I let the genie out of the bottle

Nuada, the king of the Danu, was wounded in battle with the local gods while leading his people to invade Ireland, losing his right arm. Because of this injury, Nuada was forced to abdicate the throne, so the god of medicine forged a silver arm for his one-armed former king.

But ah.

Lu Ye silently told himself this.

This story does not exist in mythology!

"Nuada with the silver arm—"

Lu Ye raised his arm and slapped the demonic sword that Tony was slashing at.

"This is a forgery!"

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Chapter Forty-Seven: Treating erroneous ideas as gospel!

In the past few days, besides studying the magic system of this world, Lu Ye has also done a lot of research on his so-called fellow clansmen.

Or rather, his research into these god-killers and their associated disobedient gods began the moment he arrived in this world.

Of the several godkillers, Salvatore Tony was the one he prioritized most when searching for information over the past few days.

After all, he was the most likely god-slayer to clash with him first.

He had also thoroughly studied the Sword King's signature ability, the Tearful Silver Hand.

Even though his understanding was limited when he was researching materials before, he could only study mythology. But by directly experiencing Tony's moves now, he was able to gain a clear understanding of this power and the mythology associated with it.

The ability to omit steps is indeed quite useful and has great potential.

However, Lu Ye would never forget why he was able to develop this ability in the first place!

[Worldview]

This is the source of all of Lu Ye's abilities.

An individual's worldview influences the world.

Even the ability to omit processes is essentially a product of his worldview, born under the influence of his personal will.

Since it's his worldview, he can naturally decide what it should be like.

Even if this worldview conflicts with the world he lives in.

Worldview unfolds—

He silently recited it in his heart.

Within the scope of his worldview, everything conforms to his worldview, not to the world itself.

Of course, because he is too weak at this time, he needs to control and minimize the scope of his worldview, and also avoid making his worldview too different from this world.

Otherwise, it would place a considerable burden on his mental well-being.

But at this point, that's enough.

The worldview he was releasing at this moment was basically the same as this world, and its scope was limited to only one of his hands.

And near that hand, in that place covered by his worldview.

The myth of Nuada the Silver Arm does not exist!

The power of the "Torn Silver Hand" is a product of mythology, or rather, it is influenced by mythology.

At this point, within that small area, the myth that supported this power no longer existed!

"Nuada the Silver-Armed, this is a false scripture!"

He roared and met Salvatore Tony's demonic sword head-on with his own flesh and blood.

Upon seeing this, both the magician who was watching from a distance and the King of Swords himself were shocked.

However, regardless of Lu Ye's motives for taking his demonic sword with his own hands, Tony will absolutely not hold back in the slightest!

"Is the new god-slayer about to fall at the hands of his predecessor?"

In the distance, a magician who was observing the scene through magic time watched this and couldn't help but sigh.

“No, that new king is no fool!” the magician beside him said to his companion with a look of admiration. “Perhaps there is still a chance!”

Then, under the gazes of everyone—some reluctant, some shocked, some expectant, and some worried—

The demonic sword, said to be able to cleave through everything in the heavens and the earth, was firmly grasped in Lu Ye's hand.

Without the corresponding mythology, this demonic sword is at best just a slightly sharp iron longsword imbued with magic!

With Lu Ye's current physical condition, he only felt a slight stinging sensation in his palm.

"what?"

Both the Sword King and the magician watching from afar couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Since the day Tony gained power, the demonic sword, which had always been able to cut through anything, was unable to cut through the hand of a god-slayer of the same level.

"how is this possible?"

Tony looked somewhat dazed as he tried to draw his sword.

Normally, a slight swing of the sword would be enough to cut through the turbulent current.

However, it was all in vain. The silvery-white power emanating from the demon sword now seemed somewhat powerless, like a frail little girl.

Lu Ye did not waste any more time.

Using a worldview different from this one, and letting that worldview permeate the world, is not an easy thing for him.

Because, according to correct understanding, the silver-armed god-king, Nuada, does indeed exist.

Denying it is a misconception.

And now, he is insisting that a certain idea is correct even when he knows it is wrong, and he insists on believing it without a doubt, regarding it as the absolute truth of the world.

While expanding his worldview and correcting the world consumed almost no magical energy, the mental burden he placed on it was something he hadn't anticipated.

Every second he remained in this state was an immense torment for him.

This is because his will has become stronger for various reasons; if it were the old him, he probably would have gone mad long ago.

However, on the surface, Lu Ye still maintained an indifferent expression, as if what he had done was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Then, he gripped the magic sword in his hand, flipped it over again, and slashed it toward Tony's free hand.

Unfortunately, given his current sword-wielding posture, he could only manage to slash his arm.

Lu Ye thought with some regret.

"You—" Tony didn't react until the blade of the demon sword was about to strike his arm. His expression changed, and he tried to fight back.

However, Lu Ye did not give him that chance.

Because what Lu Ye is about to do has no process.

Since there is no process, there is naturally no way to talk about resistance.

Determine the cause.

The process is omitted.

Directly to the fruit.

Then, Salvatore Tony's left hand was severed at the wrist and held in Lu Ye's hand.

For Tony, it was a sudden realization that one of his hands had inexplicably detached from his wrist and become someone else's trophy.

The severed wrist, protected by steel, did not bleed a single drop.

"Grasp my sword. Although I can't see it, the price you'll pay must be considerable, right?" Tony asked through gritted teeth, maintaining the power of his [Torn Silver Hand].

For him, falling into this predicament without any explanation was something he found hard to accept.

He can accept defeat after a resounding victory, but he cannot tolerate losing in such an inexplicable way!

"Whether it's power or anything else, it's all fair. Great power either has huge limitations or comes at a huge price," Tony said. "How long can you hold out against my demon sword?"

Lu Ye didn't respond. Firstly, he had no interest in arguing with Tony, and secondly... he felt like his head was about to explode.

A few seconds later.

Lu Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he realized that his omitted process could be used again.

"That's enough." Lu Ye, his eyes bloodshot, tried his best to speak in a steady voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared some distance away from Tony.

In his hand lay his spoils, a hand surrounded by runes.

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Summary: "Successfully used a healing spell to restore the injuries of one unit, increasing strength by 1000!"

"Successfully used healing spell to restore the injury of one unit, strength increased by one thousand!"

"Successfully used a healing spell to restore the injuries of one unit, gaining advanced melee combat skill mastery!"

"Don't stop me, I need to heal people, I don't want to fight!"

Su Jun said this.

This is a story set in the world of Type-Moon, where characters grow stronger through healing magic, starting in Britain...

Chapter Forty-Eight: Close Combat!

"Clap."

Lu Ye casually tossed the severed hand aside.

The mysterious runes that had been swirling around the severed hand have now disappeared.

Blood suddenly flowed from the severed wrist, which looked no different from the severed limbs of an ordinary animal.

This is completely different from the Sword King's severed arm, which now appears as if solidified metal.

"So, under the protection of steel, once my limbs are completely severed, I lose the protection of my powers?"

Upon seeing this, Salvatore Tony looked somewhat enlightened.

This was the first time that his limbs had been cut off after he used the Steel Guard.

In other words, he had never been this disheveled since he obtained the power of the Steel Guardian.

He doesn't care about things like saving face.

However, losing for no apparent reason would be very upsetting for him.

“My kin, you’ve gone to such lengths, just to cut off one of my hands?” Salvatore Tony grinned, revealing a slightly sinister smile. “Indeed, this is the first time I’ve suffered a physical injury since I killed Siegfried and gained the Steel Blessing.”

"However, even if I lose a hand, it won't stop me from holding the sword!"

Although both sides clearly held an antagonistic stance towards each other, the Sword King still seemed rather talkative.

"And now, it seems your mind is nearing its limit, isn't it? Can you still use that ability to grasp my demonic sword again?"

Lu Ye remained indifferent as he mobilized a portion of his magical power, slowly condensing it into a lightsaber.

Given the sturdiness of this sword, it would probably break instantly if it were to collide with the Sword King's Demon Sword even slightly.

"Whether the spirit has reached its limit does not depend on whether it is tired, but on whether the subject has given up."

Lu Ye slowly opened his mouth, attempting to disrupt the Sword King's thoughts or attract his attention with words.

"Is that so?" The Sword King gripped the demonic sword with his only remaining hand, his face still showing excitement.

Or rather, this person is just like that, the kind of person who would laugh heartily even if he died in battle.