Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 38 The Migrating Serpent Ancestor
Putting down the soup bowl, Qin Xiaonan took out the training resources that Sand Hidden Scorpion had brought and said to his father, "Dad, use these things and break through to the higher levels as soon as possible."

Father Qin Xuan said: "Aren't these all left for you by your teacher? What will you do with them if you give them to me?"

After that incident, Qin Xiaonan's parents had completely accepted the fact that he had a mysterious teacher. Otherwise, how could he have broken through to the intermediate level in such a short time?

"Dad, don't worry, I have a lot here." Qin Xiaonan then took out a few more magic tools. His father couldn't persuade him and had to accept them.

Qin Xiaonan then looked directly into his father's eyes, his tone filled with unquestionable seriousness: "Dad, after you break through to the higher levels, I will arrange for the awakening of the third magic system. I want you to choose the summoning system."

Qin Xuan saw his son's rare solemn expression, swallowed his doubts, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll tell you as soon as I break through."

He will then provide his father with a few powerful contracted beasts, and his father's safety will no longer be a problem.

The mother came over with a fruit plate and keenly noticed the unusual atmosphere between the father and son: "What are you two plotting again?" She glared at them both in an angry manner, but in return the father and son smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

After doing all this, Qin Xiaonan decided to go to Shanghai to start his university life.
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In the deepest part of the Sahara Desert, in a towering golden palace, the Desert Emperor Azir suddenly opened his eyes from his throne. Horrifying murderous intent burst out from his golden pupils, and the quicksand in the entire palace solidified instantly.

"Viper is dead." Azir's deep voice echoed in the empty hall.

After learning of the death of the Viper Lord, Azir's emotions were obviously more obvious than Qin Xiaonan's original body.

Qin Xiaonan also discovered this as a clone who shared the soul.

He could clearly sense Azir's turbulent emotions, far more intense than his own feelings over the Viper Lord's death. This made him realize that, while the Tsar was his alter ego, as the ruler of the desert empire, Azir felt a stronger sense of territoriality and royal dignity over the loss of his subordinates.

Faced with the death of the Viper Lord, Qin Xiaonan's original body was more sighing, while Tsar Azir was angry. When the time is right, Sahara's target will definitely be Lop Nur.

Based on the geographical location, the Tsar believed that the Viper Monarch was most likely to have suffered heavy losses while crossing the Lop Nur, where an equally ferocious Desert Demon Empire was entrenched.

As a desert demon, the Viper Monarch would most likely choose the desert route and would be unlikely to take the Kunlun route. And if it did choose the Kunlun route, given the terrifying power of the Kunlun Demon Nation, the Viper Monarch might not be able to escape that far.

Lop Nur will definitely become their next target of conquest.

While the shadow of the defeat of Khufu's Empire of the Dead has not yet completely dissipated, the Serpent Empire entrenched on the outskirts of the Sahara is shrouded in an even deeper shadow.

The ancestor of snakes and scorpions sat on the throne, his giant scaly tail flapping the ground restlessly, splashing bursts of poisonous mist.

This sub-emperor-level being was feeling unprecedented anxiety at this moment.

Compared to Khufu, his Serpent Empire was even weaker—not only had he yet to fully enter the realm of emperor, but even the empire's other pillar, the Serpent Mother Medusa, was drawing to a close, her strength greatly diminished. The once-dreaded Eye of Petrification was no longer as potent as it once was.

What is even more disturbing is that the erosion of the Sahara Desert is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flowing golden sands had already spread to the outskirts of the evil temple, like giant pythons poised to unleash their might, threatening to engulf the entire Serpent Empire at any moment. If the legendary Desert Emperor were to attack them, their fate would likely be even more tragic than Khufu's.

"Tsar Azir." The liquid dripping from the fangs of the Serpent Scorpion Ancestor corroded the rock, emitting wisps of green smoke. It looked up at the sky outside the evil temple, gradually covered by yellow sand, and a glint of struggle flashed in its compound eyes. As overlords entrenched on the edge of the desert for thousands of years, the Serpent Scorpion Clan had always maintained aloofness from the powerful empire deep within.

But now, this balance that has been maintained for thousands of years is being broken.

What the Snake Scorpion Ancestor found difficult to accept was that surrender not only meant losing freedom, but also the possibility of having to obey the orders of the Desert Emperor - this was very uncomfortable for it, which was used to dominating a region.

However, what made it even more angry was that with the erosion of the golden yellow sand, the lords of Snake Mountain and Scorpion Ridge had recently surrendered to the Sahara Empire in succession in the areas where the sun's light shone.

Just last night, its most capable Red Scorpion Marshal defected with the entire Scorpion Guards.

The old snake-scorpion ancestor furiously swept down a whole row of stone pillars, and looked at his fellow tribesmen who had once submitted to him and now turned against him, with a dangerous red light flashing in his compound eyes.

However, unlike the situation of the Undead Empire of Khufu trapped in the pyramid, the Snake and Scorpion Ancestor still has a glimmer of hope - its tribe is originally a migrant wandering on the edge of the desert.

Those towering Snake Mountains and Scorpion Ridges were merely their temporary nests. As long as it was willing to abandon these places and lead its tribe to migrate south, it could completely escape the threat of the Sahara Empire.

"No matter how powerful Tsar Azir is, his power has its limits." The old snake-scorpion ancestor gazed at the African continent carved on the cave wall, and his poisonous tail outlined the route of his migration to the south on the sand.

It firmly believed that Azir could not cover all of Africa with yellow sand. In the dense jungles of the Congo River basin, above the snow line of Kilimanjaro, and beside the surging waves of the Cape of Good Hope, there were always pure lands that the golden sands of the Sahara could not reach.

Thinking of this, it suddenly let out a hissing sneer. Those traitors who chose to surrender were ultimately nothing more than prisoners trapped in the sea of ​​sand.

And this dignified and vicious ancestor will lead the tribes that are truly loyal to it to migrate south.

There were plenty of weak tribes to conquer on the southern grasslands, and plenty of delicious prey in the vast rainforests. Why bother fighting to the death with the terrifying Sun Emperor in this wasteland that was about to be swallowed by the yellow sand?

As for this territory that is about to fall, leave it to those stupid traitors and let them live forever under the shadow of the Tsar.

Azir stood quietly on top of the sun disk, his gilded pupils reflecting the vast yellow sand.

When the scout Desert Eagle brought the news that the snake and scorpion tribe had migrated south, the Desert Emperor simply raised his fingertips indifferently and let the report dissipate like quicksand.

"Why should I care about the choices of ants?" Those fleeing snakes and scorpions were nothing more than dust scattered before a sandstorm in his eyes. A true emperor would never lower his head to gaze at the insects beneath his feet.

His gaze penetrated the steaming water vapor of the Red Sea and fell on the vast golden territory on the opposite bank - the Arabian Desert was waking up in the morning light.

"Everywhere the sun disk shines, all must submit." As he whispered, the sun disk under his feet began to roar and rotate, and countless ancient runes flowed on the metal surface.

The quicksand in the Sahara suddenly boiled up and turned into tens of millions of golden pythons surging towards the Red Sea.

(End of this chapter)