The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

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No hesitation, no thinking, just obeying his clearest feeling, drawing his sword, and slashing.

Pouch!

There was no earth-shattering sound, and there was no terrifying momentum.

In the void, there was just a sound like a bubble breaking.

It couldn't be weaker.

However, upon hearing this voice, Leonard, Tropp, and Master Mitchellson on the side heard this, but their expressions changed involuntarily.

In the next moment, the light screen glowing with pure white light seemed to have received some major impact, and it was covered with dense cobweb cracks.

And not only that, the crack is still spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed, endlessly.

Within the Light Cube, the world beside Alan seemed to be shattered and began to blur.

Endless fine void cracks appeared beside Allen, like a messy wire mesh, wrapping Allen in it.

The terrifying and violent space turbulence is flourishing, erupting, spewing out from those narrow cracks, roaring recklessly in the material world.

This level of power can almost destroy all defenses under the gold.

Even if it is a silver tier magic equipment, it is just a few breaths that will turn into fly ash.

But at this moment, Allen stood in the storm, motionless, as stable as a mountain, unaffected by the slightest influence.

Stand upright, as tall as loose.

The indifferent shining brilliance circulated beside Allen, making Allen's figure more ethereal and agile, as if he might return by the wind at any time.

It's as if Alan and this storm are in two dimensions, not here, not in this world.

However, at this time, no one could pay attention to Allen's extraordinary demeanor.

Because, Master Mitchelson, who was originally a bystander, are busy adding to the circle to prevent the circle from breaking.

After all, if it gets to that point, it's not just a matter of Master Mitchellson losing face.

Because Tropp can be sure that the other party is not a person who accounts for such things.

But if the damage is really caused by the broken circle, then whether it is the damage of the equipment or the loss of data, it is extremely troublesome.

It is precisely because of these factors that Master Mitchellson is now fully adjusting the operation of the magic circle and continuously enhancing the defense of the magic circle.

And Leonard was also very eye-catching actively casting spells at this time, and once again shrouded a defensive array outside the Light Cube.

But Tropp is a bit unremarkable.

Because he is a combatant, his role at this moment is not as good as a spellcaster like Leonard.

Even if the opponent is a Necromancer who specializes in flesh and blood souls.

So Tlop is mainly playing for the two at this time, so that they can focus more on coping with the immediate troubles.

Alan, who was in the circle, knew that he had stabbed Lou Zi, and his expression was a little nervous.

But helplessly, at this time, he has no choice at all.

Although, he preserved himself flawlessly, so that he did not hurt himself by the "big bang" in such a confined space.

But the problem is that he can only do this.

It cannot effectively alleviate the current severe situation, nor can it stop the power that has begun to erupt.

The reason why Allen was able to stand tall in the storm but immaculately dusty was simple.

Because he is really not in this dimension.

Alan’s current situation is correct at this time using a sentence from a novel he has read in his previous life, "Not here, no longer on the other side."

At this moment, Alan himself had indeed faintly separated from the dimension of the material world, half-stepping into the void.

However, he did not go in completely.

Because the risk in the void is not something that a silver rank can bear.

Not to mention, this silver tier is still an incomplete silver.

Therefore, Allen is very clever to unite the sword and transform into a sword, breaking through the barrier of the material world and entering the fuzzy buffer zone between the void and the material world.

In this way, Alan will neither be harmed by the spatial turbulence and mana storm rushing from the void into the material world, nor will he fall into the void and get lost, fall into the unknown, or directly Bone to pieces.

Allen's operations are both conceptually and operationally ingenious to the extreme.

But the problem is that he can only do this.

If you want to do something else, you really feel powerless.

Fortunately, the situation has not developed to the point he least wants.

After about a few minutes, the magic storm and void turbulence in the Light Cube had ceased.

Those densely packed void cracks that can almost cause intensive phobia have also disappeared under the self-repairing ability of the space.

The light cube at this time is covered with incomparable traces of cracks, which are extremely deep and extremely long.

It has been inflated several times, as if being blown into a balloon, with a frighteningly huge.

As if it might burst open at any time.

Bang!

Just when Allen thought of this, a sudden explosion sounded in this empty room, shocking Allen and the others could not help but be clever.

However, the next moment, when they came back to their senses, they discovered that this sound was not made by this light standing array that seemed to burst at any time.

In the corner, the mana spar placed in the mana base point for energy supply suddenly exploded, turned into fine dust, and was scattered in the wind.

However, this is just the beginning.

It's as if a switch is turned on.

Next, the sound of continuous explosions rang through the ears, and the sound was dull, like a thunderous agitation.

On the ground law formation, in the always remote corners, the mana spar used for energy suddenly shattered and turned into dust.

For a while, the room is silent, and the needle falls can be heard.

Leonard dropped his head in embarrassment, preparing to pretend that he didn't know anything.

The corners of Tropp's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but lift his head up and his forehead was speechless.

Master Mitchellson glanced at the platform at Allen's feet, which seemed to have been reduced to ruins after being bombarded by artillery. He moved his eyes up and then took a deep look at Allen. Finally, he sighed with unknown meaning.

"Come down."

Master Mitchellson turned around, manipulated the machine for a while, and said to Allen.

The light cube that was propped up by the brute force suddenly shattered and turned into mottled brilliance, floating in the air.

Allen lowered his head slightly, and walked towards Master Mitchellson a little embarrassed.

"I still underestimate you!"

Master Mitchellson looked up at Alan for a long time before saying so.

"Sorry, Master Mitchellson." Allen bowed and thought for a while before spitting out such a sentence.

He did not know what to say.

Originally, they were here to ask for help, but they almost broke into a catastrophe.

To be honest, Master Mitchellson didn't think it was considered good if they came to hit the field.

At this moment, for Master Mitchellson, Allen really feels shameless.

"Okay, you are not to blame, after all, you have reminded me." Master Mitchellson waved, interrupting Allen's intention to reply, "Of course, don't blame me."

"After all, I am fully prepared as well as I can."

"It can only be said that your situation exceeded all of our expectations, so this accident occurred."

Having said that, Master Mitchellson looked at Alan, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked a little curiously.

"Alan, did your kid really not have a standard for your destructive power limit?"

Allen also seemed to choke a little speechlessly, was silent for a moment, and replied: "No."

To be honest, after burning everything in the city of Dilno and breaking the mirror world with a knife, Allen has been a little vague about his combat power.

This kind of vagueness is not about being unclear about oneself.

To be honest, Allen is still very clear about his grasp.

With the strong spiritual will and the blessing of the spiritual realm, he can easily master the individual named [Allen], and exert 100% or even 120% of the combat effectiveness.

But the problem is, because Allen himself is a non-silver body to control an alien that surpasses the silver combat power.

Therefore, he is not clear about the limits of his own combat power, nor has he found a suitable target.

The silver rank is not qualified, but it is impossible for a figure of the golden rank to mess around with Allen.

So so far, it is indeed a mystery to which level Allen's own combat effectiveness has reached.

"Well, you kid is a little monster."

For Allen's answer, Master Mitchellson couldn't help but grow his lips and his eyes widened to express surprise. In the end, such a sentence came out from between the teeth.

"Allen, come here." Master Mitchellson greeted Allen, motioning him to walk next to him.

Then, it seemed that after seeing Tropp and Leonard who were looking here by accident, Master Mitchellson also said by the way. "Come on both of you."

"Thank you Master Mitchellson."

Upon seeing this, Allen and all three were grateful to Master Mitchellson.

"Come here and take a look." Master Mitchellson didn't care much about the gratitude of the Allen trio. He just pointed to the light screen beside him excitedly, and motioned them to carefully observe the data and models on it.

But it is a pity that his winks are destined to be cast to the blind.

Among these three people, except for the rank Necromancer Leonard who can understand some, the other two have all seven or six orifices, and they don't know anything about it.

"What are you guys?"

Alan and Tropp shook their heads honestly, and did not conceal their scumbag nature.

To be honest, the knowledge and experience of Alan and Tropp are not scumbags at school. Compared with most people, they can be regarded as rich and knowledgeable.

But the problem is that in terms of their knowledge, compared with the mage who is excited about "knowledge is power", they are still far behind.

In the face of this elite profession where only geniuses are qualified to change jobs, it is not incomprehensible that they are called scumbags.

"Is this the energy level and destructive index of Allen's previous cut?"

Leonard looked at it for a while, and said hesitantly.

Although the mages are all polymaths, they also specialize in the art industry.

These instruments of Master Mitchellson, whether in terms of manufacturing or displayed data, are closer to the fields of alchemy, magic machinery, and extraordinary casting. These are the areas that Leonard rarely covers.

It was because of Leonard's extensive knowledge that he could see these things.

But that's the case, Leonard still uses a somewhat uncertain tone.

Because this is far from his professionalism.

"Yes." However, Master Mitchellson still affirmed Leonard's words.

"Judging from these data, the energy that Allen's previous knife had gathered was not strong."

"It's just that, in a wonderful way, Allen has allowed these energies to exert destructive power far beyond the limit."

For this, Allen did not choose to deny, but nodded affirmatively.

Even he took the initiative to speak out the mystery.

"When my long-knife skill has improved to a certain level, I have a new understanding of this world and all things in this world."

"I can perceive the rhythm of heaven and earth, the breath of steel, the rhythm of life..."

"The ocean, the land, and the sky are all moving and active in a wonderful rhythm in my eyes."

"They are not dead, but have their own breath."

"Because of this, when I choose Shuntian to respond to people, my sword is not only a human sword, but also a heavenly sword."

Seeing the three curious eyes, Allen continued to explain the principle.

"When I can grasp the rhythm of all things, if I choose to conform to them and conform to them, they will become my help."

"But when I want to destroy them, it's easy, because I can use this peculiar perspective to find their weaknesses ~www.readwn.com~ to make faster and more efficient destruction."

Allen said this with his own considerations.

As a result, the current world is still beginning to change, the golden rank has appeared, and silver is no longer the limit.

Then there will always be someone who has reached the master level in terms of skills, that is, the point that matches the gold.

In other words, this remote knowledge will eventually be exposed.

That being the case, a little bit earlier and a little bit later, there is not much difference.

If you are a little bit earlier, you can still give some warnings and reminders to the people on your side, so why not?

Secondly, some things know that it is one thing, but it is another thing to do it.

Not to mention just telling the three people in front of you, it is the news that spread out immediately, how many people can improve their skills to master level in a short time?

Except for a few exceptional characters, those who want to upgrade their skills to master level are all golden powerhouses.

As far as the current situation is concerned, although there are many gold powerhouses in the world, there are definitely not many.

In a short period of time, it is not easy for them to upgrade their skills to master level.

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