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Chapter 50 Holy Word? Go to hell!

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    Ange tilted his head, but before he could say anything, Nigris had already raised his head and asked, "What are you doing with so many beets? Are you afraid of peeing and attracting ants if you eat them every day?"

    Luther shook his head vigorously: "No, I digest quickly. I have never been full since I broke through the Juggernaut. Beets are one of the few foods that can make me feel full."

    Negris nodded: "That's right. It's too barren here. There's no grass. We can't raise livestock. We can't even eat meat. How can we eat enough? You're as thin as a gun barrel."

    "And look." Luther didn't care about Nigris's ridicule. He took out a piece of beet and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed it, activated his fighting energy to digest it, and then held it with both hands.

    The fighting spirit in Luther was getting stronger and stronger, and the energy was almost solid. It reached an extreme point. Luther tightened his hands, and a columnar object formed by the energy appeared between his hands.

    Nigris's eyes widened: "Qi sword? Have you advanced? Aren't you a junior sword master? How can you turn your fighting spirit into a sword?"

    A great swordsman can release his fighting spirit, a junior sword master can release his energy from the body, and a high-level sword master must achieve the transformation of his fighting spirit into a sword.

    Luther shook his head: "No, but after eating the beets, I felt that my whole body was full of strength and I could burst out with stronger power in a short period of time."

    Luther swung the air sword a few times, then swung it far away. The air sword plunged directly into the hard rock wall until it reached the hilt. It trembled for a while before disappearing.

    "Can it still have such an effect? ??It's impossible, right?" Nigris didn't believe it. It's not like he had never seen a sword master before, and he had never heard of a sword master who could explode after eating beets.

    "I don't believe it either. I bought two beets from other places at a high price. Who knew that eating them would have no effect at all. Only Lord Ange's beets can make me explode."

    Hearing this, Nigris couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ange, only to see Ange holding his hands there, exactly the same as when Luther used his air sword.

    "You don't know how to fight" Nigris poked his head over, just as he was about to sneer, when he swiped, a black spike came out of Ange's hand, almost piercing his eye.

    "It doesn't matter, you are soul armed, not fighting spirit." Nigris said angrily.

    Ange ignored it and concentrated on adjusting the soul weapon. In the past, he had always used a scythe as the basis to deploy the Death Scythe. Now that he saw Luther turning into a sword with his bare hands, he also wanted to try if he could deploy the soul weapon with his bare hands.

    Although the actual sickle can be used, the handle is too short. He can lengthen the blade, but it is difficult to lengthen the handle.

    After several adjustments, a sickle with a handle two meters high and a blade as wide as a door panel appeared in Ange's hand.

    "It's so beautiful." Luther said with envy. He had a ferocious skeleton with blue flames burning in his eyes. He was holding a scythe in both hands, like a god of death harvesting souls. He was so handsome: "It would scare a lot of people on the battlefield.  People."

    As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ange jumping into the field, stepping on the mud and running forward quickly with a sickle in hand. The sickle blade almost touched the ground. When he reached the end, a row of beet leaves was neatly cut.  fell to the ground.

    Ange jumped to the second ridge of the field, ran back with the sickle in hand, and found another ridge of neatly fallen beet leaves. This efficiency was several times higher than before. In the past, he had to bend down and drag behind, but now the handle is longer.  Yes, just stand and run.

    Ange, who ran back, shook the mud off his feet and said with certainty: "It's easy to use."

    Nigris and Luther had dark expressions on their faces.

    Luther had become accustomed to Ange's style of thinking that farming was the standard for everything. He shook his head and walked to the field. As he walked, he said: "If you want to test the knife, there is no need to cut the beets. What a waste. I will take these leaves."  Well, let¡¯s just eat the vegetables for two days, it¡¯s too wasteful, I can¡¯t bear to waste it the most.¡±

    Before he could reach out to the beet leaves, a cow's hoof stepped between him and the beet leaves. When he looked up, he saw a tauren aunt carrying a dung bucket and fertilizing. She stared with a pair of cow eyes and a defensive look on her face.  The thief glared at Luther: "Mine!"

    Luther curled his lips, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. Why don't you just pick up some beet leaves? Master Ange didn't say anything, but a tauren still wants to stop my majestic sword master?

    With a fighting spirit rising from his body, Luther was about to squeeze away the tauren aunt, pick up those crispy and sweet beet leaves, and cook some thick vegetable soup in the evening to relieve his tiredness.

    However, before he could squeeze the tauren aunt away, a terrible thing happened. The tauren aunt picked up a broom from the ground, stirred it into the dung bucket, and swung it at him.

    "Kaobada!" Luther ran faster than when he killed the paladin that day, and disappeared in a flash.

    The tauren aunt hit the broom on the ground, snorted disdainfully, and then happilyI went to collect vegetable leaves. Ange had contracted these vegetable leaves to her. After harvesting, she took them to the city and sold them. They were very popular with everyone.

    It wasn¡¯t until the tauren aunt finished picking vegetables and left that Luther sneaked back and said sternly: ¡°I don¡¯t care about her.¡±

    Nigris sneered and then asked: "What's going on with these two priests? What's going on with these heavy-armored shield warriors? Did you kill the team from the Church of Light?"

    "I ambushed them several times, killed some of them, and drove them out of Ice City. Now they don't dare to enter the city anymore. They only dare to camp in open areas. But judging from their posture, they don't want to leave.  I also plan to send some men over. I am here this time hoping to ask Master Ange to take action and blast away their camp with a flash of holy light so that I can go in and hack them to death. I captured the two priests and gave them to you to drive."

    "Good guy, are you sending a priest to a skeleton? Are you trying to kill his old skeleton?" Nigris couldn't laugh or cry.

    Everyone has misunderstandings about Ange, thinking that he is a projection of the Watcher King, but Negris knows the details of Ange very well. He is just a skeleton with incredible luck, inheriting the soul network and immortality.  Faith is equivalent to a false god, but its strength is just that.

    Put a priest next to you, what if the other party gets angry and burns him with holy light?

    As soon as this idea came to mind, I saw the female priest who had been lying motionless on the ground moving. Her slender and strong waist seemed to be equipped with springs. Even though her hands were tied behind her, she bounced up as soon as she turned over.  He glared at Ange and shouted: "Go to hell! Heretic!"

    Holy light erupted from the priest's body, turning into a beam of light and stabbing Ange - Holy Word: Die!

    Everything the Lord says is law, everything the Lord does is standard, and what the Lord wants is manifested - the Holy Word. This is a pure magic that ignores hierarchical strength. Its power only depends on whether the speaker's belief is pious and firm enough.  .

    As long as your belief is firm enough, you can often burst out with powerful power and eliminate powerful heretics that are far beyond your own level.

    But something happened that frightened her. The heretic skeleton in front of her actually grabbed the holy word with his bare hands.

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