infodatos Chapter 198 With you here, I won't die
Chapter 198 With you here, I won't die
Chapter 198 With you here, I won't die
"Huff huff huff~~~"
Ai Jiangtu, who was locked in combat with the Poisonous Golden Mummy, suddenly stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound of wind in his ear.
Immediately afterwards, gusts of black wind that felt extremely familiar to him blew aimlessly through the air.
At this moment, all other elements seemed to be driven away, leaving only endless gales!
"This is... the captain's domain!" Ai Jiangtu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although the Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander didn't understand why its opponent had suddenly stopped fighting, it knew with its intelligence that this was a good opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
"Ugh~~~"
A sly glint flashed in its eyes, and it let out a sharp cry as it charged toward Ai Jiangtu at incredible speed.
Ai Jiangtu stood silently in the void, seemingly completely ignoring the existence of the Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander.
However, just as the Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander was about to reach Ai Jiangtu, a mysterious black figure suddenly appeared behind it.
The figure appeared silently like a ghost, holding a long, black scythe in its hand.
The shadowy figure moved slightly, and the scythe swung gently, the movement light and elegant, as if performing a dance of death.
The Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander was completely unaware of the approaching danger; all its attention was focused on Ai Jiangtu in front of it.
However, by the time it felt a chill creeping up from behind, it was too late.
The scythe's blade silently approached the Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander's throat, like the touch of death itself.
"Rip~~~"
A soft tearing sound rang out as the fragile neck was easily severed by the sickle, and blood gushed out, forming a scarlet line.
Not long after, the Three-Eyed Poison Gold Commander, whose Undead Crystal had been destroyed, collapsed helplessly to the ground.
The whole process happened so quickly and silently that it was almost impossible to react.
The black figure wielding the scythe vanished into the darkness once more, as if it had never existed.
Ai Jiangtu's expression was somewhat solemn at this moment. He knew that the captain was going to make a move, but he never expected that it would be such a strange move.
What exactly is that ghostly figure wielding a scythe?
After doing all this, Hua Yu calmly withdrew his Wind Blade Domain.
He expressed his satisfaction with the additional wind scythe effect of Demon Wind Thousand Blades.
"field!"
The group was no ordinary people either. They recognized Hua Yu when he released his Thousand Blade Domain, and they were all shocked.
In the team, besides Mu Ningxue, Hua Yu has now also demonstrated his domain abilities.
A high-level mage is a completely different person in battle depending on whether they have a domain or not.
So it's a lie to say you're not envious!
"Old Hua, your wind-type soul seed must be of a pretty high level, right?" Zhao Manyan asked curiously.
Throughout the journey, he and Nan Rongni were the most relaxed among the group.
Unfortunately, Zhao Manyan was not very effective against those poisonous golden mummies.
But Hua Yu wouldn't say anything about him slacking off, since there would be a time when he would act as a human shield.
I wonder if the blades in the hands of those vicious sword assassins are sharp enough to break through his tortoise shell.
"You, Young Master Zhao, do you still need a soul seed with a domain?" Hua Yu glanced at Zhao Manyan with a half-smile.
He didn't know about the other members of the team, but Zhao Manyan definitely had a soul seed with a domain.
After all, for Zhao Manyan, things that can be settled with money are far simpler than improving his cultivation level.
Anyway, we have to buy the Soul Seeds eventually. Whether or not there's a domain difference, it's just a matter of a few hundred million more.
It's all small change!
"Uh," Zhao Manyan smiled awkwardly, but didn't explain anything.
Who in the team doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeve?
After Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu returned to the team, Hua Yu led the team to withdraw.
If they went any further, they would deviate from the main group's direction of travel, and at that point, they would be completely separated from the main group.
You can, but it's not necessary!
Hua Yu chose to go back and slack off with the main group.
At this time, the initial shape of the temporary camp had been built on the high slope.
As Fenner looked at the National Team members returning to their ranks, he was about to offer a few symbolic words of praise when he suddenly saw a signal flare coming from ahead.
SOS signal!
"Whose team is that?" Fenner asked.
"Advisor, it's Wankos's army that's trapped. They must have encountered the Wraith Swordsmen. We must send reinforcements," said Southern Commander Rovar with a serious expression.
The area where the Vicious Sword Death Servants operate is on this high slope. Even if a temporary camp is built without eliminating them, it won't be of much use and will be destroyed sooner or later.
Staff Officer Fenner fell silent.
After a long while, she finally turned her gaze to Hua Yu and the others in front of her, and said in a somewhat low voice, "Could you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Hua Yu interrupted her.
"No need to say anything, let's go, but what about the training rewards?"
"If you succeed, I, Fenner, will personally allocate another 200 million in resources as a reward for you."
"Deal." Hua Yu smiled slightly.
As a master hunter, I naturally know the market situation.
Two hundred million, in conjunction with the Egyptian army's killing of forty Wraith Sword Death Servants, is a fair price.
Of course, Hua Yu told everyone that the two hundred million would not be divided equally, but would be allocated reasonably according to everyone's performance.
"Walk!"
Upon hearing that there was money to be made, Mo Fan was more excited than anyone else and was about to rush forward.
But after taking three or five steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and went back to the group, dragging a golden retriever with him before setting off again.
"Holy crap! Mo Fan, let go of me! That's the damn Li Jian Death Servants! You have no idea how valuable these guys are!"
"I don't understand, but I know that with you here, I won't die!"
During their argument, the two best buddies broke away from the group and headed towards the location of the Vankos Legion.
As it turns out, no matter how loudly one shouts beforehand, when danger comes, the tortoise shell always brings a strong sense of security.
The Deadpool of the Wrathful Sword moved with graceful movements, and the dark blade in his hand was extremely sharp.
Even so, Zhao Manyan screamed as he withstood the attacks of seven or eight Vicious Sword Death Servants.
"You bastard, hurry up, I can't hold on much longer." Zhao Manyan's face gradually turned pale.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Mo Fan shouted.
"Thunder Fist!"
Seeing that his opponent was using a sword, Mo Fan simply used his fists instead. He imbued his fists with the power of lightning and then gave them a very chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur) name.
Although the name is a bit childish, the power of the electric arc is indeed strong.
Punch to the flesh!
"Sizzle sizzle~~~"
The dark sword light was swallowed up by the purplish-black lightning!
With each strike, Mo Fan sent flying a vicious sword-wielding assassin who struck fear into the hearts of the Egyptian army.
There were only about forty Wraith Swordsmen in this area to begin with, and the Vankos Legion only managed to kill a dozen or so after expending a large number of soldiers.
Now that Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan have arrived, they have easily taken care of seven or eight of them.
Seeing this, Wankos was completely impressed by the young members of the National Team.
So strong!
Soon, the whole situation turned around.
Even without Hua Yu and the others taking action, the high-spirited Vankos Legion, together with Mo Fan and his companion, dealt with the remaining Li Jian Death Servants.
Everyone seemed to have gotten used to it.
Mo Fan was like a madman when it came to money.
How should those two hundred million be allocated?
What's the point of assigning anything here?!
(End of this chapter)