[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

Kurollo expressed regret for not being able to steal the skill that was unsightly but in line with their philosophy, and that his military division failed to collect more information about Celegorm.

"According to this, his endurance is quite good." Kuroro turned the book in his hand to the next page, looked up at the knight, and frowned, "Go and practice with Wo Jin, tomorrow may not be It's going to be fine."

It's useless to practice now, the knight wrinkled his face, glanced at Kuroro who bowed his head, and cursed Kuroro's vision loss maliciously in his heart, and then let go of his feet and went out to find Wojin who was venting his anger outside.

It's getting dark, and it's much better to act at night than during the day.

Kuroro looked at the evening sky, with joy and a little gloom in his dark eyes.

He has been running the Ninth District for a while, except for a few annoying grasshoppers who are still jumping around, most of them have chosen to surrender to him.

However, once they leave, the people in the Ninth District will definitely rebel.

After confirming that he would leave, he notified several people—either puppets or loyalists.

It won't be long before he leaves that the vacant Ninth District Chief will be replaced by someone he has arranged in the latter districts.

Even if they leave, there is no reason to give away their old nest. God knows if they will come back?

Although he can't clearly understand the involvement of the Elders' Association with external forces, he still knows a lot about the most basic collusion.

The mainstream of the outside world is definitely not like Meteor Street. Normal people are all dead, and the survivors are a group of villains.In this case, as long as you can suppress a few noisy ones, it is probably not difficult to hide in the crowd to survive the dangerous period.

Even if it does appear, as Pariston said, Celegon can provide them with a lot of things - even if Celegon can't, the "predecessor" in Paristone's mouth is also possible.

The black-haired young leader rubbed the center of his brows, paused when he touched the rough bandage covering his forehead, and let out a soft breath.

Pariston is already on his way to the Council of Elders. The intelligence from the eighth district indicates that the airship is unguarded. Even this small private airship is equipped with attack equipment. It needs to be disarmed when entering and leaving the core area of ​​the Council of Elders. Of course, Ristone couldn't drive the airship there.

And just in case, he also took the driver away.

The head of the eighth district would definitely not dare to touch the airship, not to mention whether there was a pilot, if there was any movement in the airship, the Council of Elders and Pariston would definitely be the first to attack him.

Meteor Street can count the number of people who can fly airships on one hand, and there are even many people who are unfamiliar with the word "airship".

But it won't be strange soon, Kuroro rested his chin, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked around at his companion standing in the hall looking at him.

After Xia Chuan came back here yesterday, the news that the District Chief of the eighth district had ulterior motives in hoarding food in private got out from him—it should have been on the round table of the Elders Council by now.

Arrived faster than Pariston.

It wasn't just the Phantom Brigade that started to act after dark, but also the purge team under the Elders' Council.

The mayor of the eighth district is very good at pleasing the elders, but he never thought about why Meteor Street has never had a district mayor who has been in the same district for more than three years.

because of them……

They were all eaten by the Council of Elders.

Kuroro squinted, stood up, and looked at the house opposite the broken window.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and hooked his lips to his members: "The outside world is ready to welcome us, let's go out and make a big fuss!"

Seeing the excited spiders, Kuroro walked to the door first.

The evening sunset in the desert is still a bit scorching, but there is already a hint of coolness in the wind.

The leader at the gate is bathed in the setting sun.He who belongs to the darkness looks a little dazzling at this time.

"Our allies are waiting for us, come on." He turned his head, his smile against the light was a little blurred.

This is the head of the spider, the head of the Phantom Troupe.

Chrollo Russell.

……

Xia Chuan picked up the black doll lying on his arm and put it on his head, then turned and went out the door.

He can't praise Kuroro's character, but his ability is indeed worthy of recognition.

Once he decides to leave, he will definitely arrange everything - including the future retreat.

Thinking of this, Xia Chuan paused strangely.

retreat...

He blinked, always feeling that these two words would be very bad for him, such as being thrown out as a dead ghost... or something.

Well, if that happened, he didn't think Pariston would help him.

Xia Chuan was thinking, and stopped at the gate of the base of the Phantom Brigade.

At this point, there is no turning back. This person who is not familiar with the place, and the only person he probably knows is still a scum who is keen on playing tricks and playing power.

Compared with Pariston, it is more reliable to count on Kuroro's meticulous methods and layout.

In any case, he and the Phantom Troupe are also grasshoppers on the same rope—at least for the time being.

The boys and girls came out of the dilapidated house with excited expressions.

The young leader walked at the forefront, smiling at his allies waiting for them: "Let's go."

Xia Chuan sullenly, nodding his head expressionlessly, paused his gaze on the map, recovered his senses and followed Kuroro to the eighth district.

He was surrounded, closely monitored and protected - Xia Chuan was more inclined to the idea of ​​Kuroro preventing it from escaping.

A dozen or so white dots moved extremely fast on the map.

White dot.

The system did not default them as teammates, and the invitation to form a team he sent was also silent.

The virtual world system has always been acquiescing to team up with mission-related NPCs, and Xia Chuan gave up after thinking for a long time.

He didn't want to know and was too lazy to explore. He couldn't ask the customer service now. Even if he did, the other party's answer would definitely make him, an ordinary player, vomit three liters of blood.

He never does self-harm.

And what they are concerned about is the white dot that has been dotting their backs far away.

Neither far nor near, always maintain that distance, follow far away.

It won't suddenly turn red ==#.

They stayed at the edge of District Eight for a while, waiting until it got dark.

The eighth district is in a state of blockade, and it is quieter at night than other districts, and even the killing and fighting are much less.

Only tonight is an exception.

At night, a lot of black shadows sprang up from the periphery of the eighth district, blended into the night and sneaked in, including Kuluoluoxiachuan and his party.

When passing the blockade post, Kuroro let out a few night owl cries from his throat, and the post was let go.

Xia Chuan watched the red dots gathered in front disappear one by one, and went to the square where the airship was parked with the Phantom Troupe.

The white dot he was very concerned about also followed - including when passing the sentry.

... The other party seems to have killed the sentry and rushed over.Xia Chuan blinked, looked away, and leaned into the corner of the wall next to Kuroro, holding his breath.

A black shadow rushed past them, leaped into the central area.

The airship was not far from them.

The hatch was closed, and Xia Chuan then remembered that he seemed to need a key or something... something.He looked at Kuroro with a very pure and innocent expression.

"..." Kuroro also returned a pure smile, and put a control button on his hand.

Still being thoughtful, Xia Chuan used his night vision ability to study the control button for a while, patted Kurolo, and entered the invisible state.

The eyes of the spider head flickered, and the spiders hiding in the corners of the place were a little ready to move.

Few people light up lights on Meteor Street at night, which also adds a little convenience to Xia Chuan's actions.

In the deep night, the door of the very low-key dark green airship quietly opened a small crack.

Xia Chuan looked around, clung to the railing, swayed twice, and turned his waist through the crack of the door.

Sure enough, Pariston still stayed behind in the airship.

Xia Chuan cleared away the two red names who came to investigate, checked the map and found no more red names, and walked into the control room.

A dozen members of the Phantom Troupe also got in 2 minutes after him.

The hatch was slowly closed again in the darkness of night.

"How long does it take to start up?" Ku Luoluo leaned on the edge of the console emitting a faint light, looking at the deep night outside and the hidden killing atmosphere, he tilted his head and asked Xia Chuan, who had flying fingers.

Xia Chuan snorted for a while, set the final switch, sat in the driver's seat, and held the master switch.

"It can be started, but I think someone needs to block the door of the hatch—or do you mind if I bombard the center of the eighth district with shells?" Xia Chuan asked very seriously.

The people in the eighth district were slaughtered together with the purge team of the elders, so that he could gain a lot of experience.

"I mind." Kuroro squinted his eyes as he watched the black doll protrude from Xia Chuan's hair.

From an emotional point of view, he really wanted to kill the head of the eighth district and give the elders a big mouth by the way, but his reason told him that he couldn't get too rigid with the elders.

Meteor Street is my hometown, no matter what I do, I can't destroy my hometown, right?

They left and would come back sooner or later.

Xia Chuan shrugged, opened the hatch, and looked at Franklin—a member of Kuroro's regiment standing at the door, blocking the hatch with his burly body.

Did he want to use his body to block the enemy's gunfire and swords... Xia Chuan looked at it for a while, and then pulled the switch under Kuroro's gaze.

The propeller above the airship started to work, which immediately attracted the attention of the lurking purge team and the residents of the eighth district.

Franklin's finger snapped off suddenly, revealing a grim gun hole—green energy was gathering towards his index finger.

Losing ten fingers for the sake of reading ability... This sacrifice is a bit big.

Xia Chuan withdrew his gaze, put on his earphones, listened carefully to the information reported by the airship's detection system, and adjusted the instruments on the airship automatically and spontaneously.

"Ready to take off."

"Ten seconds countdown, ten, nine, eight... three, two, one."

"The flight system is activated."

"Ten meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters from the ground..."

"Achieved the preset altitude of 900 meters and entered the stage of stable flight."

"Enter the preset route."

"Enter semi-autonomous driving."

Xia Chuan's hand that kept adjusting the machine finally stopped, his eyes stared at the value changes on the screen for a while, he retracted his gaze, and took off the earphones.

The main task of Chaos Book should take effect after leaving the range of Meteor Street.

Xia Chuan reached out and touched the doll on the back of his neck, glanced at Kuroro sitting on the side seat with closed eyes and Pike who was standing next to him, and checked his condition.

Close to an upgrade.

Once upgraded, this Debuff will be cleared by the system. Kuroro will definitely know about this situation, and there will definitely be new tricks coming out by then.

But he didn't have time to mess with him.

He didn't have time to be with this group of guys and tell them the common sense of life in the outside world.Even if he had time, he himself didn't know much about this dungeon.

Xia Chuan pursed his lips and opened his backpack to search for it.

He remembered that there was a teleportation scroll that could be teleported directly to the coordinates of self-location.

If it is used with the tracking scroll obtained from the previous mission, it is completely possible to send him to Jin's side.

"Well, it looks like it's connected."

Xia Chuan, who was flipping through his backpack, was startled by the voice coming from the airship's loudspeaker, froze for a moment, and immediately adjusted the broadcast.

The voice is Paristone.

Damn it!The radio switch is locked!

Xia Chuan gritted his teeth, opened the map and calculated the speed and the time needed to produce the book. He couldn't toss around for so long, but he ran away without getting the reward.Thinking of this, he looked gloomyly at the broadcast speaker diagonally above.

Another minute and a half.

not much.

"Everyone in the Phantom Troupe, and Nord." Pariston said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will decorate something on the airship?"

Xia Chuan retracted his gaze, and handed the microphone not far from the console to Kuroro.

"Just kidding, how could I install such a dangerous thing on my airship."

Xia Chuan: "...==+"

"However, is it really okay to cooperate with the alliance without knowing its purpose?" Pariston was full of teasing, and Xia Chuan could almost imagine the slack on his face.

Maybe it was really a good idea to leave him on Meteor Street, preferably dead in there or trapped forever.

Kuroro glanced at Xia Chuan, who was expressionless and calm, and raised his eyebrows with interest: "I would like to hear more about it."

It turned out that the real name was not only a lie to them, but even Palliston didn't know it. Thinking of this, Kuroro became more interested in Xia Chuan.

"Hmm..." Pariston delayed for a while, then changed the topic: "Leaving me alone on Meteor Street, Nord is really cruel."

"Aren't you afraid that you don't know how to explain to Mr. Jin?"

Xia Chuan glanced at Kuroro who seemed to be very perceptive, then glanced at the map, and squinted: "My life is more precious than your gold."

A chuckle came from the radio, "Mr. Jin's valued people are naturally more precious than a weak person like me."

"After all, the ring on your hand, Nord, is much more expensive than my life."

Kuroro's gaze fell on the two rings on Xia Chuan's hand, and he rested his chin in thought.

"How to say, those are all rings that can replicate the ability of reading..."

Instance (Chaos): Meteor Street

Trigger the main task: Behavior (100%).

Mission Tip: Assist the Phantom Troupe to leave Meteor Street.

Mission completion: 100%.

Task completion rewards: EXP5,000,000, copy movement scroll X5, Jedi escape scroll X2, Rebirth Reverse Cross X1, Chaos Pendant X1, Killing Ring X1.

Player Xiachuan Morning Dew's level has been raised to 39.

The cool and soft touch lying on the back of the neck disappeared, and Kuroro suddenly looked up at him as if feeling something, his eyes were sharp and sinister.

Xia Chuan has exceeded Kuroro's expectations too many times.

"Fei Tan! Catch him!" The thief's Ultimate Intent flipped through the pages, stopping at the night of "a puppet with a soul", and the imprint of restriction had indeed disappeared.

Before Kuroro could finish his sentence, Xia Chuan glanced at the backpack, quickly grasped the moving scroll of the copy, and clicked OK.

Player Xia Chuan Chaolu enters the exploration dungeon (elite level) Kukulu Mountain.