From the prototype, immortal

Orgas was pleasantly surprised to find that as Mishra's spear of light reunited, her whole person seemed to be reborn.

At the very least, it is different from the previous stupid woman whose attack intention was direct, as if she had killed the karma demon stupidly, and mistook him for Ogas as a karma demon.

In the past, Mishra's attacks were always straightforward, full of unpolished wildness, like a beast driven by hatred, only knowing how to charge into battle blindly.

At that time, even in Ogas's eyes, she was just one of the more outstanding warriors.

Now Mishra's movements are smooth and precise, possessing both thunderous power and delicate control.

She learned to use the characteristics of the light spear to weave every attack into an intricate battle network, which can not only neutralize the enemy's offensive, but also counterattack. This skill of killing and attacking, even for Ogas. The veterans are also ashamed of themselves.

She seemed to have grown from a warrior who relied solely on brute strength to a master who was well versed in the art of combat.

It can no longer be described as a sudden advance. This is a direct change of person, right?

"It's incredible..."

Ogas murmured to himself, his evaluation of Mishra in his heart quietly rising to unprecedented heights.

Her growth rate is particularly astonishing even when compared to her most outstanding disciple, Asura.

Although Asura has outstanding talents, there is obviously still a big gap between Asura and Mishra in terms of combat intelligence and adaptability.

Every time Misra makes progress, it seems to break some established boundaries, forcing people to re-examine the limits of what humans can achieve.

Even if this woman is only a human, she surpasses ninety-nine percent of the gods Ogas knows!

"Mithra's talent is very good."

Chang Wei and the others watched the battle above the moon, Chang Wei clicked his tongue and said.

"She has grown to this point in less than a year."

Esdeath said proudly that she was one of Mishra's teachers and she knew Mishra's situation very well. Unlike Chang Wei, who was just a hands-off shopkeeper, she would only teach when she was interested.

"Did she learn her spear skills from you?"

Chang Wei nodded and then asked Scathach.

Scathach nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"To deal with huge monsters like Karma, guns are indeed the most suitable. The flexibility and attack range of the spear allow us to give the enemy a fatal blow while maintaining a safe distance. However, Mishra has only just now She began to gradually adapt to fighting humanoid creatures, which was a new challenge for her. "

Of course, Scathach's spear skills are very impressive, but most of them are used to hunt the magical beasts, undead, gods, etc. from the mythical era of her world.

Scathach also taught how to deal with human enemies. However, under Scathach's guidance, Mishra seemed too focused on the gunmanship against Karma Demons and was still unfamiliar with how to effectively deal with humanoid creatures.

Dinisha listened on the sidelines, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

As another teacher who taught Mishra, although her swordsmanship was equally excellent, it was more direct and violent compared to Scathach's spearmanship.

Dinisha's swordsmanship emphasizes the perfect combination of speed and power, pursuing the thrill of killing with one blow, rather than the meticulous skills and strategies of Scathach.

It's not a skill that is carefully crafted and refined over time.

"My swordsmanship may be more suitable for Mishra's use in certain situations."

Each combat method has its own unique features. The key lies in how to use it flexibly according to the battlefield situation.

Mishra's growth path is destined to be diversified. She needs to absorb the essence of various fighting styles in order to eventually become a true fighting master.

Orgas was finally injured under the attack of the transformed Mishra.

He looked at his wounds.

"Yes, I recognize you, human, say your name!"

Orgas said to Mishra.

"Mithra, this is the name my teacher gave me, but before I became who I am now, my human name was Allura."

Mishra said to Ogas.

"Mithra? Well, this name is the name of the goddess. Let's call you Aluola. I will remember you, but don't die."

Before he finished speaking, Ogas's hand had unconsciously tightened the long knife hanging behind his waist - the "Ignorance Ghost Crying Knife".

"Even if I hold the beauty in the sky, or drink all the wine in the world..."

Orgas chanted in a low voice, as if performing some ancient ritual, condensing the emotions and power in his heart to the top.

He gently placed the long knife on his chest, holding the handle and scabbard tightly with both hands. This gesture was not only respect for the enemy, but also anticipation for the upcoming battle.

"...but there are still worries that cannot be eliminated. There is only this one blow, this one blow!"

As the words ended, Ogas suddenly exerted force and pulled out the "Ignorance Ghost Crying Knife" from its sheath.

At that moment, it was as if the entire universe was silent, and even time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The moment the blade was unsheathed, an indescribable pressure filled the air. The power of the golden mantra rose like a flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness, and pointed straight into the sky like a pillar of light, demonstrating the power of Ogas.

"It makes my blood boil!"

He pulled out the knife completely, and then the scabbard was thrown out by Ogas with amazing force. It was like a meteor, cutting through the sky, and finally inserted deeply into the moon rock of the moon with strong kinetic energy, sinking into it completely, leaving only a shocking hole, symbolizing the unstoppable nature of this attack.

"I recognize that you are a woman worthy of me to kill!"

"Alora!"

He raised the knife high to the sky, and the golden-red power of the mantra rose around him, like a blazing flame, and like a sacred pillar of light, illuminating his figure, making him look like a god of war descending from the sky.

Behind Ogas, his mantra power condensed and materialized, forming a huge halo of light, which contained endless power and mystery, as if it could devour everything and create everything.

Asura couldn't figure out the current situation and could only watch from the side.

At this moment, Misra suddenly swung her gun and stabbed Ogas.

Her movements were swift and decisive, and she was obviously fully prepared.

However, facing Mishra's attack, Ogas just smiled slightly, and gently waved the "Wu Ming Ghost Crying Knife" in his hand, and a dazzling knife light flashed.

The entire surface of the moon was scratched by this knife, as if it was gently scratched by the giant's finger.

The huge moon rock rose from the fracture like a mountain, forming a series of spectacular rock walls.

Mishra reacted very quickly, she quickly turned sideways to avoid the rising mountain, and a look of panic flashed across her face.