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As the Holy Sword was pulled out, the entire human world seemed to let out a soft sigh. It’s been too long since the last time the Holy Sword was drawn out. And without this heavy military protection, the human world has actually been in danger for many years.
Now, the warrior drew the holy sword, and the human world was adorned with glory again!
Ansel: “…”
He hopes that the human world will carefully consider the issue of regaining glory.
Due to strong energy response and the movement of the stars, the demons and angels in the human world also felt it. In the Holy Court, the angel’s wings drooped, and his ice-blue eyes flickered slightly. He raised his hand, and several light birds spread their wings and flew into the night.
The Pope was standing respectfully beside him, and when he saw the angel’s action, his heart jumped slightly.
“Perhaps it’s Rhein who drew the Holy Sword.” The Pope whispered, “Rhein is born rebellious and has always refused to fulfil his duties as a warrior. Now it seems that he has finally chosen to draw the Holy Sword.”
Unfortunately, the Holy Sword doesn’t belong to the Holy Court, but is held by the Demon Hunter Club. The Pope has conducted relevant investigations and found that the Demon Hunter Club hides the Holy Sword very deeply. However, there are rumors that this generation of Holy Sword appeared in human form, waiting for the opportunity to transform into a sword.
“Rhein…”
The angel murmured in a low voice. Suddenly, he raised his ice-blue eyes, and the light birds that flew out had already arrived at the location of the energy fluctuations in an instant. At the same time, above the angel’s head, an illusory eye slowly opened, staring coldly at everything the light birds could reach.
——Twelve Light Wheel Magic,【Eye of Contemplation (All manifestations of nature)】
Shalia is a power angel, and he is proficient in using such powerful auxiliary magic. Usually, Shalia wouldn’t remember the names of humans, and it is completely unnecessary. Only the warrior and the sage can get some of the angel’s attention.
Light birds chirped and flew into the ground. In the layers of surging monster nests, the angel saw the fluttering pure white hair and the majestic figure holding the holy sword, and his gaze suddenly softened. Angels loved pure and flawless colors, and coupled with that imposing posture, it was very much to Shalia’s liking.
The light bird moved, trying to turn to the front, so that the angel could see the warrior’s face clearly…
However—
A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and there was a thunderous slap!
The light bird was completely annihilated.
Shalia: “…”
Pope: “…”
The Pope didn’t dare to breathe, watching the eye suspended above the angel’s halo wither, and it disappeared completely. This was the Twelve Light Wheel magic. There is no opponent in the human world who can rival it.
Shalia couldn’t think of anyone who could use despicable sneak attacks to break up this magic.
“Demon King…”
His expression was cold, and the penetrating injury on his wings that had already healed was still tingling faintly. But—
Forget it. Even if the Demon King is playing tricks again, the warrior is destined to follow the guidance of the angel. Moreover, according to the Pope, the warrior Rhein was cultivated by the Holy Court, and even if he left for a short time, his roots would still remain here.
Thinking of this, Shalia turned around, the light scattered away, and his figure gradually disappeared into place, leaving only a faint tone of words.
“In the next few days, let the white-haired warrior come to see me.”
The angel is actually willing to guide a human warrior! The Pope was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to bid farewell. When the light completely scattered away, the Pope, who was bending over and lowering his head, suddenly looked up.
Wait a minute…
Isn’t Rhein… black-haired?
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Deep underground, shimmering with radiance, the strong wind blew outwards from the holy sword in Ansel’s hand, carrying the elemental aura of large masses of light and fire. Everyone was watching this scene with bated breath. In this light, there was a pure black figure, sneaking around among the goose brothers.
With his consciousness falling into the swan’s body, the Demon King quickly dug a pit. After digging, he dragged the fragments of the light bird into it and stepped on it twice, leaving no trace. Then, the black swan raised its dark blue eyes and looked quietly at Ansel standing in the light. Ansel is really suitable to stand in the light, with every strand of his hair shining brightly.
Of course, Saros felt it when the holy sword was drawn. It was much more convenient for him to see it than the angel of the Holy Court, and he didn’t even need to use magic. He could just emerge from Ansel’s shadow and check the situation. As he watched, he suddenly felt depressed. The swan bent its slender neck and slowly lowered its gaze, but still couldn’t bear to close its eyes and stared at Ansel without blinking.
Ansel is still suitable to stand on the side of light. He is dignified, holy, glorious, and dazzling. No one is more like an angel than him. Even if he wears the horns of a demon, he can’t conceal his radiance.
…Demon King is unhappy.
What if Ansel returns to the Supreme Heaven?
Suddenly, the Black Swan heard the dignified angel cursing without any manners, followed by a series of—
Ansiel: “Damn it! It’s hot! Hot! Hot hot hot hot hot hot!”
The Holy Sword has become so hot! How could it be like this!
Not only him, but also Joey, who has gradually adapted to his sword body, can make sounds, screaming like a pitiful rooster.
Joey: “Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot!”
How can it be so hot! He feels like he is going to explode!
Because it was too hot, Ansel had to turn the holy sword from his right hand to his left hand, and then throw it back from his left hand to his right hand, exhaling and blowing on it continuously, as if it were an overheated roasted sweet potato. However, the sweet potato would have cooled down after a while, but Ansel felt that the holy sword was getting hotter and hotter!
Hot potato! Hot holy sword!
Black Swan: “…”
He took back what he just said about Ansel being dignified. Dignity is conditional. Ansel spends 80% of his time running wildly on a road he couldn’t understand. Looking at the action of tossing the sweet potato back and forth, he could no longer see the appearance of a dignified angel!
Such a big commotion was soon discovered by other people in the field. The weapon master stretched his neck and stomped his feet anxiously. Yun Jian also noticed that the situation was not good, so he spoke up quickly.
“Ansel, calm down! It’s the first time you draw the Holy Sword, so there will definitely be some problems. Please calm down!”
Ansel was extremely devastated.
“Ice water! Give me some ice water!”
The demon hunters immediately started to persuade him.
“Ice water is useless, it won’t work if you just cool it down physically!”
“The holy sword has been drawn, it’s okay if you don’t know how to use it, just chop it randomly!”
“The demon leader is coming this way! Be careful!”
The general-level monster regained consciousness from his initial fear of the holy sword, realizing that it had to face this radiant sword and the person holding it. The monster has been dominating the human world for a long time, so how could it be willing to die? It roared like thunder and charged towards Ansel with great strides.
Ansel was still throwing the sword into his hands. He already knew the problem, and this problem probably couldn’t be solved at all. Any tool has its own limit, even the holy sword is no exception. It’s just that the warriors throughout history have never broken through this upper limit of the holy sword, and naturally, they never injected the power with this level of purity into the sword in one breath like Ansel.
Ansel thought of the electrical engineering books in the human world that he had stayed up late to read, feeling convinced that the current situation was that the actual current carrying capacity was too high, exceeding the tolerance range. As a result, the holy sword began to heat up… This could not be solved at all! He had tried his best to reduce the power output!
The monster stuck with a palm, and Ansel was holding the holy sword in his left hand, which was not his dominant hand. Just when everyone was on edge, Ansel, who was holding the sword in his left hand, showed a patient look on his face and instantly turned the sword sideways—
The huge palm fell to the ground, as smooth as a cross-section mirror, and it stopped for almost a second before the monster’s blood began to spurt out.
Ansel avoided the blood, threw the holy sword to his right hand, and blew on his left hand to cool it down.
The holy sword Joey was thrown back and forth by him many times, and he finally couldn’t help it and made a sound, as if feeling nauseous.
【I can’t… I can’t… Ugh…】
However, the sword can’t spit out anything, and poor Joey can only make retching sounds.
The two of them fought fiercely all the way, but the monster was determined and refused to give up, continuing to pursue. This level of combat is no longer something that others can easily intervene in, and the only one who can intervene is probably…
“Protect.” Anthony’s voice finally sounded. He looked unhappy, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible. A layer of light suddenly enveloped Ansel, helping him to resist the monster’s attack.
Ansel took the time to look back, and Anthony’s face was pale.
Only a warrior can draw the holy sword, and the chosen warrior is obviously Rhein. Anthony firmly believes this. It’s just that for five hundred years, Rhein has refused to fulfil his responsibilities as a warrior due to the conflict with the Holy Court, or the angels, and he has been wandering outside. Perhaps it’s due to this…
A new warrior has emerged, that is Ansel.
Simply put, after slacking off, Rhein was fired.
Anthony: “…”
It is reasonable. After all, this position is of great importance, and it is impossible for someone in the human world to occupy it for free.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and his eyes became firm again.
He is a sage, who assists the warrior.
Now that the warrior has drawn the holy sword, his power will also be doubled!
“Light body protection!”
At his voice, the white-haired warrior jumped up, stepped on the monster’s head, and the holy sword cut off the monster’s entire arm. Then the sword tip was bent horizontally and swept towards the monster’s neck!
“Power boost! “Break through the walls’ level boost!”
The shining holy sword once again burst out with a strong light. The sword tip was slightly pressed against the monster’s neck, and then it slashed across without hesitation!
“Boom—”
In front of the massive corpse that had fallen, Ansel landed lightly. The moment he landed, he let go of his hand, and the holy sword fell to the ground, turning back into Joey, who held the wall and vomited.
“Ugh… Even roller coasters are not like this…”
“I’m not clean anymore… wuwu…”
Ansel immediately reached out his hand to touch the feathers of the black swan.
It’s so cool.
Black Swan: “…”
The other monsters below don’t pose much threat and could be dealt with later. The already exhausted demon hunters chose to go to the ground first. The moment he saw the sun again, Ansel breathed a sigh of relief. The sky was not completely bright, but the dawn was shining on everything.
After a brief silence, a burst of cheers erupted in the field, and Ansel, who was holding the goose, was lifted up and thrown upward forcefully. His Majesty the Demon King had encountered such a thing before. He widened his sunset-colored pupils and thought of something, then secretly took off the remaining contact lens from one of his eyes.
Ansel held the goose tightly and was still being thrown upwards. He knew that this was some kind of celebration ceremony for humans, and his face was full of helplessness.
“Instant kill! It’s an instant kill!”
“The warrior comes from our Demon Hunter Club, hahaha!”
“The holy sword is also ours, not to mention the warrior!”
Ansel was silent for a while because of their overly optimistic attitude.
“I think you should not be so arbitrary…” He said with some difficulty, “Isn’t there someone who can use the holy sword but is not a warrior?”
The weapon master also laughed for the first time. He was also among the crowd throwing Ansel up and down, which was not easy for an arrogant person like him. Hearing Ansel’s hesitant words, he laughed even more happily.
“What are you thinking! Only a warrior can draw the holy sword!”
Ansel: “…”
His Majesty the Demon King feels that this statement is not accurate.
Just as those with horns are not necessarily demon kings, those wearing badges are not necessarily demon hunters, and those who draw the holy sword are not necessarily warriors…
All three of the above could be him— Ansel!
After thinking of his inventory, Ansel suddenly felt very sad.
He was like a bamboo shoot, with countless layers of shells.
Ansel’s wonderful metaphor√
Anthony was also standing by, holding a wooden staff and smiling. The little chameleon emerged from his hat and curled its tail around Anthony’s shoulder, looking at the lively crowd. It then looked at Anthony and smacked its lips happily.
However, Anthony’s smile soon disappeared. He saw the figure of the itinerant bishop, who was walking through the crowd and heading towards Ansel in the centre. His heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly ran over.
Ansel had been put down, and he looked at the bishop calmly.
The itinerant bishop’s expression was cold and arrogant, almost commanding.
“In three days, the prominent figures of the Holy Court will see you.”
“Warrior Ansel.”
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