty was so high and so fast.

That can only mean one thing: the other party's crimes are getting more and more serious, and the higher-ups are powerless to do anything about it.

The people in the city started talking about it.

Has the Demon King come in person?

Otherwise, who could be so strong?

The kingdom's upper echelons, on the other hand, were eager to send in judges as soon as possible.

Otherwise, no one can guarantee that they won't die tonight.

After all, anyone who knows even a little bit about the situation knows what kind of people those who died were.

"Looks like it's coming soon!"

Inside the Knights of Light, Michael received the message, his gaze calm.

So many angels have died, and the rest have all taken refuge in his knightly encampment.

Needless to say, as long as the other party doesn't give up, they will definitely come.

Michael was finally about to meet him. He was very curious about who this person was, who was so powerful and so daring to kill.

They acted without any restraint even within the royal city!

The opponent's attacks were always precise and accurate, clearly indicating that they had their own intelligence network.

Are they from the Salvation Army?

Does this mean the Salvation Army no longer has any scruples?

Sigh, it's so hard to guess!

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