"That guy is looking for the Stone of Hiding, and Mina is not in the Imperial District," the middle-aged scholar sighed. "But charging into the Imperial District and blowing up the White Emperor's Avatar, that's indeed a bit too much."
"Return to base! Go back and kill that guy!" the Black Squirrel shouted furiously.
"The leader won't allow it," the scholar shook his head.
"But..."
"There are no buts. White Shadow is there; she'll handle it after she gets back," the scholar added. "Besides, the White Emperor himself hasn't said anything, so why are you getting worked up?"
"It's outrageous! That guy!" the man with the small mustache clenched his teeth. "Just because he beat a few small dragons, he dares to...."
In this world, they were invincible, undying.
No matter how many times they were killed, they would resurrect stronger the next time.
If it weren't for that side effect, they could become incomparably powerful.
