Amid the sounds of explosions, the floor was thrown up—along with the messenger of the Six Dragons Sect.
Immediately, the messenger sprouted a bunch of tentacles, attempting to wrap around the Sonicon Blade, but a strange metallic object deflected it from the side.
At the same time, another hand scooped up and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.
The cord, resembling a sword tassel, was flicked and securely inserted into the recently popped open port.
Xiang Shan said, "Sorry, friend, this is what I just dropped."
—Yes, it was what I sent out last month.
The messenger of the Six Dragons Sect had thousands of words in his heart, but considering the presence of a Scientific Knight, he didn't speak.
Meanwhile, the computer room that the messenger had attacked just moments ago had isolated the fault and restarted.
The virtual image of His Excellency Ashur reappeared on the screen.
"Oh, it looks like another one has joined while I was disconnected…"
