Yahweh doesn't want to talk

But Kang Hao just smiled at this.

To be honest, Kang Hao very much likes and admires the old man's behavior.

After all, he is just an ordinary college graduate, one of the 14 billion most ordinary people in society.

If it weren't for the reason that Kang Hao still didn't dare to think about, there was a 60% chance that he would become a homeless person and die in the early morning of a certain day in the world of the God Slayer.

The remaining 40% were not much better off, and would most likely die in the aftermath of the destruction caused by some unknown god.

Even if it is here in Type-Moon, it would be fine if we are lucky enough to land in the Celestial Empire.

If it were outside, even the ashes would have been burned to slag and scattered all over the ground.

"Interesting, Azrael, you dare to disobey "me", your creator, your god?"

“Then I will grant you the right to prove yourself, Azrael. I will use the same power as you.”

It means that all the data is more than twenty times higher than yours.

"Prove to me that there is still something interesting in this world."

This is the nth time I have read this paragraph again...

oh......

It’s the first time, so it’s okay.

"Such words and actions... Is the Creator really just boring?"

"If that's the case, then there is still some hope for life in this universe!"

Thinking of this, the blazing blue flames in Wang Ha's eyes became brighter.

The fire of death wrapped around the body makes the terrifying angel, which makes people lose their minds, and has countless eyes under its four-colored, four-winged fur, more real.

The invisible and shadowless valley wind fills this place again and again... again and again.

Although Kang Hao had never smelled it before, the fragrance that was extremely familiar to him - the fragrance from the mysterious garden beside the Tree of Life deep in heaven - became stronger and stronger.

But there is no bright and deep bell sound

After a moment, Wang Ha was still waiting for something, and the flames in his burning eyes were flickering.

Full of doubts.

And the reason is actually very simple.

Because the divine creation in the Wanzhong Temple - the bell that announces death - had been smashed by someone named Kang.

Since Wang Ha descended in his true form and not as a so-called heroic spirit, the accompanying bell sound naturally came from the real High Death Bell.

The sound was fine if you heard it once or twice at first.

But after hearing it hundreds or thousands of times, Kang, who was a little annoyed by the noise, threw a lightning bolt directly towards the Wanzhong Temple deep in the mountains.

Although, not even a trace of it is left.

After all, it’s better to forget about bullying such an elderly employee. Kang Hao thinks he is not that unscrupulous.

But it is certain... that it cannot be used for the time being.

From then on, Kang Hao's ears were quiet.

But the opposite is... every time old man Wang Ha has to deceive again.

Moreover, after Kang Hao finishes his studies and lets him go, it is estimated that the old man will deceive him again.

After all, Kang Hao doesn't think that a truly unscrupulous boss like Yawei will give you any property loss compensation.

What's more, it's Mr. Kang who is a temporary one.

Anyway, in short, don't expect me to compensate you.

Volume 3: The Sacred Round Table Realm of the Battle between Time Travelers: Chapter 41: The Arm is a Beam, Touching the Throne!

Although the bell had not yet rung, Wang Ha did not hesitate.

The solemn and heavy bell sound represents the solemnity and justice of death itself.

No matter how high or low, noble or humble, no matter how great or insignificant you are in front of others.

In the face of death, everything is equal.

But it itself is not considered to be a necessary thing.

At the moment when the original Hassan once again raised the sword that was nailed into the ground.

Behind Kang Hao, there was nothing in the air, and a ray of light quietly cut through everything within the reach of the blade.

Atoms, molecules, protons, neutrons and even so-called quarks.

His sword is a sword that leads to death, it is death itself, and it is an existence that the living can never stop.

But at this moment his sword was blocked.

As one of the "angels", he knows it best.

The other party is the creator and the definer of everything. All metaphysical things are meaningless, stupid and ridiculous in front of the other party.

It was not the opponent's sword that blocked death, but death itself was afraid and dared not touch the omniscient and omnipotent side.

If you want to challenge God, you can't rely on this source and the mystery of God, but on human skills.

"It's a good sword, but it's still far from being interesting to me." Kang Hao said after he deflected it using the skills he learned from Wang Ha.

Not enough! Not enough!

What I need is not these concepts that will be useless after I leave here. What I need is human skills, something that I can take away from the world.

"Azrael is an angel, but Hassan bin Sabbah is a human."

"As an angel, you should understand that an inhuman sword cannot touch me."

"Try to swing at me with a human sword. That's the only way you can win."

Although I don’t know whether the old man listened to my words or not, there is no doubt that the old man’s sword became difficult to catch in an instant.

The flowing clouds and running water are natural and magnificent.

And this is exactly what Kang needs.

Imitate, digest, absorb, and then use it.

That's it.

After all, Kang Hao is not a swordsman, he is just learning a skill.

Under normal circumstances, this learning period should be quite long.

After all, it's still about learning, and even if you cheat you still have to spend a minimum amount of time.

Otherwise it is not yours at all, you are just a user.

However, even now the old men can still fight each other quite well, except for the fighting skills that have been formed into muscle memory as they go back in time again and again.

What’s more, Kang Hao’s basic data is more than 20 times that of the old man.

After a brief confrontation, Wang Ha, who had no chance of winning, jumped back and prepared for a second attack.

"This is, although I am not familiar with it, this must be my skill."

What the Creator meant when he said... to use power equal to yours... is this what he meant...

Omniscient

Whatever you think, past and future, may be a thought of God. The Lord is one.

Everything comes from God, including what we own.

He looked at the god who looked like a young oriental man, who had neutralized his attack coefficient with a familiar technique and was standing there calmly waiting for his next attack.

The other side does not demand victory.

Right.

After all, the so-called victory is merely a gift from the Creator.

How could He demand too much from what He has given?

However, this is the only chance to win!!

Wielding a huge stone sword, he continued to open up a path forward.

However, Kang Hao had already mastered these skills and could naturally deal with them one by one.

However, all is not set in stone.

Even though all time has been reshaped by Kang Hao, Wang Ha himself has no way of knowing these things that have never happened.

But...the big variable is Kang Hao himself.

These constant, imperceptible changes, as Kang Hao's skills become more and more sophisticated, force Wang Ha to make changes himself.

"Beyond me at this moment?"

Deep in the mountains, in the valley without any life, around the remains of the temple that exudes a burnt smell.

There stretches a dark, tall, lush tree.

A cold wind blew from the depths of the valley. Leaves that seemed to be names could be vaguely seen falling from the trees one by one, and drifting away into the distance with the cold wind.

And when this scene appeared in front of Kang Hao, it seemed even more spectacular.

"This move is the one I recreated at this point in time last time. I finally got it right."

"Wait, what is this?"

Looking at the faintly glowing things floating down from above, Kang Hao murmured in confusion: "What is this? Leaves?"

Faintly, you can even see the names written on the leaves falling from the sky.

The Tree of Life is a sacred tree from heaven.

And in this world created by God, the most sacred side must naturally be revealed.

The leaves turned into dust the moment they fell to the ground, and countless light feathers began to circle and dance in the dust again.

At the foot of the Holy Sepulchre is a barren expanse of sand.

And when Wang Ha approached again, countless glowing feathers danced along with Wang Ha's movements.

Just like the handsome scene in the fgo game where the old man releases his treasure version.

But it's no use.

"It's useless. The sword of God cannot touch me."

Kang Hao waved the crystal sword in his hand to blow away all the light feathers flying around him, and waited quietly for Wang Ha's attack.

?

What? Are these things really just special effects?

The moment of contact, Kang Hao discovered these feathers with a faint glow.

It just looks good.

Or maybe these things are not meant to be used here.

And this was only a thousandth of a second of distraction, and Wang Ha's stone sword had once again arrived in front of Kang Hao.

The old man's speed this time was faster than any previous time, leaving Kang Hao no time to react.

"Well...it's time to do it again."

That’s it, let’s do it again.

Anyway, no matter how many times it comes, it’s the same. When Wang Ha touches it, the reshaping of time begins.

The sword will eventually stop in front of Kang Hao.

Just as God is always insurmountable.

But just when the sword was close at hand, Wang Ha's arm holding the sword was suddenly grabbed by another arm.

With blood splattering