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Am I a little heavy?
You're a bit useless!
The Beast of a Thousand Throats's assessment of Nairasojin's abilities is truly difficult; this guy's appearance previously caused a complete halt to the screen's bullets.
Now they can't even do something as simple as lifting him up, which is really hard to judge.
Nairasojin was also helpless about this, because the weight he could push was actually related to the limit of weight that his will could withstand.
In other words, it's Mental Power.
Nairasojin tried many methods to improve his Mental Power.
For example, he tried to endure torture, meditate under a waterfall, or meditate under the stars.
The first two methods are somewhat useful, but meditating under the stars is truly ineffective.
Even if the first two are useful, their effects are negligible.
To date, Nairasojin has not found a way to quickly enhance Mental Power.
If he were to improve his mental strength through torture and being tempered under waterfalls, even after fifty years, his Mental Power would only be able to barely double.
Nairasojin can only place his hopes on 'that being' for now.
The power they received was flawed; only that being could evolve their abilities to perfection.
But how he managed to attract that person's attention remains a mystery.
Seeing that the angels were dodging the attacks of the Beast of a Thousand Throats one after another, Nairasojin began to instinctively retreat.
At the same time, two elderly men came up from behind and pressed down on his shoulders.
"Don't worry, we're here for you."
One of the old men, holding a greatsword of flesh and blood, looked at the angel and stroked his beard, saying, "If only we could make a bow, things would be much easier."
"Kid, I'll give him a try. You stay on the sidelines and watch from the sidelines."
As he spoke, the Sword Forger joined the battle, wielding his flesh-and-blood greatsword!
The greatsword split into countless segments and began to lengthen, with flesh and blood connecting them, resembling a chain-toothed sword.
The flesh-and-blood chain sword was flung at the angel, who dodged the sweeping attack with a swift movement.
"Um?"
Another one.
The angel looked at the two old men over there, one of whom he recognized.
The old man seemed to have some kind of spatial ability, which allowed him to pull people into a space with unique rules.
Mo didn't pursue the enemy last time because he was unsure of their abilities, but this time there was another old man involved.
The sword the old man was holding was very strange; it seemed to be made of the flesh and bones of a living being, and you could even see human meridians on it.
There was also a constantly wriggling eyeball on the hilt of the sword, which was very eerie.
Adding to the mystery of this red, dog-like creature, who exactly are these people?
Who are you?
Nairasojin and the other three did not answer, Sword Forger continued to wield the flesh and blood greatsword.
At the same time, he suddenly threw out a dagger with his other hand.
"Go, Swallow Thief!"
Whoosh!
The dagger shot out silently and with incredible speed. After spinning in the air, it suddenly attacked Mo's back!
Whoosh!
Mo suddenly turned his head, and the dagger slashed across his face.
"This is?"
Before Mo could even wonder what was happening, the dagger suddenly turned and stabbed at his face again!
At the same time, the Sword Forger leaped up and swung his greatsword as if to cut him in half at the waist!
At that moment, the angel's wings appeared all at once, forming a barrier to block the greatsword's sudden attack, while Mo himself reached out and grabbed the nimble little sword.
"Interesting. Tell me how you got these things. Is it your ability?"
The Sword Forger stomped his foot on the ground after landing, shouting, "Like a dragon, go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beneath the Sword Forger's feet suddenly cracked open, and a forked soft sword, twisted and shaped like Flood Dragon, emerged from the ground.
After witnessing the effects of the first two swords, Mo immediately distanced himself from them and began to think quickly.
His swords had different effects; the sword he held in his hand could split and extend, and its power was considerable, but unfortunately it couldn't hurt Mo.
The small sword is small, makes no sound, and can attack on its own without anyone using it.
However, the small sword's power should be the least, as Mo could catch it with one hand.
So what is the power of this sword?
Just as Mo was wondering, Rulong flipped over and shattered the sword blade, transforming into a snake-like creature that opened its mouth and shot out!
Rulong was very fast. Mo tried to deflect the sword with his wings, but Rulong bit his wing and wouldn't let go!
"Nairasojin!"
Upon hearing the Sword Forger's call, Nairasojin's body instantly flashed with purple light!
At the same time, it was as if the dragon was being pulled by some kind of enormous force, and its own weight began to increase continuously!
It's as if a huge group of people are dragging Rulong along!
Meanwhile, the dragon was biting the angel tightly, as if it wanted to pull the angel to the ground!
Pulled by this force, Mo lost his balance and plummeted toward the ground!
But just as he was falling halfway down, Mo's body stabilized!
At the same time, the purple light on Nairasojin's body suddenly exploded, and he was blasted away!
Bump!
"Nairasojin!"
The old man from the I Ching grabbed Nairasojin, who was being thrown around, and saw blood trickling from the corner of Nairasojin's mouth.
"It's one thing that I can't control him, but I never expected that even the 'power' I can generate is far inferior to his."
Nairasojin's abilities can be broken down into two parts.
The first part is the weight.
There is a weight limit to the things he can handle; currently, it cannot exceed 500 kilograms.
This is merely the threshold for manipulation. To move an object, he needs to transmit a force to the target, which has nothing to do with the upper limit of the weight he can manipulate.
In other words, control gives you the opportunity to touch objects remotely.
Whether you can push it or not depends on your own strength.
The maximum force that Nairasojin can exert is currently enough to stop a bullet by impact, which is roughly equivalent to the firing force of a bullet.
Nairasojin can fly because he constantly applies force to himself.
He applies force to himself from below, propelling himself into the sky, and then applies force from all directions, launching himself out like a bullet. This is the secret to his flight.
But this is not the force that governs gravity.
This is domination and power.
Nairasojin believed that this was due to his incomplete ability.
If it can be completed, then it must be the control of gravity.
Instead of the current situation where weight is the barrier, applying force remotely is the key.
Nairasojin spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "The angel's 'power' is too strong, exceeding the limit of what I can pull."
"Theoretically speaking, only Thousand Throat among us can go toe-to-toe with him."
The I Ching looked at the Beast of a Thousand Throats, "But the problem is, if you can't touch it, even the strongest force is just empty talk."
Qianhou felt this most deeply, as he currently had no way to use his strength.
Unless we can move the angel to a space with limited space...
Oh, right!
Nairasojin suddenly turned to look at Yi Jing, "Quick, Yi Jing, pull those two people into your alternate dimension at the same time!"