Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Hammer of Loyalty"

"Blood-sucking mosquito"

"Vanguard Gel"

"In the name of the hammer, you are made in hammer!"

Fang Qingyun, who was listening, was already dumbfounded... Does this line really not require a patent fee? He seemed to see a priest in strange clothes going to heaven, accompanied by light effects and a white light that seemed to be stuck and a black shadow that appeared from nowhere. The hammer began to swing itself, and the momentum seemed to smash these materials into the anvil.

Ju'er and Ximi next to them seemed to be used to it and did not have any special reaction. They just asked the people around them to sit down and wait.

Does this world also have JOJO? Aren't there only anime like Captain Drunk Driving and Superman Without Empathy that are similar to Hong Kong anime?

And...are people who have watched JOJO so horrified? After the hammer started working, the anvil burned itself red without any heat source interfering. Fang Qingyun watched the hammer sweating profusely, and his heart was filled with a kind of awe that he didn't know why...

Damn, after the old ACG people eliminated their sense of shame? The first person to die of shame would probably be the ordinary ACG people next to them. If I work in the future, will I also roar out quotes that others can't understand to cheer myself up?

"Let's go and play poker for a while. Uncle Zhang's skills are trustworthy, but it will take a little longer." Ximi pulled out a stack of playing cards from the void. On the back of the cards was Ximi's Q version portrait.

"I'll go cook two dishes." After seeing Ximi's actions, Juer raised her eyebrows, gave up her seat, walked aside, started a fire, and took some of the remaining ingredients to the chopping board and began to chop them finely.

Khamur found a cleaner picnic blanket nearby and spread it on the ground. Zhiwei sat on the blanket carefully, fearing that he would tear it completely into pieces if he moved too much. Yating leaned next to Zhiwei, and it was obvious that they were on the same side.

"Apprentice, do you want to play poker?" Ximi called Fang Qingyun, but Fang Qingyun waved his hand. He knew that he was not good at playing poker, especially the game of Landlord, which relied on both strength and luck. He played it very badly. He could still play the game of Golden Flower, which relied purely on luck.

He waved his hand to reject Ximi's proposal, stood aside holding his original axe gun, and watched several people play cards quietly.

After inviting Fang Qingyun twice and Fang Qingyun chose to refuse, Ximi didn't want to force it, so Hamul, the wise man, sat down and joined the poker fight. The three of them were just able to play Landlord, but for some reason, Ximi's luck with cards seemed to be better than ever before. Fang Qingyun looked at Zhiwei's cards from the side, with his mouth twitching.

The biggest card here is a ten, a scattered card, not even seven in a row, and you can't even make a straight. Who can you beat?

Zhiwei had no chance to make a move at all. With Ximi being the landlord, Khamur next to him barely played two cards. Under the saturation bombardment of Ximi's four-head bombs, he had no choice but to surrender and lose half his money.

One hand was okay, but it was obvious that Ximi had more than one good luck. Her bad luck seemed to have been sucked away by Zhiwei next to her. Zhiwei played five hands of cards. The biggest card he had ever taken was a J, and he only had one. Basically, all he could do was sort out the cards, then put his hands together and wait quietly for the remaining two people to play back and forth.

Finally, Zhiwei, who couldn't bear it any longer, slammed the cards in his hand on the table, said stiffly that he was going to the toilet, and left in a hurry.

"Does the skeleton have that function?" The big vine watching from the side exclaimed.

"Before I installed it, I guess there wasn't one." Ximi shrugged his shoulders, turned the cards in his hand around, and put all the big cards on the other side: "This is a saying of humans. When you play cards badly, you will try every means to find a toilet. On the one hand, you can avoid the punishment for losing... On the other hand..."

"Could it be that the last time he went to the toilet helped him relieve stress?" The cold-faced comedian Da Tengman guessed, "Or is playing cards really a diuretic sport?"

"Not really." Seeing that the big vine's guess was getting more and more off-topic, Ximi quickly changed the subject: "Some people are superstitious and believe that as long as they go to the toilet or do something that takes their hands away from the cards, they can change their luck."

"The human mind is truly amazing." The big vine didn't know if it was meant to be pointed out or just a simple sigh, the words sounded quite harsh, making the surrounding humanoid creatures show the expression of an old man on the subway phone: "Just making a small change, and wanting something illusory to produce a huge change, this is really something that humans, a race that thinks they are the eldest of all things, can do."

"Although I know you didn't mean that...but I still feel like I've been attacked." Ju'er's expression was complicated, and the hand that was responsible for cooking stiffened for a moment.

The usually calm Khamur also grinned, and after hesitating for a while, he finally thought of how to respond to the big vine's unintentional words: "... Well said, don't say it next time."

"Rather than saying this is for luck, it's more like a psychological suggestion." Ximi saw it very clearly: "Humans are like this. A considerable number of people find it difficult to have any faith in the illusory existence. They are more likely to attribute everything to some 'mysterious rituals' they have performed. They are excited when they succeed and pretend nothing happened when they fail. This is the habit of humans."

"Man can conquer nature." Yating sat down and played cards for Zhiwei: "Continue dealing the cards. I don't know what he is doing. Anyway, I will take over first."

After Zhiwei came back from "going to the toilet", it was Ximi who put on the mask of pain. Khamur next to him felt like he was sitting on a thorny floor. No matter what he did, he felt uncomfortable and was like sitting on pins and needles.

Zhiwei was overjoyed, sat down next to Yating and asked, "How is it?"

Yating showed her hand of cards, with the big and small jokers, four twos and four aces neatly arranged. Ximi stared at her hand, scanning the cards with her eyes like lampposts in a physical sense, looking both funny and weird: "Well, these two hands of cards are really depressing. I didn't even smell a two..."

Hearing Ximi's complaints, Zhiwei's wrist trembled. Wasn't he the same? The tragedy that happened to Zhiwei before happened to him now. He couldn't even play cards. He had to break the whole family even if he wanted to make a straight.

"This is why I didn't come." Ju'er, who was in charge of the cooking, started to flip the pan. She even put down her hand holding the pan and used a spatula to spin the pan like the skirt of a ballerina dancing upside down. She maintained this thrilling operation without making any mistakes and spilling even a little bit of the food.

Fang Qingyun, who had no idea how much value there was in playing Landlord, lost interest after watching for a while. He took out a small knife, picked up a piece of good wood and started cutting. Fine sawdust fell like rain. Ximi next to him even pretended to sneeze twice, as if he was choked by the sawdust.

"What is the apprentice doing?" Seeing that he couldn't play the cards in his hand any further, Ximi pretended to be like, "Ah, I'm interested in what the apprentice is doing." He mixed the cards in his hand into the pile of cards, then naturally stood aside and gave his seat to Ju'er, who had just made fried chicken.

Ju'er took a plate of fried chicken and sat down, starting her journey of masochism.

Fang Qingyun's artistic talent was not perfect, and he didn't know how to design things. However, after eating the dishes, his memory was greatly improved. So what if he didn't know how to design? The girls in his family were all top beauties, so he could just carve according to the original proportions.

Soon, Fang Qingyun carved out the image of Viola, his family's chief steward, ultimate harem king, regent and honorary prince. Including the circle under her feet for standing, Viola's figure was only 18 centimeters. Fang Qingyun remembered all the details when she was wearing clothes, so he could naturally carve out her heroic appearance holding a sword.

Whether it was the details on the leather boots or the row of badges on the chest, they were slowly formed through Fang Qingyun's careful carving. Later, worried that there would be problems while carving, Fang Qingyun simply manipulated the water sword for fine processing. The friction and polishing of the liquid made Viola's appearance lifelike, as if she was still standing in front of Fang Qingyun.

"Wow, what anime character is this? So handsome?" Ximi praised Viola's appearance. After Fang Qingyun dissipated the control of the water sword, she carefully picked up Viola's figurine with Fang Qingyun's consent and couldn't let it go.

Anime? No, she is a real person. In comparison, perhaps this world is the world of games. Fang Qingyun was about to refute Ximi's statement, but soon realized something. This world is the world of games, so isn't the card-playing world where I live more similar?

Fang Qingyun shrugged and did not answer Ximi's question. Instead, he re-carved a figurine in the image of Ximi. However, Ximi realized that it was himself from the shape of the corner of the figurine, so he reshaped himself and put on a JOJO face, as if he would shout "Star Platinum" and drag Fang Qingyun out in the next second.

However, Fang Qingyun, who was concentrating on carving, did not look up, but continued carving according to the original appearance of Ximi. Only after he finished carving was he startled by Ximi's JOJO face.

After getting Viola's figurine back, Fang Qingyun put down the carving knife and quietly watched Ximi unable to let go of his figurine. This faint warmth made him feel like a watchman.

I will keep watching, Fang Qingyun stroked his face and thought firmly.

Chapter 247: This Sword is Called "Necessary Evil"

Soon, after the fried foods were changed three times and the people playing cards changed from the original four to the big vines, Fang Qingyun had already carved the Food Addiction Dungeon and Evelyn, and was moving towards the end of Dona Dona. The hammer finally completed its creation after the last fierce blow.

"Hurry, hurry, come here, zombie boy." The hammer seemed to be exhausted, its hammer head was limp, and the whole hammer was lying on the table next to it. The anvil was so hot that it was red as if it was about to burn.

Fang Qingyun jumped up when he realized that the zombie boy was calling him. He had just finished carving the figures of all the Dona Dona characters. Now he didn't have to worry about causing flaws due to lack of time and thus neglecting anyone.

Placed on the anvil, the "holy sword" that has been hammered so many times has not yet taken shape. In Fang Qingyun's view, it is just a piece of red-hot white iron bar. The temperature makes Fang Qingyun, who has fire resistance, feel the breath of fire. If it were an ordinary person, just the simple action of getting close to it would be as fatal as jumping into molten iron.

"Hurry up and hold it with your hands," Tiechui urged, "The holy sword needs to recognize its master in this way. The difference between recognizing the master or not is as great as one's own life and other things. I have taken the steps to this step without authorization. If I don't hold it now, this holy sword will be scrapped on the spot and I will have to start over."

Start over? That's not possible. Fang Qingyun's sense of responsibility overwhelmed his thoughts. He stretched out his hand to get closer to the "iron bar". The high temperature and burns made him return to the horror of his first death in an instant.

Just like being pierced by a nail in a cookie box, Fang Qingyun's hand shrank back as if he had been electrocuted when it touched the anvil. He was burned to charcoal alive by the fire monster's flames. The terrifying temperature and flames left him with psychological trauma.

He kept replaying the scene in his mind, and new imaginations continued to bombard his brain: the moment he picked up the holy sword, his entire hand melted away bit by bit like softened plasticine, as if it was sprayed by a firefly, the oil and fat turned into bubbling oil from fried food, and the red muscle fibers lost their shape in the high temperature...

By the time Fang Qingyun reacted, he had subconsciously left the high temperature range of the anvil. He was breathing violently but to no avail, and cold sweat and gel were pouring out of his body. This self-protection measure that his body thought was a life-and-death struggle made his clothes stick to him.

"This is bad... The zombie boy's original memory has been awakened, and it's a very bad one!" Fang Qingyun's unprecedented escape behavior made Tiechui realize something. He did not force everyone to press Fang Qingyun's hand on the anvil, but was ready to clean up the mess: "Don't force him, he is emotionally unstable now, and there is no benefit in forcing him to hold the sword."

Everyone, including Ximi, just sighed and did not do anything radical. Even Ximi, who always cared about time, just squeezed his hands anxiously, but quickly gave up his immature idea.

If everyone rushed up at this time and forcefully demanded that Fang Qingyun put his hand on the holy sword, then even if he overcame this hurdle, he would inevitably have conflicts with others. After all, people are the kind of people who respond to soft words and not hard ones, and Fang Qingyun is also a person with a serious rebellious mentality.

Just like on the bus, if someone is carrying a big bag, Fang Qingyun might stand up and offer his seat to someone else after a mental struggle, after considering whether he should be the first to do so and whether this behavior would make it difficult for others. But if that person is rude and unreasonable, saying something like "it's your honor to give up your seat", then even if Fang Qingyun is getting off at the next stop, he will wait until the door opens before getting up.

When everyone said forget it, Fang Qingyun's courage slowly emerged. He stretched out his hand to feel the heat. This common behavior made him feel dangerous like walking on a tightrope. He had no problem spitting fireballs before, purely because his fire resistance had improved. Those flames were just like a less hot tea egg to his body. This was the first time he faced the flames in this world.

"Forget it, forget it." It was not known whether it was a provocation or something else, but Tiechui's dissuasion was like the clarion call for a charge. Fang Qingyun resisted his body's instincts and forcefully "stuffed" himself into the high temperature zone as if he wanted to suffocate himself. Fear made his hands tremble constantly. This was the first time he felt so embarrassed since he came to the Food Addiction Dungeon.

"Stop! Your body will collapse!" Ju'er's dissuasion made Fang Qingyun more determined. He could have used this excuse to continue retreating until an unavoidable fire swept away everything he cherished, but in the end, like a drowning man restraining his instinct to hold on to a straw, he pressed his retreating hand towards the holy sword.

The light of the holy sword lit up, flames and high temperatures emanated from the holy sword, and the airflow made Fang Qingyun take a step back unconsciously. His hands were now more like weak noodles, and each finger was revealing the intention to escape. Fang Qingyun stretched out his forearm forward like a long thorn of an axe or spear, and in order to escape the high temperature, his fingers even spontaneously resisted and tried their best to retract, as if there was a repulsive force.

Damn it, Fang Qingyun was extremely cruel when he was angry. So disobedient, right? What's there to be afraid of a flame? Anyway, this hand didn't feel any pain. Fang Qingyun gritted his teeth, held his left hand with his right hand and twisted it. With the frightening sound of fracture, Ximi and Ju'er beside him covered their mouths. Fang Qingyun forcibly fixed the position of the wrist, and then "slapped" his hand on the holy sword.

Isn't it just a burnt arm? What's there to be afraid of? It's not like it can't regenerate! Thinking this way, Fang Qingyun seemed to have gotten rid of some meme. When his hand, which couldn't move and lost consciousness, touched the holy sword, his fear of fire and the shadow in his heart completely dissipated like being exposed to the sun.

The holy sword was not as hot as he had imagined. Fang Qingyun thought that his hand would emit white smoke like being grilled on a high-temperature iron plate when it was placed on it. But in fact, the holy sword not only felt quite gentle, but it also healed Fang Qingyun's broken hand. The bones were pieced together while twisting, and the flesh was connected back. Soon, the arm was restored to its original usable state.

Fang Qingyun grasped the holy sword, and the holy sword changed dramatically in the intense light. When the light faded, what remained in Fang Qingyun's hand was a "one and a half-handed sword" that was larger than a one-handed sword and smaller than a two-handed sword. The exaggerated sword tip extended wildly to both sides, and the red blade seemed to be composed of red light and blood, and the blade kept flowing like a red waterfall.

The scarlet sword blade was covered with dense, sharp teeth like a chainsaw, like the claws of a devil, or the fangs of a ghost. It seemed that a slight scratch could cause blood to splatter three feet deep. The front part was like the nose of a hammerhead shark, extending on both sides. From time to time, blood would surge on the scarlet sword blade, like a weapon from hell. If the concept of rage was a liquid, it would probably look like this.

There is a green gem as clear as jade on the hilt as a counterweight. The green gem does not change the sword's stylish and evil appearance, but makes the sword even more terrifying.

Looking at this single weapon just lying there, which looked like the final form of the weapon of the mastermind behind the scenes, Fang Qingyun didn't have time to be happy that his psychological shadow had been eliminated. Instead, he looked at Tiechui in surprise. He could read the meaning of the expression on his face without saying a word: You call this a holy sword?

"How can the Holy Sword be so inconvenient?" Tiechui seemed a little unhappy: "The Holy Sword is just called this name. Its appearance is related to the forging technique, the user himself, the selected concept and the social outlook."

"Why do I feel like there's something out of place mixed in?" Ximi held her head. She only learned cooking techniques from Uncle Zhang and knew nothing about forging. She became confused when she heard this.

"The social outlook is the biggest factor that affects the appearance," Tiechui explained, "Just like the KanColle games you young people play, the appearance of a KanColle is determined not only by her own design, but also by the reflection of the social outlook at the time. The same is true for the holy sword. If the mainstream ideology of a society tends to be self-destructive, then the holy sword created will be unstable. While it may exert a stronger power, it will also have the side effect of harming others and oneself."

Fang Qingyun shrugged as he looked at the holy sword in his hand that seemed to be still bleeding. This is in line with the situation in this society, isn't it? Cruel rule is for the survival of mankind. Hidden under the glory of human nature is the meanness of some superiors. Is this society dark? Dark, is this society worth saving? It is worth saving.

"So you have thought of a name for this holy sword?" Tiechui's words interrupted Fang Qingyun's train of thought: "The holy sword will tell you its name in its own way. Follow the first impression in your mind. That is the reminder the holy sword gives you."

First impression? Fang Qingyun thought about it, he lowered his head and made a sword flower with the holy sword, and blood spilt from the blade, some of which even stained Fang Qingyun's shoes and pants, which was very conspicuous.

Now some have been washed, Fang Qingyun sighed, these bloods are much like the crimes committed by this society in order to ensure survival, holding power, being stained with crime has become an inevitable thing, I don't think I am a righteous person, nor a bad person, but if there must be someone responsible for this kind of thing, then let me take a step forward...

This is a "necessary evil"...

Fang Qingyun fell into deep thought over the words that came to his mind. He took out his tablet and typed a line of words, ignoring the blood staining the tablet: "It told me that it is called 'Necessary Evil'"

"It's a good name, isn't it?" Ximi shrugged.

Chapter 248: It seems not as difficult as imagined?

Necessary evil is a good sword, if you ignore the blood it sheds everywhere.

A skull is carved at the junction of the hilt and the blade. As long as someone holds this holy sword, raging flames will burn in the skull's eye sockets. This sword looks like a creation of the evil god Khorne who loves blood and skulls, and also like a greatsword full of judgment of a demon hunter who slaughtered hell.

Fang Qingyun's hands were not big, but he could still wield the "one and a half-handed sword" of Necessary Evil easily. It's just that the blade of the sword was a bit long. Fang Qingyun held the hilt horizontally, and the bottom of the blade could drag on the ground. Fortunately, the sword was sharp enough to cut the ground like cutting tofu, thus not producing friction sounds and sparks that would make the blood pressure of the weapon maintainer soar.

In addition, according to Fang Qingyun's test, the blade of the necessary evil is not actually a physical entity. Although it looks like blood-red plastic, or an evil red translucent gem, the blade can indeed be retracted. As long as Fang Qingyun thinks about it, the blade that is still dripping blood will dissipate into the air, but the blood that has already dripped cannot be taken back.

Overall, Fang Qingyun is very satisfied with the weapon "Necessary Evil", but the appearance of this weapon is rather... to put it mildly, keep away from strangers.

Hell is originally a rather scary place. Imagine a person introducing where he lives to others, and when he is not dressed like a good person, telling others that he lives in hell, even if it is not seen as a provocation, it will be seen as a threat, as if if you don’t agree, I will drag you to my home (hell) to have a look.

After a lengthy explanation, you decided to take him to see the scenery of your home, but you opened an orange-red portal whose color did not look like a good thing. When he entered the portal skeptically, he found a large number of skinny zombies working, and a hell factory like a huge beast was roaring towards the basin.

It was like a conveyor belt of flesh and blood made of living people was put down. Although there were no screams, the materials were being transported in a primitive and inefficient way between hands. Just looking at it could make one think of a lot of painful and cruel torture... Damn, put yourself in their shoes. Without knowing in advance, it would be hard for me to believe you if you told me you were a good person...

Fang Qingyun rubbed his brow with his bloody hands, trying to relieve his inner pressure in this way... He must build up the Ministry of Foreign Affairs after returning. Currently, the entire hell has only one Holy Grail River that is passable. If he invites others to be his guests, after arriving in hell, no matter how many thoughts they originally had in their hearts, now they only have one choice: "Run quickly"... He doesn't know how Alice and the others adapt...

In fact, although Alice and her friends come from the modern world of Dona Dona, they are not unfamiliar with death and corpses. The Alice sisters are young soldiers and snipers, and it is common for them to see their brains splattered and blood gushing out. Kikuchiyo and Perno are members of the anti-Asian organization, and it is common for them to have their brains beaten into pieces by Asogi's lackeys. The only ordinary person, Cat-head Antina, has also encountered special events and was scared by a malicious maid.

In addition, Viola came out to receive them in person, and the subsequent dormitories were built very quickly. A few people just stayed in Viola's command room for a while, and their own rooms were built. Except for the orange-red sky that looked a bit uncomfortable, everything else was good.

Thinking about the past, Fang Qingyun realized the most troublesome side effect of a necessary evil - holding this weapon would wear out his clothes. At this moment, he seemed to have never been dirty, or every time he was dirty, his clothes would be washed in water and soaked with blood from the blade. At first glance, he looked like a terrifying killer running out of a crime scene.

"Okay, now that the holy sword is finished, it's time for me to take a break." Tiechui stretched his waist, and this action made his handle stretch a section longer, making a clicking sound. "I'll take a break, call me later."

After saying that, Tiechui ran back to Fang Qingyun's plastic bag to rest.

"Then...should we try out the power of the holy sword?" Ximi was impatient. She seemed to be distracted by the way of escape that was just around the corner. She put her hands on her hips and made a very imposing gesture. Her other hand pointed forward in the direction of the barrier, like an NPC teammate in an old RPG game who was fighting a boss: "Let's try out the sword with this broken thing!"

Ju'er said nothing. Although she was still a little conflicted, she generally supported Ximi. It was not her style to fail without trying anything. It would be best if Fang Qingyun could break the barrier with one sword, but if he failed, she had made corresponding preparations.

Now it was Fang Qingyun's turn to make a decision. The three skeletons and the remaining plants were all staring at him. Fang Qingyun was under a lot of pressure. He licked his lips and wiped them with the back of his bloody hand. After feeling the fishy smell of blood on his lips, he used exaggerated body language to make a gesture as if he had eaten a fly.

This set of actions made him calm down a little. Now he had almost no confidence in breaking the barrier. The Holy Sword was indeed powerful, but what he had to face was a huge barrier created by extracting the souls of more than 10,000 people. And don't forget that Fang Qingyun was just a zombie with a little more strength before, and a considerable part of the reason he could get to this point was due to the effect of the cooking.

Fighting against the remnants of ten thousand souls with one person's strength...it was still a bit too much for him.

As if he could see what Fang Qingyun was thinking, Khamur touched his chin and encouraged Fang Qingyun: "Actually, you don't have to worry so much. The barrier formed by the souls of ten thousand people does not only seal the area in front of you, but also covers the entire capital. As long as you don't intend to destroy the entire barrier with one blow, it should not be difficult to open an opening in it."

Ximi also encouraged him, "If it really doesn't work, you still have me. If we both grit our teeth and work together, won't it be over?"

Ximi's words reminded Fang Qingyun. Ximi had once told him that Ximi's necromancy could restrain this barrier. Therefore, the holy sword that added the concept of "death" should also be able to restrain this barrier. Even if Fang Qingyun could not develop the conceptual death ability like the Death Eyes, he should have no problem simulating Ximi's death magic.

Fang Qingyun nodded and signaled everyone to stay away. After everyone retreated two or three hundred meters, he gripped the holy sword tightly and tried his best to imagine the scene when Ximi used necromancy.

Soon, the holy sword changed its shape with a slight tremor. If the original holy sword was the material product of scarlet violence, then the pitch-black sword that now appeared in front of Fang Qingyun was synonymous with death.

A black aura lingered on the sword blade, as black as ink jade. A skull symbolizing death drilled in and out of the sword, and from time to time it laughed strangely and exhaled black air at Fang Qingyun.

The whole sword has shrunk a little from the original half-handed sword, and the exaggerated decoration has also changed. The serrations on the blade have shrunk back, and the hammerhead shark-like crescent blade in front has also been retracted, becoming plain and simple, giving people the illusion that it is very dull.

Fang Qingyun swung the holy sword, and although he didn't use much force, there was a whistling sound, just like the cry of an evil ghost. The skulls that came in and out all drilled into the blade when Fang Qingyun swung the holy sword, and only after Fang Qingyun's attack was over did they come out and "explode". This made him seem to be carrying an inky energy when he was dancing with the sword.

After trying to change the form of the holy sword, Fang Qingyun grasped the long sword and inserted it straight into the barrier, as easy as inserting a table knife into stewed meat. A violent conflict occurred between the black undead aura and the transparent barrier, just like a piece of high-purity sodium thrown into a pool. It not only bubbled, but also produced a violent reaction, resulting in continuous small explosions.

The skull's guffawing momentum was unstoppable. The barrier's self-protection barely managed to condense into the image of a reborn being, but was shattered by the skull in an instant. The barrier was smoking like metal doused in strong acid. The barrier, which could not be broken by hand, used the part where the sword blade was inserted as a fulcrum, and the corrosion spread rapidly to the surrounding area.

Soon, Fang Qingyun, who did not expect that clearing a path would be so easy, pulled out the holy sword. Although the barrier still existed, the barrier blocking the way forward in this area had been "killed" in concept. Although the barrier tried to heal, no matter how hard it tried, it could not conduct magic power, let alone further regeneration.

This is just like a vampire. Vampires have extremely strong regenerative abilities, but it is impossible for them to grow an extra hand because the third hand conceptually "does not exist". In the same way, the original concept of this barrier has been tampered with by the holy sword, and the loophole in the barrier has become something that should "not exist". The concept of existence of that area has been completely "killed".

The barrier was opened, and Fang Qingyun sent a message through the tablet. Soon, Ximi brought everyone to Fang Qingyun. She touched Fang Qingyun up and down like a nympho, and after making sure that he was not injured, she showed a smug expression: "You are worthy of being my apprentice, you are amazing!"

Fang Qingyun, who had just completed the task, had not yet recovered from the shock and subconsciously made a "low-key" gesture, which, coupled with that funny and demonic look, made everyone laugh out loud.

Ju'er breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to be happy or worried: "Now we have no obstacles ahead. As long as we reach the star gate, we can go home."

Go home? Fang Qingyun scratched his face. If Ximi really opened the star gate and successfully returned home, what would be his next mission as a passer-by?

In other words, faced with the human society that they have long dreamed of and Fang Qingyun's unknown world, what will Ximi and Juer choose?