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Chapter One Hundred and One: Communication between the Taker and the Taker.

"I don't have such a high level of consciousness yet, Master Jiang Erge..." He said, taking off his cowboy hat from his head. His face was still a little immature, and even when he smiled, the two dimples at the corners of his mouth were clearly visible.

On the face, in this hall buried deep underground, a golden light flashed and fell on two people, one was him and the other was Django Ergo.

Django was a little tired. He was already old, and the tips of his long blond hair already had some clearly visible white.

"To be honest, my child, you are indeed not qualified to gain my approval..." Jiang Erge raised his eyebrows and said this very seriously, but his breath felt heavy, as if he was sighing.

"Ah..." The cowboy hat was on his hand. He obviously felt lost and a little frustrated because of this somewhat negative statement.

Of course he will be frustrated. The recognition of this cowboy hat may be more important than anything else. This is not only recognition of identity, but also proof of his genius.

How can you not feel disappointed? The instructor has already put the hat on his head, but now he says he is not qualified, which seems like an annoying regret!

"But!" Jiang Ergo put his hand on his head, adjusted his breathing, touched his head heavily, messed up his short blond hair, shrugged indifferently and said: "Who called me, I

There is only one such talented student who is only 14 years old..."

Like a childish ghost, Django stroked his head, which was now a mess.

"Teacher Django!"

"Hmph, I was the student I chose back then, and I have to admit that you are not... even if I cry..."

"Teacher Jiang Ergo, don't worry, I will definitely become the greatest archaeologist! I will never let you down!"

"I'm waiting for that day..., waist, don't hug me, my waist hurts..."

[7:13:32 pm on November 5, 2026 in the Principality]

【Central Control Room】

"Why are you coming back! Tang! Zi! Dragon! I told you to run!" Pylos was lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing out from his abdomen. His painful face was a little ferocious, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching, and he was shouting

When I said this sentence, my voice was shaking and I was shouting at the top of my lungs.

There was a little bit of golden light flowing from the hole in his abdomen, as if it was trying to repair his body, but it was obviously to no avail.

"It's not because of you!" Tang Zilong ran over and was about to help Pyros up, but a sword energy slammed into the wall, breaking the filling mechanical circuit.

Sanshi also came over to help him move forward.

"Even you..." Paros' eyes almost narrowed in pain.

"You are my grandfather, no matter what, I can't abandon you!" The Third's eyes looked firmly at the rocks at his feet, and he put Paros's hand on his small shoulder.

"You guys, you took so much trouble to create an opportunity to escape! You didn't even escape! I'll wait and die in vain!"

"No, Grandpa! You won't die! In 2019, you found the golden holy water left in [Talondar County] in the Principality. You will never die like this!" The three people moved forward slowly, and another sword strike

Angrily slashed at him diagonally.

"I know a lot! Have I become the greatest archaeologist in your time?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this! Palos, if you have time to gossip, you'd better hurry up! Damn it, you're almost dead!"

"I didn't ask you to rescue me. Skarner should be able to deal with that pervert!"

"Come on, damn it!"

The princess stared at them closely. She stood next to the hole created by the laser light and watched the three people slowly walk out.

The soldier looked at all this with confusion, unable to understand this behavior.

One of Skarner's golden eyes and the other blue eye were already shining like blooming flowers at this time, and the light was almost higher than his brow. The dagger in his hand was even beginning to break, and was struck by the black long sword.

Another collision, and now only the broken appearance of the dagger condensed by blue spiritual power remains.

【!】The long black sword hit the short sword, and more fragments began to break apart, and some parts even began to turn into tiny iron powder.

【!】Another impact caused the broken fine powder to tremble. It was blown into the air without any room and was pulled back to its original shape by the blue spiritual power.

【!】A sword energy exploded in the air. Skarner turned over and jumped to avoid the sword energy. The black sword wielded by the terrifying figure was unable to continue to parry. Skarner retreated while fighting.

, without any skills, the blood at the corner of his mouth was already like a flowing river. Every parry of the black sword was an extremely dangerous move for Skarner. How many terrifying elements of rage rushed into his body, causing

His internal organs began to tremble non-stop.

The blood in his golden eyes condensed a little like a brand on the corners of his eyes. Skarner shouted, and the entire central control room was filled with his voice.

Skarner has never been arrogant. He was taciturn for a time, and few people knew his true thoughts. Everyone's image of him was as strong as ever, and that was enough. His strength and his silence

Has an extremely tacit sense of adaptability.

This is also the reason why everyone looks at him this way, so that the stereotyped image of him making mistakes again and again makes him have so many words no longer.

But this time, he really faced an extremely powerful opponent, and he might even die here.

That sense of coercion actually makes [it] dare not fight. It's really ridiculous. A Western sword is like scrap iron. Now this short sword is completely made of fine iron powder. How can it be the opponent of this more ancient weapon?

Woolen cloth.

"Ah!" Skarner tried to fight back, using his blue spiritual power to deeply condense the iron powder into a sharp sword edge, and cut it horizontally towards Ning Qing, but he couldn't do it at all. As soon as the sword touched

The black long sword broke again in horror, and now it completely turned into powder and scattered in all directions, turning into a wisp of white smoke in the central control room and disappearing into thin air.

"Uh..." The pain from a horizontal cut in the abdomen echoed in Skarner's mind. The feeling of the flesh being cut horizontally was so terrifying that the owner of the black sword even wanted to cut him off at the waist.

【!】A white steel cable was fixed on Skarner's back, and Skarner was pulled out immediately. Fortunately, he escaped the terrifying attack that was cut off by the black sword.

"Kraft..." Skarner looked at a man who was also wearing a black mage robe. His short white hair was very neat. He had obviously experienced a lot of vicissitudes. It could also be said that without a military uniform, he did lack obvious vitality.

Spiritual energy.

"Senior Skarner, it's not good to die like this. I'm still waiting to spar with you."

The golden stream of light began to repair Skarner's body bit by bit. The area that was about to be severed was somewhat bloody and bloody, and the visible lines of flesh were really scary.

"...where are they..."

"We have reached the ground, senior, please don't worry."

"That's good." Skarner stretched out his hand, and the broken iron from the console suddenly came to his hand, making a buzzing sound and forming an iron piece with barbs.

Ning Qing's eyes were already showing a terrifying red evil light, and a green light was emitting from his black robe. He smiled evilly, and stood upright, ready to launch a second attack.

"Kid, this guy is very powerful, don't regret it! I can't control him if he dies!"

"Senior, you owe me your life! I won't die until you give it back to me!"

【Ah~The warm-up is over~】

Ning Qing's voice completely changed, becoming so low, hoarse and scary.
Chapter completed!
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