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Chapter 2739 The Seventh Level Summit Battle

"Zana, hey, brother, what should we do now that we are trapped here?" Colon worried: "Are we waiting for You... to wait for the leader to come to rescue us? He doesn't know we are here either."

Heiting then added: "When he gets his things done, he won't be sure whether he will care about us or not."

Zana frowned: "That's not true, we should still be valuable to him."

Cologne: "Only those with fighting ability are valuable. Heiting and I are just burdens as we are now."

Zana looked okay, but he was actually injured more seriously than all of them. Cologne and the other four were knights, and he was just a puppet master.

Quietly, they all fell asleep due to exhaustion, but soon woke up due to pain. Heiting saw Zana flipping through the books he brought out from the collection hall, and saw him closing the book again and sitting there in a daze.

He asked: "What are you thinking about, Lao Zha? You are so absorbed in thinking, do you have an idea?"

"Old Zha? I don't like this title." Zana said, leaning against the wall of the pipe: "I'm thinking, why did he take Xiao'er away? He could have killed her during the barrier. It was because he was angered.

, so you want to capture him and torture him slowly? Based on my understanding of psychopathy, the master behind the will of the puppet should not have reached this level yet."

Cologne said in disgust: "That man, that puppet seems to be extremely sensitive to the word 'sin' or 'sin', and he always says 'sin' and 'sin' in his mouth. Do you think he is not a pervert? I think he must have some serious illness."

.Just kill people. I hate getting entangled in those weird philosophical ideas. They are not pure at all."

"Philosophical thoughts?" Zana nodded and said, "Your insight is very keen."

Cologne snorted coldly: "The unnecessary moaning of some artists and intellectuals is very ridiculous. Some very simple things are made complicated by these people."

Zana opened his pocket watch, counted the time, and said: "We have been here for a long time. In our situation, it is basically impossible to completely determine the mission. The current situation is basically a dead end. There are so many masters outside.

There is nothing we can do except wait for rescue."

"Waiting for him to come to the rescue means waiting to die. We are just chess pieces being used, so we can just throw them away." All Cologne could think of was the bad side: "Humph, only these two fools can still sleep. Don't hide your heart.

The world is broad and there are no worries."

Zana opened the book in his hand again.

"What are you looking at again?" Heiting asked boredly.

"It's weird," Zana said. "The pipe is so thick that I can't find where it is in the various layers."

Heiting asked: "Are the diagrams of each layer above very detailed? So detailed that all the pipelines are marked? Probably not."

Zana shook his head: "No."

"This is an arsenal as a whole, with a huge number of internal pipelines. If it weren't for the detailed engineering drawings of each area, it would be impossible to compile all the information into a book."

"I know this too, but this pipeline is so big, it seems different from the others. There should be clear instructions. Is it another secret passage?"

Heiting said: "Zana, I don't want to think about this now. Lying on the ground like this makes me very undignified. You are a puppet master, can't you help us think of a solution? This is an arsenal, there are so many mechanical puppets, and some

People who have had their broken limbs remodeled should have spare limbs, right? Is there a note in the book where the prosthetic limbs are stored?"

"I'm looking for it. Some of the rooms in the drawing above are not clearly labeled." He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, wiped his mouth and continued: "The cross-sectional shape of each floor of this arsenal is a bit interesting..."



The broken ice floated weightlessly. They were like ice mirrors, illuminating Yuko and his Immortal Dragon into pieces. Tognia transformed into a heavy-armored warrior, looking out of the ice mirror and covering her body with frost.

Rushing out, the sky-piercing demon has long horns and fangs piercing the mirror surface: "Devil's attack~!"

Using ice as power, the spear point penetrated the sky. Togna came out of the ice and disappeared from the ice. In this field, the broken ice became her secret path of infinite return, and the spear move showed

The explosive power that comes out is terrifyingly strong.

Yuko kept defending and could only defend. The Bone Wood Magic was not weak in defense, but the opponent's killer move surprised him: "Your field and your moves opened my eyes. Regardless of strength, just in terms of martial arts,

He can be called the absolute top among knights and warriors. And combined with this kind of field..."

Tognia shuttles through the realm of ice slices like a warrior, and with her superb martial arts, it is like a killing formation. As long as the person trapped in the formation is weaker, there will be no second round. What is even more terrifying is that this

The realm is not limited to Tognia's warrior posture. Her domain elves are hidden deep in the ice. Using Tognia's magician posture, they cast a steady stream of magnificent magic. This surface is one inside, one is a martial arts.

The continuous moves of Yifa complement each other and bring out the best in the field and his own abilities. Yuko believes that even with nearly infinite magic power, he cannot display his power and abilities to such perfection.

Being able to make full use of her own domain, strength and treasures, even if her strength is average, she can still win against opponents several times stronger than herself. What's more, Tognia herself has reached the upper level of the seventh level of strength, and she is not even the strongest seventh level.

Too bad. Yuko was lucky that he met her instead of Zana and the others, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

The magic form of the Ice Elf is constantly transferred on the thicknessless ice shards relying on the floating and collision of the ice shards. Its magic is constantly emerging from the territory of the ice shards, and it is ready to emerge from the ice surface. It is impossible to counterattack. In this surface and inside, the two

Above, the second Lamasu floated motionless, with three green-yellow summoning light arrays blooming around him. Among the three light arrays, the three-headed figure was the same size as the second Lamasu, but his appearance was slightly different.

Ramasu's differentiated body appears.

The main body II Lamasu showed the magical ability of "driving his followers", and the three-headed II Lamasu's huge and bloated body released a shocking thunder and pounced on the Immortal Intention Dragon.

The Immortal Dragon has always used magic to protect its master, but now it angrily fights back. The ultimate magic rages in the barrier, and the magnificent magic color blocks the sight of everyone outside the boundary.

Although the Second Lamasu used the magic of 'driving his followers' to summon the triple clone, unlike the Phantom Rock Troll, its threefold clones would not equally weaken the Second Lamasu's power, but would completely possess the same power as the Second Lamasu.

Masu has considerable fighting power. The main body is currently sitting in the master's domain, releasing the evil power of the unclean touch outwards, constantly polluting the magic and power of the master and the opponent, and contaminating the wounds that appear on the enemy.

Although the Second Lamasu is not as good at fighting and biting as the Immortal Dragon, its magical clone is just like its master, and is far better than the main body in close combat. The Immortal Dragon alone faced the three-headed and tenth-level Second Second

Lamasu's clones surrounded him, and just like the master at that time, he fell into an absolute passive trap.

The boundary of the barrier is constantly shaken by magic, and the strong color of magic inside reveals the figures of the two sides fighting from time to time.

Vallelonga Oleg lamented: "Ms. Hagrid is worthy of being a close friend of the Maharaja. I only know that she has a noble status and a lofty status, and her fighting art has reached such a high level."




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