E-class is the Weakest? My Clones are All God-level!
Chapter 226: Go! Caslantis!
Zhou Huai watched the scene before him, finding it quite amusing.
He hadn't expected this Lord of Senluo, who usually seemed unapproachable and eccentric, to have such a girlish side in front of Marshal Zhao.
It seemed these two Great Masters might have had an untold story in their youth.
A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Qingcang's wrinkled old face.
He cleared his throat, quickly changing the subject, his gaze falling upon Gandalf.
“Gandalf, come here.”
Zhou Huai, controlling Gandalf, stepped forward.
Zhao Qingcang stretched out his hand, pointing to the team already assembled on the tarmac, his voice returning to its usual steady tone.
“These are your comrades who will be going with you to Castlantis.”
He paused, a hint of pride in his voice.
“Every single one of them was once the most dazzling Prodigy in various top academies.”
“All of them are S-Class Profession users.”
“After graduation, they were secretly recruited by the military and are one of the true trump cards of our Great Xia Country.”
Zhao Qingcang's gaze sharpened as he looked at Gandalf, speaking each word clearly and forcefully.
“Now, I entrust all of them to you.”
“From this moment on, you are the captain of this small team.”
“There are only ten slots to enter the relic. At that time, you will personally select nine of the most suitable team members from among them to act with you.”
The moment his words fell.
The twenty-odd military elites moved in perfect unison, sharply bringing their legs together.
They straightened their chests and gave Gandalf a perfectly standard military salute.
“Hello, Captain!”
The loud voices converged into a single stream, their Aura like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky.
The rolling sound waves vibrated the air on the tarmac.
This was the Aura of the Great Xia military!
Zhou Huai, controlling Gandalf, also felt a surge of passion.
Without any hesitation, he returned a standard military salute to everyone.
Just then, Zhang Donglai hurried over, carrying an exquisite metal box.
He opened the box, revealing a neatly folded set of robes to everyone.
“Kid, we rushed it, but Master Chen finally finished it before you guys left.”
Zhang Donglai had a brilliant smile on his face.
“Hurry and put it on.”
Gandalf took the robes.
It was the familiar star moon set.
However, it had undergone earth-shattering changes compared to before.
Upon the originally deep blue fabric, countless intricate and mysterious silver runes were now inscribed, flowing like vast star trails.
A magical power fluctuation, several times stronger than before, emanated from it.
He didn't hesitate and immediately put on this re-forged legendary set.
Zhou Huai's mind stirred, and he immediately opened Gandalf's current attribute panel.
Name: Gandalf
Profession: SS-Class Forbidden Spell Mage
Rank: LV43 (1427101 / 25000000)
Health: 14702 / 14702
Mana: 88124 / 88124
Strength: 2588
Agility: 2150
Stamina: 1987
Mental Energy: 12580
Magic Damage: 57810
Physical Defense: 1701
Magic Resistance: 3289
As expected, it's powerful.
A wave of satisfaction surged in Zhou Huai's heart.
Just this legendary eternal sanction and this level 40 star moon set provided Gandalf with a total of five thousand points of Mental Energy bonus.
This directly allowed his base Mental Energy to successfully break ten thousand.
The power of every skill had undergone a qualitative leap.
Zhou Huai had absolute confidence that even when facing those SS-Class Prodigies of Rank 50, he would have the power to fight.
After all this was done.
Zhao Qingcang glanced at the sky and waved his hand at everyone.
“It's getting late.”
“Let's go.”
He looked at these young warriors about to embark on a distant expedition, his deep eyes filled with anticipation.
“I wish you an early triumphant return!”
Gandalf saluted Zhao Qingcang again with solemnity, his voice firm.
“Marshal Zhao, rest assured.”
“We will not fail our mission!”
The more than twenty Dragon Tooth Special Forces members behind him also shouted in unison.
“Marshal Zhao, rest assured! We will not fail our mission!”
The clear voices echoed for a long time on the spacious tarmac.
Then, everyone stepped onto the huge military airship one by one with steady strides.
Lin Zhu walked last.
Just as she was about to step onto the gangway.
Marshal Zhao beside her suddenly reached out and gently tugged her sleeve.
Lin Zhu's steps halted, and she turned her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
Zhao Qingcang looked at her, his usually stern face now bearing a hint of undetectable tenderness.
His lips moved, eventually forming only a simple instruction.
“Be careful, and come back safely.”
Lin Zhu was stunned upon hearing this.
Immediately, a faint blush, rarely seen, appeared on her wrinkled old face.
She quickly covered it up with a soft hmph.
“Hmph! So you {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} still know how to care about me?”
Zhao Qingcang was choked by her words and immediately felt a bit awkward, quickly clearing his throat and stubbornly saying.
“I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about that kid.”
“He's still young, he can't just die like this.”
Lin Zhu's face, which had just softened, instantly turned cold again.
She indifferently said “Oh,” shook off Zhao Qingcang's hand, and turned to step onto the gangway.
A light voice came from above.
“Don't worry.”
“Even if I die, I will ensure he survives safely.”
Zhao Qingcang watched the figure disappear into the cabin door, shaking his head helplessly.
Buzz—!
The engine of the huge airship roared with a low hum.
A powerful airflow erupted from beneath the hull, stirring up a sky full of dust.
The massive steel beast slowly detached from the ground and steadily ascended.
It circled above the tarmac for a moment, as if saying a final farewell.
Then, the hull suddenly vibrated, transforming into a silver stream of light that broke through the clouds, speeding towards the endless azure sky in the east.
Zhao Qingcang and Zhang Donglai stood side by side, looking up, gazing for a long time at the speck of light disappearing into the horizon.
Until the light completely vanished.
Zhang Donglai, standing next to him, chuckled playfully:
“Hehe.”
“Marshal, you clearly care so much about Principal Lin, why do you always beat around the bush?”
“If you had been more straightforward back then, perhaps you'd have a child as old as me by now.”
Zhao Qingcang retorted irritably: “Got bold, have you? You're even daring to criticize me now!”
“Go do what you need to do, stop bothering me here!”