Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1219 Mishra's Transformation
Ogas was pleasantly surprised to find that as Mishra's spear of light reassembled, she seemed to be reborn.

At the very least, it was different from the previous stupid attack intention, which was so direct that it seemed as if the woman who was trying to kill the Karma Demon had become stupid and mistook Ogas for a Karma Demon as well.

In the past, Mishra's attacks were always straightforward and full of unrefined savagery, like a beast driven by hatred, charging forward blindly.

At that time, even in the eyes of Ogas, she was just a more outstanding warrior among many.

Mishra's movements are now smooth and precise, with both thunderous power and delicate control.

She learned to use the characteristics of the spear of light to weave each attack into an intricate battle network, which could not only resolve the enemy's offensive, but also counterattack. Even a veteran like Ogas would be ashamed of himself for this skill of both attack and defense.

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

It can no longer be described as a sudden arrival, is it just a completely different person?
"It's incredible..."

Ogas murmured to himself, his opinion of Mishra quietly rising to an unprecedented height.

Her growth rate was astonishing even when compared to Asura, the most outstanding disciple under her command.

Although Ashura is extremely talented, he obviously still has a big gap with Mishra in terms of combat wisdom and adaptability.

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

Even if this woman is just a human, she is superior to 99% of the gods that Ogas knows!
"Mishra has a great talent."

Chang Wei and his companions were watching the battle from above the moon, and Chang Wei said with a sigh of relief.

"It's been less than a year, but she has already grown to this point."

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

"Did she learn the gun technique from you?"

Chang Wei nodded and then asked Scathach.

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

"When dealing with huge monsters like the Karma Demon, using a gun is indeed the most appropriate. The flexibility and attack range of the spear allow us to deal a fatal blow to the enemy while maintaining a safe distance. However, Mishra is only now beginning to gradually adapt to fighting humanoid creatures, which is a new challenge for her."

Scathach's spear skills are certainly very high, but most of them are used to hunt monsters, undead, gods, etc. from the mythological era of her world.

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

Denise was listening on the side, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

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

Denise's swordsmanship emphasizes the perfect combination of speed and strength, pursuing the pleasure of killing with one blow, rather than Scathach's delicate skills and strategies.

It can't be considered a martial art that has been carefully crafted and honed.

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

Each fighting style has its own unique features, and the key lies in how to use it flexibly according to the battlefield situation.

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

Ogas was finally injured by the attack of the transformed Mishra. He looked at his wound.

"Yes, I recognize you, human, tell me your name!"

Ogas said to Mishra.

"Mishra, 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.

"Mishra? Well, this name is the name of the goddess. I'll call you Alora. I will remember you, but don't die."

Before he finished speaking, Ogas's hand had unconsciously clenched the long sword hanging behind his waist - the "Wu Ming Ghost Crying Sword".

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

Ogas chanted in a low voice, as if performing some ancient ritual, gathering the emotions and strength in his heart to the peak.

He placed the long sword gently in front of his chest, holding the hilt and scabbard tightly with both hands. That posture showed both respect for the enemy and anticipation for the upcoming battle.

"…But there is still a sorrow that cannot be dispelled. Only this one blow, this one blow!"

As he finished speaking, Ogas exerted force suddenly and pulled the "Wu Ming Ghost Crying Knife" out of the scabbard.

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

The moment the blade was unsheathed, an indescribable pressure spread out, and the golden power of the mantra rose like a flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness, and like a column of light, pointing straight to the sky, 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 with powerful kinetic energy, sinking all the way in, leaving only a shocking hole, symbolizing the unstoppable nature of this attack.

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

"Alora!"

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

Behind Ogas, the power of his mantra condensed and materialized, forming a huge halo. The halo 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, Mishra suddenly swung his gun and stabbed Ogas.

Her movements were swift and decisive, and she was clearly well prepared.

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

The entire surface of the moon was left with a deep scratch by this cut, as if it had been gently scratched by a giant's finger.

Huge lunar rocks rise from the fracture like mountains, forming spectacular rock walls.

Mishra reacted very quickly. She quickly moved sideways to avoid the rising mountain, and a look of fear flashed across her face.

(End of this chapter)