Please be my partner.

At that time, Rooney had tried many times and used all means to finally reach the second floor of the legendary Thunder Temple. He was already in an excited mood and was imagining that he would obtain the essence of thunder and evolve into a storm giant and then become a saint in the future. Suddenly, he saw a person standing quietly in front of him looking at him. The other person's expression was calm and composed, and he was spotless in the violent sea of thunder, which formed a sharp contrast with his embarrassment.

Perhaps, it was because the first impression at that time was too strong, and Mellen always had a mysterious feeling in Rooney's mind. It was for this reason that he later accepted the invitation to form a team to leave the Broken Land together, and took the initiative to invite when the team disbanded.

After Rooney successfully evolved into a storm giant and became a saint, although he still regarded Melen as a friend, he had some psychological advantages. As a result, he found that after a short period of absence, although Melen was still a legend, he also mastered the power of a saint.

While feeling incredible, Rooney naturally values Mellen more.

After walking a little further for a while, Mellen sensed that the contractual connection had not changed much and said to Rooney, "It's okay, let's continue chasing."

After Mellen conveyed new instructions to Garuru through the contract, he and Rooney accelerated forward.

Garuru, who was fiddling with a few black-toothed insects out of boredom, slapped the black-toothed insects to death with one claw after receiving Melen's instructions. Then, after roughly identifying the direction according to the method Melen taught it, it headed towards the Thousand Needles.

Of course, Garuru did this not to leave the chaotic desert directly, but to stay as far away from the core position as possible, so as to avoid it accidentally getting stuck in it and causing Melen to lose his "positioning".

If they really encountered such a situation, there would be no danger with the strength of the two of them. At the very least, they could directly break through the space rift and leave the Luanyan Territory.

Although the Chaos Desert is not the landing point reserved by the Chaos Rock Territory, the space here is quite stable, but for beings like Mellen and Rooney who possess the power of saints, it is not difficult to directly break through the stable space.

Of course, doing so would cause certain damage to the stable spiritual world nodes and would be met with hostility from all races in the territory. Generally speaking, saints would not do this easily unless absolutely necessary.

Garuru walked out with a cheerful pace, stopping from time to time to use metal energy to collect the extraordinary mineral resources it sensed.

Although the desert is a barren area in the eyes of flesh and blood creatures, it is actually rich in mineral resources.

There are a lot of metal particles in the sand itself. It is difficult for others to collect them, but Garuru does not need to go through so much trouble. The metal energy sweeps over and absorbs them like a magnet. Occasionally, when encountering a deep-buried mineral vein, it will directly drill into it and "feast on it".

Therefore, Garuru's route of movement unknowingly became a zigzag shape.

Melen withdrew his senses. As long as the mechanical dog did not head towards the core of the chaotic desert, it didn't matter if it got lost in the desert.

The most important thing now is to track down the dog in the desert. After observing for such a long time, the two have come to the conclusion that the latter may not have escaped, but has been staying in the same place without moving.

This strange phenomenon made the two of them feel a little more alert.

Chapter 323 Strange Blade

The ability to perceive chaos in the core area of the Chaos Desert is indeed gradually increasing. If Melen had not been constantly using the connection of the contract to position himself, he would have started spinning in place long ago.

Even with the cursed crystal ball as a guide, it would be useless for this, because in the case of chaotic perception, Mellen and Rooney simply cannot move forward in a straight line. They may be confused by perception without knowing it, and then keep circling around the core of the chaotic desert, unable to go deep into it.

Rooney couldn't explain what specific dangers lay within the core of the Chaos Desert. After all, judging from the current situation, even the perception of saints could be confused here, let alone the others.

So the two of them did not move very fast, and at the same time they were cautious and alert to the dangers that might appear around them at any time.

What surprised them was that they had been walking for half a day without encountering any danger, not even any decent monsters. The only thing was that the eternal protagonists of the chaotic desert... the black-toothed insects, were more numerous here, and their strength had generally improved. There were quite a few second- and third-level black-toothed insects, and occasionally they could sense the breath of legends in the deeper parts of the desert.

Melen asked, "Could this be the origin of the 'Black Tide'?"

Rooney said hesitantly: "Maybe."

With their speed, even with some reserve, they were able to move at an extremely fast speed. It only took about a day for them to reach the true center of the Chaos Desert.

Here, they met the target they had been looking for, and the process was unexpectedly smooth.

However, the scene before them made both of them look confused.

Rooney looked at the cursed crystal ball in his hand, then at the vast number of dogs in front of him, which roughly counted as tens of thousands, and said puzzledly: "Did I buy a fake? That shouldn't be the case!"

There were only a few hundred directions in the cursed crystal ball, and most of them were left behind by them. There was no way they could correspond to the tens of thousands of dogs in front of them.

Melen thought for a moment and said, "Could it be blood?"

"Although these dogs are all clones of the original, the bloodlines used to create these clones do come from different races. At most, only the original was partially involved. Therefore, the curse targeting the bloodline and soul only targets the original and the other clones corresponding to that bloodline."

After listening to this, Rooney felt that it was very reasonable. Although the extraordinary people mastered the laws, used the rules, and leveraged the power of heaven and earth, before becoming a demigod, they still had to pay attention to the most basic conservation of energy. This was one of the categories of rules. Even if they were a demigod, they would not have many means to break the rules.

It is naturally impossible for the dog to create a clone out of thin air. The flesh and blood energy of the outsiders hunted may be the source of the clone.

These tens of thousands of dog clones in front of us have only the sharp blade organs extending from their necks, but all other aspects are somewhat different. Even the number of sharp blade organs is different, with as few as one and as many as three or four.

Although the strength of these dog clones fluctuates, they are basically above the legendary level.

Although for saints, there is no difference between legends and mortals, the number does not affect anything.

However, these dog clones seemed to be different. Their auras were interconnected and integrated into one, as if they had melted the scattered power into a piece of iron plate, and they could compete with Rooney's saintly pressure without losing.

Rooney raised his eyebrows, grinned, and said, "Interesting, I want to see how tough you are."

As he spoke, Rooney's body suddenly grew in size, and the power of storm and thunder surrounded him.

As Rooney moved, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. It was no longer an endless desert. Thunder appeared in the sky, but these thunders did not disappear immediately. Instead, they formed some kind of flowing liquid and fell down, accumulating into streams, lakes, and oceans on the ground.

Melen reached out and took a ray of lightning, feeling it was soft and silky. The moment the lightning touched Melen's palm, it penetrated into his body. A tingling sensation flowed through his body, and his body became slightly stronger.

These thunder powers are surprisingly similar to the power of the thunder pool in the Broken Land.

Of course, this only applies to Rooney and Mellen. The thunder falls on the group of dog clones, weaving into a net and leaping into an arc, covering all the dog clones, making them suffer from the bombardment of thunder all the time.

This is the power of the saints.

For a saint, they only need to gently fiddle with the rules to create an extreme environment that is beneficial to themselves. In such an environment, it would be extremely difficult for any non-saint to survive, let alone fight against a saint. This is... the saint's territory!

Because Rooney had just been promoted to a Saint, the Saint's territory had not yet been fully constructed. He only had the most basic power of storm and thunder. Even so, it was enough to easily kill the legend.

Above the legend, each rank is vastly different. Anyone who can survive in a battle with a higher rank is already an absolute genius. Anyone who can defeat the opponent is a peerless genius who can shine throughout the entire era and make all the stars dim!

However, the dogs in front of him seemed different. Their auras were condensed and united, and there was a more powerful force vaguely supported not far away, so that the Saint Territory did not collapse at the first touch of Rooney, but resisted and even seemed to be at ease.

The smile on Rooney's lips not only did not disappear, but widened a little bit. He rushed forward without hesitation and fought in close combat with the clone dogs.

Storm Giants are a race that has no weaknesses and is very strong both physically and mentally, but what Rooney is best at now is naturally the close combat of the Storm Giants.

As Rooney went on a killing spree, although the clone dogs could not be said to be ready to be killed, they did not have much power to resist. The power of storm and thunder swept across the entire battlefield, and blood rain fell from the sky from time to time.

The clone dogs did not feel any fear at all. They attacked, released and delayed strictly according to a certain optimal tactics.

It was not obvious at first, but after Rooney had been killing for a while, he discovered that every time a clone dog died, the strength of the other clone dogs would increase slightly, and as time went on, the power bestowed on the clone dogs was also increasing, as if something was awakening.

Mellen could feel that although he was just standing there watching the show, he was still being watched by many people. There were at least hundreds of eyes on him at all times, obviously afraid that he would make any sudden move.

Mellen had no intention of joining the battle. A ray of blood light rose from his body, and his figure twisted slightly. To the outside world, it seemed that there was no difference from before.

But in fact, Melen used the power of Little Red Lotus and Little Liuli to create an illusion that was so realistic that even the breath was imitated vividly. As long as it was not affected by the attack, there would be basically no flaws.

Mellen himself bypassed the battlefield, left Rooney's saint territory, and quietly headed towards the direction of the power supporting the clone dogs under Xiao Liuli's illusion.

That's most likely where the dog's real body is.

Because the distance was not far, Mellen quickly found the source of the power. Although there was nothing here, he could sense that it was deep in the sand.

After thinking for a while about how long it would take Rooney to get here, Mellen no longer hesitated, and the blood-colored mist surged out like waves.

Feeling Melen's large-scale mobilization of blood power, a hazy consciousness sleeping deep in the abyss suddenly woke up. Thinking that its master was in danger, it immediately wanted to draw more power to support him at all costs.

Fortunately, Melen, who was very familiar with Xiao Honglian's character, had anticipated this situation. He took notice of it in advance through the contract and calmed the frightened and anxious dog in time.

On the other side, Spike, who was also in a deep sleep, regained consciousness at some point. After sensing the unusual movement from Xiao Honglian, he uttered two meaningless "hums".

While comforting his dog, Melen had already controlled the blood-colored mist to form a large claw pointing towards the desert below.

Ordinary grains of sand turned into nothingness almost instantly under the erosion of the bloody hand, and soon the bloody hand touched a mass of object that was both soft and tough.

A mighty force of saint-level suddenly burst out, repelling the bloody hand.

The bloody hand disintegrated into wisps of blood mist in mid-air and floated back to Mellen. Mellen looked calmly at the thing that slowly emerged from the huge pit.

This is a huge, constantly wriggling dark red piece of flesh, covered with tissue that looks like blood vessels. Although it is in the dry and hot desert, there is a faint trace of moist and sticky blood flowing on it.

Halfway above the piece of meat was a sharp blade with an ornate shape, about the length of an adult's forearm.

There were irregular dark red scabs on the handle of the sharp blade, and tiny tentacles were constantly wriggling in the gaps. The blade was in the shape of a single half arc, dark red overall, with a black blade edge. The guard seemed a bit wide, and a constantly blinking eye was staring at Mellen.

Melen passed the strange eye and looked at the dark red piece of flesh. Although he could not distinguish the specific race through the blurry shell, he could vaguely see that there was a dog-like life inside.

Melen immediately judged from the breath that the sharp blade and the life of the dog who was ignorant of life and death were merging, or in other words, the consciousness in the sharp blade wanted to take over the life of the dog.

Seeing this situation, Melen already vaguely understood why his dog-friendly talent didn't work.

When the two merged, it was obvious that the strange sharp blade was the main force. The dog might have died. Before the fusion was completely completed, Mellen's talent naturally could not affect the former.

However, now that we know this, it will be much easier.

Mellen asked, "Now, can we communicate?"

After a moment, a somewhat cold and chilling spiritual wave came: "Outsider, you have disturbed my fusion ceremony, what is there to discuss!"

Although the strange blade's tone was impolite, it did not initiate an attack.

Melen asked, "I see your fusion process is still going on. It shouldn't have been interrupted, right?"

"Hmph!" said the strange blade, "Being forcibly awakened from my deep sleep has ruined at least a few years of my training."

Mellen didn't continue the topic, but changed the subject and asked, "Now that you're awake, do you mind talking to me?"

The strange blade said sarcastically: "If I mind, will you leave immediately?"

Ignoring the taunts of Return to the Blade, Melen asked, "Who are you? Or what are you?"

The strange blade was silent for a moment, then said, "As you can see, I am a weapon, and a magical blade that can devour its host."

"The magic blade that devours the host?" Melen pointed at the piece of meat and asked in confusion, "So, your last host was a dog?"

"Of course not!" Weird Blade refuted fiercely, "That's because the dog encountered me while I was asleep. At that time, I was without an owner, so I was forced to merge with it."

"However, this dog's strength is too weak to contain my immense power. Even in the fused state, I am unable to act independently. Therefore, I have no choice but to breed a clone, and then use the clone's power to continuously hunt for flesh and blood and energy for the dog to improve itself."

Melen frowned and said, "I still don't know who you are. As far as I know, even if they are semi-artifacts, there shouldn't be many who can possess your wisdom."

Weird Blade said, "Forgot."

"Forgot?" Mellen's voice suddenly rose, and he said with disbelief: "How is that possible?"

The strange blade said, "Nothing is impossible. I'm severely injured and my consciousness is fragmented. I only remember that in my last moment, I was experiencing an unimaginable war. Then I was destroyed, my host was killed, and my body drifted along the turbulent space for an unknown distance."

"When I finally woke up, this dog took advantage of me."

Mellen asked, "You look quite pitiful. I need a spirit messenger. Are you willing to sign a contract with me?"

Without a second thought, Weird Blade refused, "Dream on!"

Although the strange blade was very afraid of the strange human in front of it, and the storm giant saint who was fighting with its clone not far away.

But that doesn't mean it's afraid.

Mellen smiled and said, "Don't refuse outright. Blocking the road directly is not a good thing. I come here with sincerity. Why don't you tell me your conditions?"

Hearing this, Weird Blade fell into thought. After a moment, he said, "If you can promise me one thing, it's not impossible for me to sign a messenger contract with you."

"Oh?" Mellen's eyes lit up and he asked, "What's the matter?"

I am not afraid that something will happen to you, I am just afraid that you have no desires or demands.

Weird Blade said, "I'm very dissatisfied with the host I'm currently fusing with. It will take at least a dozen years to strengthen it to the point where it can accommodate all my power."

"If you can find me the body of a saint, I can not only sign a contract with you, but also complete the fusion in a short time and become your assistant. What do you think?"

"Of course, I don't care if the host lives or dies, but I don't want it to be a dog!"

Hearing that the strange blade wanted to change hosts and didn't want the dog's body, Mellen subconsciously denied it: "That's impossible!"

Chapter 324 Negotiation (Fool?)

"Ahem!~"

Under the suspicious gaze of Weird Blade, Mellen coughed twice to hide his embarrassment and argued cunningly, "What I mean is, you should have realized my current strength. Even if my friends and I were combined, we wouldn't be able to find a saint's body for you."

Then, Melen's heart moved. Without waiting for Weird Blade to speak, he took the initiative to ask, "You have created so many clones and hunted in the Chaos Desert for so many years. Logically, if you wanted to change the host, you should have done so long ago, right?"

Strange Blade didn't hide anything, saying, "After all, this body has been strengthened for decades during my slumber. How can an ordinary body compare to it? If I replace it, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted?"

Hearing what the Strange Blade said, Melen immediately felt relieved. This meant that the Strange Blade might have some rejection of the dog's body, but it was not to the point where it had to give up.

Just as Melen was thinking about it, the light on the strange blade began to fade, and the huge piece of meat fell into the sand pit.

"In that case, there is nothing more to talk about. You can go."

Melen immediately released a blood mist to block it, and shouted: "Wait a moment, let's talk."

The strange blade stopped, and the spiritual waves it transmitted became distorted: "What? Just the two of you want to force me to stay?!"

Mellen's expression also turned cold. He did not forget the fundamental purpose of this trip, which was to help Rooney deal with the "hunter" in the chaotic desert. If the other party was unwilling to become one of their own, then he could only destroy him physically.

Moreover, you certainly can't be as polite to an old guy who has lived for who knows how many years as you would to a domestic dog. If you are not tough when you should be, others will think you are not confident.