The ever-changing star starts with a rice cooker.

Chapter 116 Slaying the King (4,000 words)

The rice cooker stood still for a long time.

The immense power of the laws caused the rice cooker to "swell" slightly.

It's not that their spirit is inflated, it's that their body is inflated.

Without the world's prompting, the rice cooker started to grow bigger, to the point that it seemed impossible to control.

The rice cooker felt it had an endless amount of energy that needed to be released.

Just then, Michael sacrificed himself.

Angels and magicians rushed in from outside.

"Here it is!"

"Take him down!"

The angels attacked, and the magician raised his staff.

Before defeating Michael, the rice cooker might have been somewhat afraid of them.

But now, in the eyes of the rice cooker, they are all lost sheep who need "guidance".

With a single swing of the divine sword, its light sliced ​​through everything in its path as easily as cutting tofu.

Wind, fire, thunder, lightning—all sorts of magic struck the rice cooker.

It's like a stone thrown into a lake, creating only ripples before disappearing without a trace.

The rice cooker slowly walked out, and wherever it passed, angels lost their wings and magicians were bound.

Their expressions of astonishment, fear, or resentment all fell into Ning Du's eyes.

But it did not stir the slightest ripple in Ning Du's heart.

These corrupt beings, who corrupted the Demon King and became ungrateful and only sought pleasure, now need to be purified!

They died in batches, and most of them turned into specks of light after death and were absorbed by the divine sword.

Ning Du's aura not only did not weaken, but instead became even stronger.

As soon as Ning Du stepped out of the White Pagoda, a huge six-pointed star magic circle appeared beneath his feet.

A group of monks raised their staffs and chanted incantations, their voices gradually rising in pitch, their robes fluttering in the wind.

The magic circle beneath their feet emitted a bright light, seemingly illuminating the entire night sky.

The violent magic produced a pale light, and a beam of light that melted everything fell, landing directly on the rice cooker.

Forbidden spell array!

Light of divine punishment!

Anyone, even an angel, would be severely injured under such a powerful magic array.

But then the rice cooker raised its divine sword and roared.

The sword light pierced the pillar of light, and the magic circle immediately cracked.

All the mages collapsed to the ground, their staffs shattering one by one.

The rice cooker stood still, while the divine sword gleamed.

At this point, some background music should be playing.

It's a pity, it lacked atmosphere.

But don't worry, the rice cooker will announce itself.

"One, two, three little kids, four, five, six little kids, seven, eight cute little kids, all holding hands, they'll all die. All holding hands, they'll all die—"

They sang happily and played games with great enthusiasm.

After the rice cooker finished singing, the vast headquarters of the Knights of Light was completely empty, with not a single angel or magician left.

Only the Knights of Light, who had rushed over, stared in shock at the rice cooker.

The fear was no less than seeing a living demon king.

"Whether they sang the wrong song or not doesn't matter, as long as the meaning is there!"

The rice cooker looked up into the distance.

The power within him is still swelling to the point where it needs to be released.

His Eye of the Mind remained open, and he could see from afar the soaring black mist inside the palace.

Needless to say, the real big boss hasn't been dealt with yet.

Since we're already here, we can't just leave a boss alive and go straight to the Demon King.

Be serious and thorough in your work.

The rice cooker darted around and appeared behind the Knights of Light.

The same F-rank skill, Rapid Dodge, now felt like more than a D-rank skill in Ning Du's hands.

The knights of the Order of Light couldn't even see it, let alone catch up with it.

All I could do was watch as the rice cooker "teleported" and disappeared.

Then the knights of the Knights of Light looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Should we continue the pursuit, Captain?"

"Chase me, you son of a bitch!"

Swift as the wind, moving with lightning speed.

Before long, the rice cooker was brought into the palace.

The golden-armored warriors guarding the way tried to block the way, but they fell to the ground one by one with their swords.

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Running royal servants, screaming royal girls, and rushing royal guards.

None of this could stop the rice cooker from becoming more and more popular.

It acted as if the rice cooker was nothing, heading straight for the place where the black aura was the densest.

At this moment, the one sitting on that huge throne looked at the Hand of Judgment, who had already left, and strode back.

"Did you catch them?"

"No, no need to catch him, he came on his own!"

Upon hearing this, the king finally sat up straight, and the chair beneath him creaked loudly.

Not long after, the massive main gate was kicked open.

The rice cooker's silhouette stretched long in the moonlight, completely obscuring the king's face.

Holding a divine sword, he walked into the hall with a rice cooker.

The Hand of Judgment stood before the throne, its entire body clad in black iron armor, yet one could see that the armor bore the marks of laws.

Beneath the armor were a pair of pure white eyes, and his body was tall, definitely over four meters.

"The Hand of Judgment, Old King!"

The rice cooker slowly stepped forward.

It was confirmed that the enormous black aura was emanating from the old king.

The old king opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the rice cooker that had walked in.

He only uttered two words.

"Brave!"

The rice cooker moved straight ahead, its steps unhurried, the light of the divine sword in its hand flashing like breathing.

"After all these years, a hero has finally appeared. But you're too late!"

With a wave of his hand, the old king plunged darkness into the entire hall.

Goodness, all the other angels are half-corrupted.

This old king, you're completely corrupt!

Does corruption originate from you?

The hand of judgment glowed red, and illusory angel wings unfurled behind it.

A radiant greatsword appeared in his hand, clearly indicating he was among the kingdom's top combatants.

This is the kind of opponent that even a rice cooker would have to avoid.

But now—

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

Behold my divine sword, invincible!

The rice cooker made a lightning-fast cut!

clang.

Swords clashed, and the opponent's radiant greatsword was immediately cut in half.

Sensing the rice cooker's formidable power, the Hand of Judgment was struck by a surge of furious lightning, and summoned a giant thunder sword with its left hand.

When the two swords unite, the world is at peace.

There is definitely no such thing as invincibility.

The next moment, the rice cooker severed his armored hand with a single sword strike.

At this moment, the sharpness of the divine sword was such that no armor could withstand it.

Rice cookers are making leaps and bounds!

As the longsword slashed, the head of the Hand of Judgment flew off.

To Ning Du's slight surprise, there really was no body beneath the armor.

The Hand of Judgment was actually a suit of armor.

Ding-dong!

The helmet hit the ground, but the hand of judgment did not die.

He lunged forward with one hand behind his back, intending to pierce the large rice cooker with a single sword strike.

The Thunder Sword pierced the rice cooker's body, but only left a white mark before it could penetrate even further.

Instead, the rice cooker turned around and kicked the Hand of Judgment.

The laws surrounding the Hand of Judgment exploded, and the Hand of Judgment staggered and fell to the ground.

"weak!"

The rice cooker uttered a single word.

The way he acted pretentious made him seem like some kind of angel.

Ignoring his defeated opponent, the rice cooker warrior continued toward the old king.

But after taking just one step, black smoke suddenly rose up behind them again.

Turning my head, I saw the armor of the Hand of Judgment spinning like a tornado.

Within the black tornado, a figure opened its ferocious maw and let out a beast-like roar.

The rice cooker warrior held his sword horizontally in front of his chest and scoffed, "This also has a second stage?"

The black tornado lunged at the rice cooker again.

With a flick of his wrist, the rice cooker unleashed a sword strike, the sword light transforming into a crescent-shaped sword aura that cleaved the ground and the roof of the main hall.

The whistling sword energy flew out of the main hall, leaving a mark on the ground that resembled a crack in the earth.

However, the sword energy did not harm the black tornado.

Click click click.

The armor landed on the rice cooker, forcibly covering it.

Surprisingly, this armor can even extend and retract.

The giant rice cooker, which is over two meters tall, is still able to fit perfectly.

Once the rice cooker is covered in armor, it seems unable to move anymore.

At the same time, the black figure burrowed into the rice cooker, appearing to possess it.

The old king watched as the rice cooker froze in front of him and burst into laughter.

"Hero from the realm of gods, do you really think things are still the same? This world is beyond saving!"

The darkness emanating from the old king quickly sprouted into black vines.

These vines looked like living things, moving like snakes and spreading all around.

The old king himself began to degenerate, with horns growing from his head, sharp teeth, and bloodshot eyes.

The rice cooker remained silent, seemingly under control, or perhaps simply watching the old king's performance.

The old king forced himself to stand up from his chair, only to find a demonic figure slowly crawling out from his back and then emerging from his shoulder.

What an ugly face, with a crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and teeth growing right in the middle of the face.

It could even speak, its voice carrying an evil laugh: "The hero came to his death with his sword, hehehehe. If we could devour the hero, wouldn't we become something even more powerful than the Demon King? At that time, this world could be completely corrupted, humanity would perish, and only our corrupted existence would remain."

The rice cooker remained calmly watching him.

The corrupting ghost stretched out its small hand and slowly touched Ning Du's body, seemingly wanting to take away Ning Du's sword.

"The Sword of the Hero! The legendary sword that saved the world. Shouldn't it have been destroyed long ago? How foolish that the Demon King would leave it behind? How laughable, how utterly laughable."

The moment the corrupted demon's hand actually touched the divine sword.

Suddenly, the rice cooker's other hand grabbed his face.

The corrupting spirit cried out in alarm, and the old king looked utterly shocked.

Ning Du slowly swung his sword, and the next moment, the black shadow possessing his body was directly slashed out.

The dark figure landed and howled in pain. Ning Du glanced at him and said, "How about it? The core of the rice cooker isn't easy to find, is it?"

With another swift stroke, the shadowy figure was cleaved in two.

The armor on the rice cooker trembled violently, and then the laws governing it collapsed.

But the rice cooker still managed to hold down these armors, preventing them from disintegrating.

Ning Du suddenly realized that this armor actually looked pretty good on the rice cooker; it was better than nothing.

After doing all this, the divine sword pierced through the old king's body once more.

The dark vines behind them, which were now only a step away from Ningdu, simultaneously emitted mournful cries.

"You like corruption, huh? Then die! It's not that the world is beyond redemption, it's that you are!"

Ning Du had absolutely no desire to talk to the old king any further.

All the anger was unleashed on the old king.

Because he was the one who was most thoroughly corrupted and eroded by darkness along Ningdu's journey.

It's safe to say that this old guy probably never resisted the darkness; he most likely embraced it directly.

If that's the case, then let him die a complete death.

With another sharp twist of the divine sword, Ning Du unleashed his full power.

The light began to shine again, causing all the surrounding black energy to dissipate.

The old king and the corrupted demon both let out piercing screams. The corrupted demon struggled desperately, but to no avail, for he was facing a true hero.

The legendary rice cooker hero!

boom!

The corrupting spirit vanished like a bubble.

The black energy on the old king's body was completely transformed into nourishment and absorbed into the divine sword.

The light of the law shone ever brighter, while the old king, like a drained corpse, slumped into his chair.

But he was indeed stronger than some angels, and even so, he did not die directly.

Finally, my eyes, which had cleared up a little, looked at the rice cooker.

The old king even let out a soft chuckle at the end.

"Hero, why are you taking so long?!"

Ning Du did not answer him, but drew his divine sword.

At this moment, the divine sword was almost tinged with seven colors.

The old king let out a long sigh, "Alas—"

Then, his body dissipated like ashes, leaving only a crown.

Although he didn't know what it was for, it looked valuable, so Ning Du picked it up and threw it into his rice cooker.

Tonight's goals have been exceeded, but it remains to be seen how this will affect the kingdom.

But none of these were in Ningdu's consideration.

All he knew was that he was now powerful enough to fight the Demon King.

finally----

Finally, this unfortunate training camp is about to enter its final stage.

Demon King, prepare to die!

This rice cooker brave warrior has arrived!

Crack! A bolt of lightning struck within the Demon King's castle. Many gargoyles looked up at the sky, wondering if there would be another thunderstorm today.

Or I could leave work early and go home to sleep.

These days, there's no need to be so dedicated to your job.

Inside the city, the Demon King, staff in hand, also looked up into the distance.

In the Demon King's perception, this thunder was no ordinary thunderbolt; it signified a complete change in some things.

Suddenly, a sword demon rushed in.

He immediately reported loudly, "My Lord Demon King, there's new information! The Corruption Crystal has cracked! It just cracked!"

The Demon King, seated on his throne, remained silent. But a succubus emerged from behind him, leaning lazily against the Demon King's skeletal throne, and asked, "Are they all cracked?"

"Yes!"

"It seems the heroes have indeed lived up to our expectations and obtained the laws of the world. Tsk tsk tsk, there's even such a thing as world characteristics. The divine realm is indeed the divine realm, they know so much."

The succubus beckoned, and the sword demon immediately came forward.

Slowly, the succubus said, "Open the portal to the Demon King's castle, send a few more unlucky souls out, let them cause more trouble. Then lure the heroes back!"

"Oh? Is this okay?"

"Go quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Demon King!"

The sword demon quickly left.

The succubus grinned, her smile radiating happiness.

"Looks like time is running out. Hurry up and go talk to those people in the divine realm again. Should we change partners? It's getting a bit boring playing the same one all the time. But what can we do about his talkativeness? Sigh, we still can't change them!"

Slowly, the succubus swayed her hips as she walked toward the dungeon.

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