Chapter 988

Anthony never felt that he would be trapped here. The Master is omnipotent; this is his most pious faith in Ang.

Even if Ang couldn't bring his body away from here, he could protect his soul and leave safely.

Because when the God's mouthpiece (crossed out) God's translator, Lord Nai Ge, spoke, Ang did not react. No reaction equals agreement, so Ang must have a way to take him away.

However, even if he took a step back, even if his soul and body were destroyed, the loss would only be a projection, so Anthony was full of confidence, preparing to try the methods of leaving one by one, from easy to difficult.

The simplest is the transmission array, failure. Next is to walk grid by grid according to the formula calculated by Lord Nai Ge, success. It's just that he didn't expect there to be guards here.

From the moment Samus threw the magic spirit long sword, Anthony knew there was no way to go from easy to difficult, so he immediately skipped the simple method and shouted in his heart: "Master, save me."

Ang's voice sounded from his consciousness: "Transmission scroll."

Anthony immediately tore open the transmission scroll. Although using a transmission scroll here would very likely tear him into seventeen or eighteen pieces, based on his trust in Ang, he did it without hesitation.

That magic spirit long sword immediately shot over like lightning, but in the next moment, it stagnated in front of Anthony, only inching forward at an extremely slow speed—spatial stagnation.

This is a weakened version of spatial solidification. It cannot solidify space, but it can stabilize shattered space. Didn't they say space was unstable so it couldn't be transmitted? Now that space is stable, it can be transmitted.

A strong light flashed, and Anthony and the magic spirit long sword disappeared together.

Transmitted to the other end, the spatial lag disappeared, and the magic spirit long sword trembled violently, struggling to thrust forward, but just as it moved, a large hand covered with dragon scales had already firmly pinched the hilt.

The difficulty of spatial lag is still very high, especially when remote power projection is needed. Ang also needs to transform into a Dragon God to complete it.

"Good fellow, you ran away, and you even fished out someone else's sword," Lord Nai Ge couldn't help but say.

"Almost got slashed, I have to fish out some compensation. This is a magic spirit long sword, the magic spirit's consciousness is very strong," Anthony said.

Clang—when mentioning that the consciousness was very strong, the magic spirit long sword trembled violently, shaking its sword body and emitting a sound of gold and iron, seemingly struggling to break free from Ang's hand.

At the same time, a powerful consciousness also roared out from the sword, roaring toward Ang's soul.

It's just that after the consciousness attack, the sword's consciousness emitted a puzzled emotion, because Ang had no reaction at all.

Whether it was the long sword slipping from his hand or the magic spirit's consciousness backlashing, it was all normal, but having no reaction was very abnormal.

Are you a dead person? Give some reaction, okay?

Seriously, the long sword magic spirit's consciousness is very powerful, absolutely not inferior to the Mourning Soul, but it chose the most impossible target to shake. Ang had no reaction at all, directly stepping it on the ground and pulling hard.

The sword body was stepped on, sticking to the ground, and pulling it out made a rustling sound, which was very creepy.

Pulling half the distance of the sword body, Ang pushed forward hard again. Between pushing and pulling, the long sword magic spirit could no longer endure and screamed sharply: "Dull, dull, don't grind! What are you doing!?"

"Eh? You can talk?" Lord Nai Ge was wondering what Ang was doing and hadn't had time to ask, but the answer appeared. This magic spirit could actually talk. It was clanging just now, what was it pretending for?

"Of course I can talk. I am the invincible magic sword spirit. How could I not talk? My intelligence is higher than yours, you stupid dragon!" the long sword magic spirit cursed frantically.

Lord Nai Ge sneered: "Invincible? You couldn't slash the Goddess of Dawn."

"I... that's crystal wall, crystal wall, don't you understand crystal wall? Isn't it normal that I couldn't slash it? You stupid dragon, stand still and don't move, let me slash and see if I can slash it," the long sword magic spirit roared frantically.

Lord Nai Ge smiled and pointed his little claws at Anthony: "You couldn't slash the Goddess of Dawn, and you can't slash him either."

"I... I... I..." The long sword magic spirit stammered a few times and never stammered anything out. There weren't many things it couldn't slash. One was the Wall of Dawn, and the other was spatial skills. Encountering both at the same time, one could only say that the Goddess of Misfortune went home with it.

Seeing that it couldn't speak, Lord Nai Ge continued to stimulate it: "Can you calculate the transformation sequence of the Endless Cage? I can, you are stupider than me."

"You..." The words just cursed were slapped back on its head by someone else. That feeling was simply too uncomfortable.

Lord Nai Ge continued: "You are afraid of being dull, right? The sword edge is most afraid of sand. Later I will go and move a bag of sand, and repeatedly insert you into the sandbag, insert it tens of thousands of times..."

"Ah ah ah, damn Yellow Dragon, I'll slash you to death!!" the long sword magic spirit roared frantically, the whole sword body trembling, the sword tip tearing the air in the trembling, then tearing space, cutting out spatial cracks.

Ang tilted his head, reached out and took out a piece of black crystal, and threw it at the sword tip. Clang! The black crystal was actually shredded into seven or eight pieces.

"Hiss—" Anthony and Lord Nai Ge gasped in unison.

Because it couldn't slash Dawn, and when slashing Anthony it was caught by Ang, it didn't show its destructive power, so everyone didn't have a visual understanding of the power of this long sword, feeling it was just a sword that loved to go crazy.

However, the shattering of the black crystal made everyone instantly realize the power of the magic spirit long sword. Although there was no chaos power in it, this was black crystal, and it was actually shredded?

Everyone was shocked by the power of the long sword, only Ang happily threw black crystals at the sword tip, one after another, and soon shredded a pile of finger-sized black crystals on the ground.

Black crystal is very difficult to process. Except for crystal plating, it is very difficult for Ang to change the size of black crystal by other methods.

The vast majority of black crystals are the size of a fist and are not very practical. To convert them into chaotic black crystals requires too much chaos power.

Now it's good, shredded into finger-sized black crystals, the uses are many.

After shredding a dozen or so, the magic spirit long sword stopped, and a strong resentment permeated from the long sword: "I am not a tool..."

The long sword's magic spirit had been driven to the point of having no temper. Although the resentment was strong, it was weak and powerless.

The sword tip no longer trembled, there were no cracks cutting space, so it couldn't shred black crystal. Ang threw black crystal at its sword tip again, and it would only be bounced to the side.

Ang shook the hilt hard, the sword body swayed, but there was no effect. The magic spirit made up its mind, even if they took it to insert into sand, it wouldn't move.

Ang thought about it, took out a large bucket of black crystals, and then shook the long sword hard. Ang shook very fast, shaking and shaking, and dragon scales appeared on his body again—time acceleration.

Ang's time acceleration only acted on his body, which caused the speed at which he shook the hilt to multiply several times. He really shook out the frequency of the magic spirit long sword, and space was torn out of spatial cracks by the sword tip again.

Strong fear surged into the magic spirit's heart: "You... you don't want to insert me into that bucket of black crystals, right? Let's talk things over, I'll cooperate, one by one, okay? You let me do whatever, I surrender, surrender!"

Inserting a high-speed vibrating metal object into a bucket of hard crystals, isn't that just throwing it into a vibrating polishing bucket? This isn't wanting it to be dull, this is wanting to polish it.