As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 236
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Monn and the giant kobold finally tore a hole in the void and left the space crack when the sun was setting.
A giant dog with silver fur and a faint cold color fell from the sky like a small hill.
The kobold's four paws kicked randomly in the air.
He tried to slow down the speed of its descent and stabilize its body.
But it was obvious that his attempt was futile.
Boom!
As expected, he landed firmly on the ground, creating a big pit in the shape of a fluffy blanket.
In the messy silvery white fur, a person with a happy expression appeared.
Monn buried his face in the fur on the back of the giant kobold. He took a few more deep breaths and couldn't help but roll.
"Get off of me!"
The giant kobold couldn't hold down his temper anymore.
Things happened like this.
Originally, Monn took advantage of the giant kobold's unprepared state to forcefully sign an equal contract with him.
Following the logic that with a contract the kobold would be now his.
Monn forcefully fed the blood of the frozen prophet to the giant kobold.
The result was very gratifying.
The giant kobold not only had the color of its fur changed, but its instinctive ability also became stronger.
At the same time, he could now completely switch between its beast form and human form.
However, this did not change the giant kobold's rejection of Munn.
No matter who was fooled by someone for 13 moves, and was also schemed against.
They would not be happy about it.
Even if they did get some benefits.
The two of them fought in space turbulence.
Of course, most of the time were Monn walking his dog.
Well, ahem. It was Monn helping the giant kobold adapt to his new power.
In the end, the giant kobold was very depressed to find that he couldn't keep up with Monn's speed at all.
He could only give up and shrink himself into a big furry ball.
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Monn knew that he could not bully people too harshly, so he told the giant kobold that he had found a weak spot in the spatial barrier.
The giant kobold had been deceived many times and did not believe Meng En's nonsense anymore.
The giant kobold was smart for once and did not believe Monn's words.
But this time, Monn really did not deceive the giant kobold.
It was a pity that the giant kobold was too serious when chasing Meng En. It could not absorb spiritual energy in the spatial turbulence and could not eat to replenish its energy.
It was constantly in a state of exhaustion.
Monn could only rely on himself to break the spatial barrier.
Monn knew that he was the one that caused himself to this.
Therefore, he obviously had to bear the result.
Hence, he could only pull out the Flaming Divine Sword.
Without saying anything else, he began to accumulate energy and launched a dimensional slash at the weak spatial barrier.
The Flaming Divine Sword, paired with the dimensional slash, was guaranteed to break the barrier.
However, it was also filled with uncontrollable factors.
The main reason was that the Flaming Divine Sword contained fire-type spiritual power, and the fire-type spiritual power would quickly collide with the spatial barrier.
The result was a high possibility of recoil and explosion.
The recoil was not a problem. After all, whether it was the giant kobold or Monn, they all had strong defenses.
But an explosion would be difficult to deal with.
No matter how strong the defense was, it could not face both the explosion and the recoil at the same time.
Especially in space turbulence.
The explosion produced by the Flaming Divine Sword naturally carried flames that flew everywhere.
If it stuck, it would burn your skin and flesh.
If it touched you, it would let you experience the afterlife of being burned alive by the flames.
Thus, in order not to be burned to death by his own attacks.
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Monn made full use of the disposable Windstorm Battle Boots on his feet.
With a speed so fast that only afterimages were left, he used the flaming sword to slash at the weak dimensional barrier like crazy.
Every time he used the dimensional slash, Monn would immediately dodge.
Then, he would continue to accumulate power and use the next dimensional slash.
Monn relied on his astonishing speed and agility to avoid the side effects of the dimensional slash.
As for the giant kobold, it simply stood still and continued to stack layers of ice on his body.
Seeing that the spatial barrier was so thin that he could see the outside, Monn leaped onto the giant kobold's back.
"Don't move. This is the last slash. Once I make this slash, you will sprint forward."
Monn shouted.
When the giant kobold saw that Monn seemed to have merged into the flames, he knew that Monn was not lying to him.
Therefore, he cooperated and sprinted with all his might.
Of course, the giant kobold did not completely trust Meng En. As he sprinted, he was covered in a layer of ice, decreasing the spatial turbulence's resistance.
It was time for the giant kobold to rush to the front of the spatial barrier.
Monn had already swung his flaming sword with all his might.
With a crack, a large hole appeared in the spatial barrier.
The giant kobold was right in front of the hole.
He stared at the spatial resistance of the spatial barrier.
The thick layer of ice on the giant kobold's body shattered with a crack.
The giant kobold struggled to step out its front paws and then jumped with its hind legs.
The entire dog fell through the spatial crack.
The sound of the giant kobold and the giant kobold falling was too loud.
While the human and the dog had yet to recover their strength, from places not too far away from where they fell, about two valleys away, a tribe had already sent people over to check on the situation.
Of course, Monn and the giant kobold knew nothing about this.
The giant kobold was exhausted and depleted.
There was no strength in his body at all.
The spiritual energy here was too rich. Just by absorbing a little of it, the kobold felt that not only were his tendons and veins in pain, his skin and flesh were also in so much pain that it felt as if countless steel knives were stabbing at it.
However, Monn accepted it well.
He was a cheat in this world, to begin with.
The thing that absorbed the energy was the Flaming Divine Sword in his hand.
The reason why his Flaming Divine Sword was so powerful was naturally that the divine flaming sword was like a bottomless pit that could continuously absorb the fire elemental spiritual energy in the air.
As for his own body, all the energy came from the clock system that worked from nine to five.
He had no way of absorbing the spiritual energy.
"Do you know where this is?"
Monn asked the giant kobold who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
It really looked a little too ecological.
Everywhere looked like a primeval zone.
There was no end to the primeval forest and endless green land.
"How would I know if you don't even know?"
The giant kobold did not even lift its eyelids. It continued to lie on the ground like a dog-skin blanket, not moving at all.
Monn also knew that the giant kobold's strength had probably been completely exhausted when it had just left the spatial rift.
Therefore, he felt that he could take advantage of the other party's weakness to take a puff of fur.
The giant kobold was covered with several layers of ice to prevent the man and the dog from falling and being smashed into pieces.
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