Let you spend money to collect beautiful slave girls?

It was rare for the president and vice president of the Adventurer's Guild to get together.

Gart Quinn glanced at Reiner, who was smiling, "I know you are optimistic about that boy named Ray, but there is no need to be so happy."

"Three minutes." Reiner said excitedly, "At this speed, I don't need to look to know who it is. Only the guy who just became a high-level magician can do it."

Gart sighed, "He is really powerful. I am afraid that only people with such exaggerated strength can appear in the mythological era. However, you have to know that the Saint level is a watershed, and many people may never cross this level."

"He can do it."

Reiner asserted.

The boy was different from anyone he had ever seen before, as if everything was nothing in front of him.

He was a Saint level, but the other party had never been afraid of him since he was a mid-level magician.

It seemed that as long as he was given enough time, the Saint level was nothing.

Reiner looked at the direction of the dungeon from afar, "The power of the dungeon's revival is mainly concentrated in the deep layer and the floor master. With the power of our generation, the 70th floor is the limit. According to ancient records, the dungeon has a full 100 floors. If this continues, the monster will be resurrected sooner or later."

The 41st to 60th floors are the realm of the Saint level, and the 70th floor is another realm.

Gart sipped his tea, "Do you think he has the hope of taking us deeper?"

"Very likely."

"Forget it, there are too many uncertainties. If you don't reach the Saint level, you can only become an ant in the eyes of the real strong."

Gart shook his head and continued, "Not to mention that helping him may cause him to be at odds with the future king, which is not worth it."

"That's just a prince."

"No need to say."

With the Adventurer's Guild's information network, they easily found out about Rey.

As for the prince's matter, it was learned by accident.

The second prince was also investigating Rey's news, and then investigating the whereabouts of the two, and Rey's carriage, it was obvious that they had a conflict.

At this moment, the underground city shook violently.

This time the scale was much larger than the previous one, and even the ground could feel a slight tremor.

Reiner paused and stood up suddenly, "The owner of the 40th floor, he's crazy."

Gart also sat up straight, "You didn't tell him about the 40th floor?"

Reiner was a little anxious, clenched his fists, and sat down weakly again.

"I didn't know he would come to challenge the 30th floor today, so I didn't have time to tell him."

It's over, everything is bad, and the hope that finally appeared was ruined.

The known information about the floor owner was learned from the previous people who won.

The lowest strength is a high-level magician, and the upper limit of the number of people entering the challenge is ten. The strength of the floor owner will change according to the challenger.

These are the information that the predecessors have explored with countless lives.

But such information only goes up to the 30th floor.

In other words.

The 40th floor is a completely unknown floor. No one has succeeded, so there is no information about the owner of this floor.

Even its lowest state is possible to be Saint level.

"Damn it," Reiner smashed the table into powder with one palm, "Every time he walks fast, I should stop him and explain it clearly."

He was angry that he shouldn't have been embarrassed, and accidentally saw Galt's face smiling.

"What are you laughing at?"

Galt shook his head, "I take back what I said before, the guy you said is really interesting, I underestimated him."

"What's the point, it's already this time."

"Maybe not," Galt said, and then added: "But if he can still come out alive, as long as he is not an extremely evil person, the Adventurer's Guild will be his backing, and I can stop any threats from outside the dungeon for him."

Reiner looked at Galt, silent.

This condition has already shown that the other party will spare no effort.

The premise is that Rey can still come out alive.

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The room is gloomy and gray.

As the challenger stepped in, rows of green flames like will-o'-the-wisp lit up, paving a path to the high seat.

As soon as Ray entered the room, he felt a completely different atmosphere from before.

An indescribable sense of oppression, as if it turned into a tangible pressure, made him feel his body become heavy.

"I thought it was another team of ten people, but I didn't expect there was only one human this time. It's really surprising."

Standing up from the high seat, he muttered to himself as he dropped the stickyIt was a tall black liquid man.

It was talking, and it had its own consciousness!

The strange scene made Lei speechless.

The alarm of the foreboding perception kept ringing, that guy was really not good.

The black liquid man was pouring out ominous magic.

Lei Yi was obviously at the same level as him, but he felt a terrifying sense of oppression coming at him.

Lei Yi used magic to calm his mind, "Are you the floor master of the 40th floor?"

"Yes."

The dark face smiled and admitted, "Why, do you think I am not qualified?"

Lei Yi shook his head, "That's not the case, I'm just curious about your human form and self-awareness."

"This is not strange, we are the only scattered residual souls, and it is normal to have different consciousness and personality."

Lei Yi stopped and saw the black sword beside him, and he also drew his sword.

"Your courage is commendable."

The liquid man nodded, "This is the first time I have encountered a challenger who has just entered the same realm. My title is the Demon Sword Saint. After defeating me, you will inherit the name of the Sword Saint and enjoy the power of the peak of the same combat power. Are you ready?"

Rey burst out with magic power, showing no weakness.

"Of course."

The Demon Sword Saint smiled heartily, "It's great."

The ominous aura around him rolled up, and the black liquid jumped out of his body and spread throughout the room.

The huge room was created by the black liquid to create an empty black space.

The absence of obstacles means that both sides must rely on hard power to win, and there is no room for tricks.

"The venue is ready, challenger, you can start at any time."

As soon as the voice fell, the face of the Demon Sword Saint became more and more distorted, and the magic covering the black body continued to pulsate, and the space also spasmed.

He raised the black sword and his body swelled slightly.

"Become."

Rey immediately completed the transformation of magic power, and the magic power of the holy level emanated from his body.

At the same time, the liquid body of the Demon Sword Saint suddenly shrank and jumped up quickly like a cat.

He rushed to Rey in an instant, and the black sword in his hand pointed directly at Rey's heart.

At the critical moment, Rey raised his sword to block the attack.

The swords crossed, Rey blocked the fierce attack, and the sword in his hand also shattered.

He condensed a blood blade again.

The Demon Sword Saint was very excited, "Awesome, you can actually keep up with my sword path, come again!"