Chapter 50: Holy Word □ Go to hell!

Ang tilted his head. Before he could say anything, Naigelis had already poked its head over to ask: "Why are you trading for so many sugar beets? Aren't you afraid of attracting ants when you pee from eating them every day?"

Lu Se shook his head forcefully: "No, I digest fast. Ever since I broke through to Sword Saint, I have never felt full. Sugar beets are one of the few foods that can make me feel full."

Naigelis nodded: "That's true. This place is too barren; there isn't even grass, so it can't raise livestock, and you can't even eat a mouthful of meat. How could you possibly be full? Look at you, you're as thin as a spear shaft."

"And look." Lu Se didn't care about Naigelis's mockery. He took out a piece of sugar beet, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it, and then drove his battle aura to digest it, then held his hands in a void grip.

The battle aura on Lu Se's body grew stronger and stronger, the glow almost condensing into substance. Reaching an extreme, Lu Se tightened his hands, and a column-shaped object condensed from battle aura appeared between his hands with a swish.

Naigelis's eyes widened: "Battle aura sword? You leveled up? Aren't you a low-rank Sword Saint? How can you condense battle aura into a sword?"

A Great Swordsman can release battle aura externally, and a low-rank Sword Saint can have the glow leave the body, but to condense battle aura into a sword, one must reach the level of a high-rank Sword Saint.

Lu Se shook his head: "No, but after I finish eating the sugar beets, I feel my whole body is full of power, and I can burst out with stronger power in a short time."

Lu Se swung the battle aura sword a few times, then threw it into the distance. The battle aura sword pierced directly into the hard rock wall, sinking to the hilt, trembling for a while before disappearing.

"It can have this effect? Impossible, right?" Naigelis didn't believe it. It wasn't like it hadn't seen Sword Saints before; it had never heard of a Sword Saint being able to burst out after eating sugar beets.

"I didn't believe it either. I even bought two sugar beets from other places at a high price, but who knew that eating them would have no effect at all. Only Lord Ang's sugar beets can make me burst out."

Hearing this, Naigelis couldn't help but turn its head to look at Ang, only to see Ang holding his hands in a void grip, exactly the same as when Lu Se summoned the battle aura sword.

"You don't even have battle aura..." Naigelis poked its head over, just wanting to mock him, when swish, a black spike emerged from Ang's hand, almost piercing into its eyes.

"Doesn't count, this is soul armament, not battle aura." Naigelis said annoyedly.

Ang ignored it and focused on adjusting the soul armament. Previously, he had always used the scythe as a foundation to deploy the Death Scythe. Now that he saw Lu Se condensing a sword empty-handed, he also wanted to try if he could deploy soul armament empty-handed.

Although the physical scythe could be used, the handle was too short. He could lengthen the blade, but it wasn't easy to lengthen the handle.

After several adjustments, a scythe with a two-meter-high handle and a blade as wide as a door panel appeared in Ang's hand.

"It's really good-looking." Lu Se said enviously. A ferocious skeleton, with ghostly blue flames burning in its eye sockets, holding a two-handed great scythe, as if it were a grim reaper harvesting souls. It was too cool: "It would scare a lot of people if put on the battlefield, right?"

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Ang jump into the field, stepping on the mud, carrying the scythe upside down, and running forward quickly. The scythe blade grazed the ground. By the time he ran to the end, the sugar beet leaves of one ridge had been neatly cut to the ground.

Ang jumped to the second ridge of the field, carried the scythe upside down, and ran back. Another ridge of sugar beet leaves fell neatly. This efficiency was several times higher than before. Before, he still had to bend down and drag them; now that the handle was lengthened, he could just run while standing.

Ang, who ran back, shook the mud off his feet and said affirmatively: "Easy to use."

Naigelis and Lu Se had black lines on their faces.

Lu Se was already used to Ang's style of only considering things good if they met the standard of farming. He shook his head and walked toward the field, saying as he walked: "My lord, there's no need to cut sugar beets to test the blade. What a waste. Let me take these leaves; I'll reluctantly eat green vegetables for two days. It's too wasteful; I hate waste the most."

Before he could reach his hand toward the sugar beet leaves, a cow hoof stepped between him and the sugar beet leaves. Looking up, it was the Tauren auntie who was carrying a manure bucket and fertilizing. She stared with a pair of cow eyes, looking at Lu Se with the expression of guarding against a thief: "Mine!"

Lu Se curled his lips, and a raging fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. It's just picking up some sugar beet leaves, right? Lord Ang didn't say anything, yet a Tauren wants to block me, a dignified Sword Saint?

With battle aura rising on his body, Lu Se prepared to squeeze past the Tauren auntie and pick up those crisp and sweet sugar beet leaves into his arms, to make some thick vegetable soup in the evening to relieve the greasiness.

However, before he could squeeze past the Tauren auntie, a terrifying thing happened. The Tauren auntie picked up the broom on the ground, stirred it in the manure bucket, and swung it toward him.

"Ka Ba Da!" Lu Se scurried faster than the day he chopped the Paladin, slipping away without a trace.

The Tauren auntie slammed the broom onto the ground, snorted disdainfully, and then happily went to collect the vegetable leaves. These vegetable leaves had already been contracted to her by Ang; after harvesting, she took them to the city to sell, and they were very popular with everyone.

It wasn't until the Tauren auntie finished harvesting the vegetables and left that Lu Se poked his head out and snuck back, saying stiffly: "I won't argue with her."

Naigelis sneered, then turned to ask: "What's the deal with these two priests? What's the deal with these heavy-armored shield-bearers? Did you wipe out that team from the Church of Light?"

"I ambushed them several times, killed some of their people, and drove them out of Ice City. They don't dare to enter the city anymore and only dare to camp in open places. But looking at their posture, they shouldn't be planning to leave and are still planning to send more people over. I came this time hoping to ask Lord Ang to take action, use Holy Light Shining to blast open their camp, making it convenient for me to go in and chop them to death. The two priests are captives I took, gifted to the lord to drive."

"Good fellow, gifting priests to a skeleton? You're killing this old bone of his." Naigelis was torn between laughter and tears.

Everyone had a misunderstanding about Ang, thinking he was a Watcher or a Monarch projection or something, but Naigelis knew Ang's background very clearly. He was just a skeleton with off-the-charts luck, inheriting the soul network and the faith of the undead, equivalent to a pseudo-god, but his strength was just so-so.

Putting a priest by his side, what if the other party suddenly erupted and used holy light to burn him?

Just as this thought emerged, it saw the female priest who had been curled up on the ground motionless move. Her slender, powerful waist was like it had a spring installed. Despite her hands being tied behind her back, she flipped and sprang up, her eyes glaring angrily at Ang, shouting delicately: "Go to hell! Heretic!"

Holy light erupted from the priest's body, turning into a beam of light piercing toward Ang—Holy Word · Go to hell!

What the Lord says is law, what the Lord does is rule, what the Lord thinks is manifested—Holy Word, this is a pure divine art that ignores level and strength. Its power lies only in whether the believer's faith is sufficiently pious and firm.

As long as the faith is sufficiently firm, it can often erupt with powerful strength, eliminating powerful heretics far exceeding one's own level.

But the thing that made her horrified happened: the heretic skeleton in front of her actually caught this Holy Word empty-handed. ===== CHAPTER 51 =====