The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 115 The Law of Sacrifice! (4,000 words)

"You've come!"

Michael stared intently at the rice cooker that had burst in.

He had always wanted to see what kind of being the Angel Hunter really was.

He had heard long ago that the other party looked very strange, like a monster.

But when Michael actually saw it, he still found it amazing.

How can someone who looks like that be able to hunt angels?

Ning Du didn't have time to waste words with him.

Who knows when those angels outside will come in?

He immediately drew his divine sword and roared, and the next moment a gray-white wall rose up around them, enveloping him and Michael.

"Saint's Domain, not bad!"

Michael remained motionless, still hanging there with his arms outstretched.

They seemed indifferent to any attacks from Ningdu.

Ning Du glided to Michael in a rice cooker-like motion, aimed at his heart, and stabbed him with his sword.

in!

The divine sword pierced through Michael.

Even if a normal angel survives this attack, their fighting ability will be greatly reduced immediately.

Because the divine sword truly absorbs their power.

But today, things are completely different for Michael.

When the divine sword entered Michael's body, it did not increase his power; on the contrary, it seemed to be fighting against some kind of powerful force.

The divine sword trembled, and in the end, it was forcibly ejected from Michael's body.

Ning Du could barely hold on, and watched helplessly as the divine sword flew to the side.

"Is this the sword you used to kill the other angels? Some skill, but not enough!"

Michael's wounds healed rapidly.

A flash of golden light appeared on his chest, and golden flames instantly spread out beneath him.

The rice cooker got so hot it was burning your feet, and then the entire rice cooker caught fire.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

It can make even a rice cooker feel hot.

As expected, the opponent's strength was beyond imagination.

This is not the Fallen Flame the old beggar spoke of; this is clearly the powerful Angel Flame.

Michael could have simply hung him there and burned him alive.

No, I can't take it anymore.

Lionheart Badge.

Forbidden Magic Zone!

The badge was taken out and instantly ignited.

However, before it was burned to ashes, a different kind of power swept everything away.

The angelic flames immediately dissipated, along with the light emanating from Michael's body.

At this point, Michael finally became somewhat serious.

"Sword Saint Badge! Looks like you didn't come alone. Come on, let me see what you're capable of!"

Michael waved his hands, and the eight golden chains snapped, moving on their own without wind.

It looks like eight wings flying freely!

Ning Du turned over and picked up the divine sword. Only then did he realize how vast the difference was between angels.

Michael's powerful aura was something Ning Du had never experienced in his life. Ning Du felt as if he had encountered that kobold again.

However, since magic has been banned, then we must fight with our fists and feet.

Ning Du held his breath and focused his mind, then began to charge forward.

The rice cooker is a double-edged sword!

Rice cooker power boost!

Michael blocked with one hand; even when a divine sword struck him, he simply slapped it away.

Without moving his feet, he swayed and dodged, his speed so fast that he even left afterimages.

"weak!"

Michael seemed somewhat disappointed with the strength Ning Du had displayed.

He grabbed the divine sword with one hand, then kicked the rice cooker open.

The force was so great that it dented the rice cooker.

If this were in human form, such a kick would basically decide the outcome.

"Too weak!"

Michael's words carried a hint of anger.

It was as if it was questioning the rice cooker, asking why it dared to cause trouble for someone so weak.

I've been waiting for you here all this time!

The rice cooker was a bit stunned after being hit. Now it's in a magic-suppressed state and can't transform again. Holy crap!

The opponent's reaction, speed, strength, and combat experience were clearly overwhelming.

What's the point of fighting?!

Old beggar, do you even know what you're doing?

Now that we've confirmed this is a sneak attack he can launch, can we really win?

Ning Du really felt like he'd been set up; maybe he should just run away.

The thought had barely formed when Michael threw Ningdu's divine sword back, planting it right in front of him.

With a loud voice, Michael declared, "The one who wields this divine sword is either a demon king or a hero! You will not escape today; either you die, or I perish!"

His body trembled, and the eight golden chains behind him grew wildly, sealing off the entire surrounding area.

The moving chains, as if alive, formed walls on all sides.

It seems there's no way to leave now; the only option is to fight to the death.

The rice cooker stood up again and continued to work hard to circulate the world's energy within its body.

Well, under the state of magic suppression, it is extremely difficult to release world power outwards; it is very difficult to spread it throughout the body.

Now, the only move we can try is "Mind's Eye".

This is what the old beggar taught as "the power of the heart".

open!

Ning Du gritted his teeth and activated it, and various colors of light immediately appeared in front of Michael.

Black aura, white aura, and golden aura were all around him.

At the same time, Ning Du also saw the laws shining on his body.

Under the Eye of the Mind, the light of the laws seemed to overshadow everything else.

Is this the true source of Michael's power?

Fight!

Ning Du picked up the divine sword and used it to slash the rice cooker as it rolled on the ground!

Michael only took a half step back and sidestepped.

Then he kicked the rice cooker again!

In his eyes, the rice cooker was pitifully slow.

Ok?

But the moment he kicked it, a strange light flashed across the rice cooker.

The next moment, the rice cooker suddenly accelerated, leaving only a blur in place, and a sword pierced towards his waist.

It wasn't the heart, it wasn't the neck, it was actually the waist.

Michael immediately realized that his weakness had been seen through.

The other person also has "angel eyes"!

This time, Michael could no longer use only one hand.

He pulled out his other hand as well, clang!

Fist against knife!

The blade of the rice cooker pierced the fist, but couldn't go any further.

The blade bent and bent again, and a layer of white light shone on the rice cooker, which was also the power of the divine sword.

"That's getting interesting, but still not enough!"

Michael's body suddenly grew larger, and his fist increased in size by more than five times in front of him.

The violent force was overwhelming, causing the rice cooker to retreat desperately.

The Fist of Justice!

The power of the Archangel!

Pure power, without any fancy techniques.

The rice cooker finally gave in and was knocked away by a single blow.

In mid-air, the powerful force caused the rice cooker to disintegrate, and the lid flew to the side.

It looked like the skull of a demon was knocked off.

The rice that had fallen on the ground looked like pieces of brain matter that had been flung out.

boom!

The rice cooker fell to the ground and was smashed beyond recognition.

Michael withdrew his fist and sighed.

A guy who looked like a hero arrived, but he was only like one.

Michael was about to retrieve the golden chains.

But the rice cooker struggled to stand up again.

"It's not over yet!"

The rice cooker's fighting spirit hasn't waned, even though it can't beat them.

But the rice cooker will never allow itself to lose before it has even hurt its opponent.

Even in death, the opponent must pay a price.

Otherwise, wouldn't they have died in vain?

A fierce determination welled up inside him and then began to spread throughout his body.

Ning Du, who is usually carefree and jovial, finally revealed his true colors at this moment.

The sand sculpture is just my camouflage!

The stubborn silliness is the real me!

Ning Du picked up the divine sword again and held it horizontally in front of him.

Michael looked at this strange fellow and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmm, now that you look at him, he really does look like a hero. Do you still want to fight? I won't hold back from now on."

Michael finally rose into the air, his golden wings unfurling.

Unlike other angels, he has three pairs of wings, not one.

With his six wings spread, Michael was enveloped in dazzling golden light.

No matter how Ning Du looked at it, he couldn't see that he had been corrupted.

Michael shone with golden light, just like the embodiment of justice itself.

Ning Du is doing his best to maximize his global influence.

He was determined to die; his only wish was to inflict some damage on his opponent before he died.

I never imagined I would actually die in another world.

Haha, the training camp is so much fun!

Even if I die in another world, I will not bring shame to the "God Realm".

I am a hero!

The rice cooker cried out in its heart, and the laws governing it suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The almost useless badge suddenly floated over on its own and embedded itself in Ning Du's body, transforming back into a Law Seal.

Others might not recognize him, but Michael could.

This seal of law represents "courage".

The law has approved of him!

He truly is the legendary hero, the hero who saved the world.

Michael's mind suddenly became confused.

But then he clenched his fist.

"Come, hero!"

The rice cooker roared loudly, propelled by the force emanating from it.

"Fallen angel, accept my purification!"

hum!

The magic-suppressing barrier was suddenly breached.

A blinding white light shone from the rice cooker, breaking through the dungeon, bursting out of the white tower, and soaring into the sky.

Michael was also at full power, and the golden light made the white tower sway.

A colossal angelic form reappeared in the City of Divine Grace.

Countless citizens of the kingdom who were awake witnessed this scene.

They knelt, they wept, they shouted.

That is the sign of the return of light!

"A just trial!"

"Sword of Purification!"

The two beams of light collided instantly.

The angels outside who were still trapped in the "true love trap" were all blown away.

The forbidden spellcaster and his subordinate mages emerged one after another.

But when they saw those two beams of light, they knew it was too late.

"not good!"

The old master of forbidden spells could, of course, tell what the two beams of light represented.

One is Michael's angelic power, and the other is the hero!

Yes, the hero has truly returned.

Without hesitation, the old forbidden spell master instantly realized that the trap he had set was probably not going to work.

Since the hero was able to fight Michael to such an extent, there was no way he could be afraid of his magical restrictions.

Leave now, or I feel like I'll die.

As the smoke rose, the old forbidden spellcaster was the first to depart.

As for the other angels and magicians, seeing the light explode a second time, they all scattered in fear.

Those who couldn't dodge it were instantly reduced to nothingness under its light.

terrible!

powerful!

The power of absolute laws.

Many angels who had calmed down immediately knelt down.

They cried out, "My Lord, have you awakened?"

Inside the dungeon.

The rice cooker warrior and Michael fought to the very end.

It's not surprising that a hero can unleash any kind of power, because he is a hero.

After Michael used up his angelic power, he suddenly began to weaken.

Little by little, Michael's radiance was suppressed.

boom!

A burst of golden light erupted.

The divine sword instantly struck Michael's neck.

The shrunken Michael shed golden blood.

"So strong! No wonder he's a hero favored by the world!"

Michael actually smiled at that moment.

Ning Du looked at him, then suddenly drew his sword and took a few steps back.

That's enough!

They did not continue their attack, nor did they split Michael in two.

Ning Du suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

Because he sensed that Michael had not been corrupted at all.

His strong willpower and his resistance to corruption over the years prevented him from becoming a fallen angel.

Although there were some signs of decay in his body.

But he is still the same Michael full of justice.

"No, don't go!"

Michael suddenly called out to Ningdu.

"Hero, I have something to tell you."

Michael stepped forward and looked at Ningdu with a smile.

Ning Du didn't know what he was going to do, and only calmly said, "I only kill the fallen and demons. You are not!"

Michael grasped the tip of the divine sword and replied with a smile, "Yes, I have not yet fallen. But you need my power!"

With that, Michael rammed his waist and abdomen into the divine sword.

The divine sword pierced through his only weakness, the corrupted area.

Michael could clearly feel that the divine sword had finally begun to absorb his power.

He laughed heartily and said to Ning Du, "Hero, take it. Go and save the world with it."

Ning Du's eyes flickered slightly; he regretted coming here.

There really are angels in this world who do not fall, and they are constantly fighting against corruption.

He tried to pull his sword back, but Michael held it tightly.

Michael pointed to the rice cooker's body with his other hand and said, "Your laws aren't enough. I'll give you another one!"

Slowly, Michael used his golden blood to carve a mark on the rice cooker.

These marks are like fire, carrying a scorching temperature.

After Michael finished carving, the mark truly emitted a light that only laws could produce.

Do you understand this rule?

Michael asked one last question.

Ning Du shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Michael laughed, "It's called sacrifice. It will grant you the power of immortality!"

"What?"

Ning Du wanted to ask more, but Michael's body quickly withered and shrank until it collapsed into specks of light.

sacrifice?

The power of immortality!

Ning Du suddenly realized what was happening.

Did Michael originally possess an immortal body?

He actually gave this to me now?

Sure enough, the rice cooker quickly recovered, and even the lid grew back.

Recovery, rebirth, immortality.

The rice cooker finally realized that it possessed the power to fight the demon king.

"Thanks!"

Ning Du looked at the scattered specks of light and spoke.

The specks of light drifted out of the dungeon, out of the white tower, and towards the four directions of the royal city.

Inside a dilapidated hut, the old beggar also saw these points of light.

First, he slightly opened his mouth, then the old beggar laughed and said, "As expected, Michael, you've returned to the goddess's embrace first. Farewell, old brother!"

On the other side, inside the royal palace.

The figure who had sat motionless on the throne for so many years finally opened his eyes.

"The angel is dead. It seems the tide has truly turned. Hand of Judgment, go forth and seize him. I want him alive."