Xue Dili thought to himself, he actually wanted to see if he could guide the souls of other mbers of the 27th squad ho using the sa thod,
There was no one at ho at the ti, but all the lights were on. Xue Dili saw the dishes on the table and a small note.
"I took the three kids to the park to play. If we’re not back yet, please heat up the food a bit."
Xue Dili looked at the food on the table, too lazy to heat it up, and started preparing to secretly create a small fla to heat it like that.
Fafnir also sat at the table, seemingly deep in thought.
Xue Dili was curious about what happened to Fafnir when she was with the Interstellar Corps, so he directly asked.
But Fafnir did not explain directly; instead, she silently extended her hand, and the next mont, a sword appeared in her hand. It was the Magma Holy Sword that Xue Dili had just crafted, but it seed to have been enhanced by the Interstellar Corps.
Yet, Xue Dili also felt like he might lose his composure.
They went through a lot of effort to craft the Holy Sword, planning to return it to the Interstellar Corps, but the Interstellar Corps contemplated having Uncle Brave’s daughter inherit the Holy Sword, so eventually it ended up back in Fafnir’s hands.
Then why didn’t they just craft the Holy Sword themselves and give it directly to Fafnir from the start?
Xue Dili felt he was trapped in deep logical thinking.
"And teacher, it seems I’ve strengthened my power again." Fafnir activated the Holy Sword in her hand, and the next mont, waves of energy began to pour out, making Xue Dili’s house, a rural self-built house, seem on the verge of collapsing.
Xue Dili: "!"
Quasi-5th Tier!
Fafnir is now quasi-5th Tier! On the sa level as the Old Demon Emperor!
Damn it, what a number monster!
Xue Dili felt the magic power he worked so hard to attain, only at quasi-4th Tier, while Fafnir seed to have reached quasi-5th Tier after rging with the Holy Sword...
If only I were a number monster!
No need to painstakingly gather intelligence, formulate plans, and then slowly identify the enemy’s weaknesses, going up and landing a few basic attacks with normal strikes would be enough to take out the Apostle.
Why can’t I be a number monster!
"Teacher, what’s wrong with you?" Noticing Xue Dili’s low mood, Fafnir, who originally wanted to share the good news, suddenly felt she might have done sothing wrong.
"No, it’s nothing, I just want to be alone..." Xue Dili silently stared at the ceiling.
Maybe he needed to strengthen his basic magic abilities a bit.
Until now, his magic abilities were the sa old moves, Holy Light Magic, rituals, and Cursed Blood.
Among them, Holy Light Magic hasn’t been developed further for a long ti, and Imperial Swordsmanship has also been set aside without further training.
Maybe he could pick it up temporarily, with several days of vacation ahead, he could slowly practice Holy Light Magic and Imperial Swordsmanship.
It shouldn’t be called Imperial Swordsmanship now. Although Xue Dili’s lee abilities were based on the Imperial Swordsmanship taught by the old Undead, over ti, they have gradually evolved beyond the original form, rging with Greek Martial Arts and Otherworld combat thods, becoming an entirely new swordsmanship.
"Let’s start proper training tomorrow, it’s been a while since I’ve perford Dragon Ascension." Xue Dili held the short sword given by the old man in his hand, preparing his schedule for tomorrow.
...
The next day, a white plastic diner chair was placed in the courtyard, with the short sword resting on it.
This short sword is not a Treasure, but the old man seed to have deliberately adjusted it before leaving, now it’s only missing a legendary feat as a foundation to beco a true Treasure. He entrusted this weapon to Xue Dili, hoping Xue Dili would write new stories upon their last legacy.
And Xue Dili, at this mont, began training in Holy Light Magic in the courtyard, as well as contemplating whether he could train in Double Jump.
Double Jump, this kind of body technique, no matter the situation, is always sowhat useful.
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