It was almost impossible to fight the Frenzied Sea Demons head-on on the eighth floor.
Based on individual strength, a single Frenzied Sea Demon should be able to shoot out around 30 tons of water.
Then, a thousand Frenzied Sea Demons would create a huge wave of 30,000 tons. Thousands of Frenzied Sea Demons attacking at the same time would exceed 100,000 tons.
Most importantly, when they united, they were able to concentrate all of their power.
This was the scariest part about them.
Unless Chen Zhao's strength and resistance could increase by 20 times, he wouldn't be killed instantly.
This was clearly impossible. At least, Chen Zhao couldn't do it now.
This gap was no longer a gap of one level, but a gap of a whole realm.
Actually, if he dodged the first wave, it wouldn't be hard to break through the eighth floor. At least, Chen Zhao had the ability.
It wasn't impossible to kill a thousand Frenzied Sea Demons.
However, Chen Zhao didn't want to use a roundabout method. He hoped that he wouldn't avoid the first attack.
Currently, if Chen Zhao wanted to increase his strength, he had to expand the coverage of the small world and increase the number of clones.
Chen Zhao couldn't create thousands of clones like Old Turtle.
Moreover, this kind of clone could create 12 clones for the first time. The next upgrade wouldn't be from 12 to 13, but multiple times.
The first time, he could create 12 clones. The second upgrade would create 24, the third would be 48, and the fourth would be 96.
Chen Zhao's clones were formed before he reached Ultimate Transformation.
Now that the world was clear, the quality and quantity of his magic were more than ten times stronger than before.
The problem was that the quality of his clones had also increased.
It was like how Chen Zhao could afford 12 tractors in the past, but he could afford 12 supercars now.
But if he wanted to buy 24 supercars, he wouldn't be able to afford it. That was the logic.
It was the same for clones.
Whatever. Whether it was expanding the small world or multiplying the number of clones, he couldn't do it in a short period of time.
Chen Zhao planned to go to the Norton Simon Museum to see the situation there.
The security at the Norton Simon Museum was very strict. Every visitor had to go through a metal detector before entering the museum.
Entering the museum, Chen Zhao found the Sacred Eye.
The Sacred Eye was carved into a hexagonal gem.
The gemstone's milky white color was familiar.
But even through the bulletproof glass, Chen Zhao could still feel a hint of holiness.
Chen Zhao rubbed his eyes. Damn, isn't this Holy Eye angelic crystal?
No one in the world was more familiar with angelic crystals than him.
This should be a perfect angelic crystal, but after hundreds of years of wear and tear, this angelic crystal had lost too much of its holy aura.
Chen Zhao was a bit disappointed. He'd thought it was something good and had been eyeing it for a few days.
In the end, it was just this, but Chen Zhao was very happy.
He had a lot of perfect angelic crystals and even super perfect angelic crystals.
After Chen Zhao left the Norton Simon Museum, he did not go far. Instead, he waited for night to fall.
Night gradually fell. Chen Zhao saw a modified armored vehicle charge into the museum. Then intense gunshots and explosions sounded from the museum.
Chen Zhao was a bit speechless. These people were really bold.
At the very least, Chen Zhao wouldn't dare to launch such a brazen attack.
In less than five minutes, the armored vehicle appeared.
After the armored car drove out of the museum, it entered the compartment of a large truck and disappeared into the night.
Chen Zhao followed them all the way, but he didn't drive. Instead, he hid in the air.
In order to move in the night, Chen Zhao wore a black suit today. It was very hidden in the night.
Plus, he was a hundred meters in the air, so it was difficult for the robbers to discover him.
…
In the truck, a few people got off the armored vehicle.
There was also a tall woman standing in the carriage.
She wore a camouflage uniform and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Looking at her companions, she asked, "Benris, did you get it?"
"Yes." Benris took out the Holy Eye.
"Send that person a message," the camouflaged woman said.
"He sent us a message to meet at the end of Route 22."
"The end of Route 22? How far is it from here?"
"Forty kilometers from the city. It's a desert." Benris looked at the coordinates on the map and then said, "Nicky, should we prepare?"
"Just do what you usually do this time," Nicky said. "Don't go overboard in case that person notices anything wrong."
Half an hour later, the car reached the end of Route 22.
"Drive the armored vehicle down just in case."
The armored vehicle was modified from an off-road vehicle, but its performance was very similar to an armored vehicle.
It was also equipped with many military weapons, such as a 12-millimeter machine gun and a continuous machine gun. These were all weapons that only the military could equip.
It was already a small war fortress.
Everyone held a machine gun and wore night vision goggles, waiting for their target to arrive.
"There's no thermal imaging within a kilometer," Benris said gloomily, looking around. "Did that person give the wrong address?"
"Patience," Nicky said calmly, standing on the hood of the armored vehicle.
Suddenly, Nicky saw a figure walking over in the distance.
"Four hundred meters southwest," Nicky said.
Benris turned in the direction Nicky was looking at, but the night vision goggles didn't find anything. It was empty.
"There's nothing over there?"
Nicky frowned. "Take off the night vision goggles and look again."
Benris pulled on the night vision goggles and looked southwest.
Indeed, he saw a person walking towards them.
"That's strange."
He clearly saw the person with his eyes, but why couldn't the night vision goggles detect him?
"Maybe he's wearing some kind of heat-blocking device," Nicky said.
"Is that person a missionary?"
Nicky watched the person walk closer. He was indeed dressed like a missionary. He wore a priest's gray robe and a small round hat, holding an old Bible in his hand.
"Hello, lost sheep. I'm Doan Tucker, your employer." Doan Tucker was like a kind priest. He had a gentle smile on his face, and his tone was so gentle that it was hard to be wary.
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