Bound to the Multiverse Restaurant, I'm now the darling of my staff.

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and a longsword radiating a cold, eerie light instantly appeared in her hand.

Ancient and mysterious runes are engraved on the sword, and a bright blue gem is inlaid on the hilt, as if it contains endless star power.

She moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in on him.

He brandished his longsword, creating streaks of silver sword shadows that, in their interplay, subtly formed a storm of sword energy.

The sword cultivator's unique and sharp sword energy spread outwards as if it were a tangible substance, carving deep trenches into the ground wherever it passed.

The high priest stared in horror, hastily waving his wand to try and block the surging sword energy.

However, his magic shattered and dissipated like a fragile bubble the moment it came into contact with the sword energy.

The high priests also unleashed their full power, with various dazzling magical lights intertwining together in an attempt to build a defensive line.

However, the warmth of the sword technique was too powerful. The magical light was like a candle flickering in the wind, extinguished one by one in front of the sword energy.

The paladins had barely gotten to their feet when they were swept away by the sword energy.

Their supposedly indestructible armor now emitted a piercing metallic tearing sound as it was sliced ​​by the sword energy.

Deep sword marks appeared on the armor, and blood seeped from the wounds.

The knights' faces showed expressions of utter disbelief.

Although they both use swords, compared to Wen Nuan, their swordsmanship is like embroidery...

The low priests were already paralyzed with fear, their robes soaked with urine. They trembled, too weak to even run away.

The adventurers hidden in the shadows were speechless with astonishment; they had never seen such domineering and fierce swordsmanship.

I originally thought that Wen Nuan was only good at defensive magic, but I never expected her swordsmanship to be so terrifying.

Warmth moved freely among the sword shadows, chanting sword incantations as she practiced her swordsmanship.

That cold voice seemed to possess a magical power, making the sword energy in the air even more violent.

Her swordplay grew faster and faster, the sword shadows almost obscuring the entire sky, leaving only endless cold light and killing intent.

At this moment, the high priest knew that the situation was hopeless, but he was still unwilling to accept defeat. He suppressed his fear and took out a communication crystal from his pocket, trying to get more people to come to his aid.

However, how could Warmth give him that chance?

With a flick of her sword finger, a sword aura shot out like a serpent, precisely shattering the communication crystal.

"Want to call for reinforcements? Too late!" The warm yet cold voice echoed in the same spot.

She turned around, held her long sword upright in front of her chest, and chanted an even more ancient and profound sword incantation.

In an instant, the weather in the sky changed drastically, with dark clouds rolling in and lightning flashing and thunder roaring within them.

Several thick bolts of lightning snaked down her sword, merging with the original power on the blade, making the sword shine even brighter and its sword energy even more violent.

Warmth charged at the enemy once more, this time, each sword strike imbued with the power of lightning.

When the sword shadows touched the people in the temple, in addition to the sharp sword energy cutting damage, there was also the paralysis and bombardment of lightning.

The high priests and high priests were struck by lightning, trembling all over, their hair standing on end, and their magic became intermittent and chaotic.

The paladins tried to dodge, but found there was nowhere to escape, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and use their damaged armor to defend themselves.

As a result, he was struck by lightning and thrown away, crashing heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably.

The lower-ranking priests were so shaken by this powerful force that they bled from all seven orifices, and their fate was unknown.

The adventurers around, seeing this, stopped watching the spectacle and retreated, afraid of being affected by the force.

They felt a deep sense of awe for warmth and realized that this seemingly ordinary restaurant owner was actually a powerful and unfathomable figure.

Warmth showed no sign of stopping her attack; she continued to wield her longsword, pushing her swordsmanship to its limits.

Under her fierce attack, the people of the Temple of Light gradually lost their ability to resist. The once orderly and majestic team was now in ruins, with heavy casualties.

The high priest lay on the ground, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He looked at everything in despair, his eyes filled with regret and resentment.

He never imagined that the "heretic" he thought he could easily defeat would be so powerful, powerful enough to wipe out their entire team.

Looking at the heavily wounded and dead members of the Temple of Light before her, Wen Nuan slowly sheathed her sword and stood still.

Her eyes were cold and calm, and even her breathing was steady, as if the thrilling battle just now was nothing more than a trivial episode.

"Let me show you what I am without the protection of this so-called magic circle."

The warm words, like a biting cold wind, swept through the hearts of everyone present.

She glanced at the defeated and ravaged temple members on the ground, feeling no pity.

This kind of autocratic and corrupt force, which attempts to bully others in the name of so-called holiness, should have met its end long ago.

Warmth knew that her actions were not only to protect Ludwig, but also to declare war on all injustice and oppression in the world.

Because she didn't want to see another Ludwig.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this girl still has the nerve to call us violent?" Chu Ze leaned against the restaurant door, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "It's good to let her see who's really the most violent one."

"If you're not afraid of death, then go and tell them."

Hall glanced at him sideways; this guy was just a master of empty talk.

Ludwig stood there, bewildered, gazing at the distant figure, his heart filled with shock.

The once impregnable temple, which had stood as solid as a mountain, was shattered to pieces before his very eyes by Warmth alone.

Ludwig was filled with mixed emotions, including amazement at the Temple's powerful strength and a sense of relief at finally being able to vent his resentment at being oppressed by the Temple in the past.

The invisible shackles that had bound him for years shattered at that moment.

Warmly turned around and slowly walked towards the restaurant, each step steady and powerful, as if carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

The sharp sword aura emanating from her body had not completely dissipated, forming a faint halo around her, making her look like a war goddess returning victorious from the battlefield.

When she turned around, there was no one behind her, and she was caught completely off guard.

But the people of the temple could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance; Warmth's attack had already shattered their pride.

At this moment, warmth seemed to them to be the supreme being that controlled life and death, capable of annihilating them with a single thought.

Looking at this warmth, Ludwig's eyes filled with starlight. He knew that from this moment on, his fate would be completely intertwined with warmth.

No matter what storms lie ahead, he will follow her steadfastly until death!