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Chapter 201: Let Our Fists Do the Talking!
After serious consideration and logical calculations, Svarog reached this conclusion.
"Outsiders, more variables are required if you wish to obtain the answers you seek."
"In other words, we need to fight and let our fists do the talking."
Stelle took out her Bat. The Path power of Destruction gradually flowed into the Curio Bat, and lightning manifested from that power, striking the ground in bolts.
Clara hurriedly took a step back.
"Correct. Defeat me, and you may ask any question. As long as I know, you will receive an answer."
Most of the time, Svarog relied on logical calculations. Only when it came to Clara did he occasionally go beyond computational logic.
Variables were variables precisely because they exceeded predestined control. At the very least, they had to exceed Svarog's limits.
Several equally towering robots joined Svarog in surrounding the three of them.
"Dan Heng, what do we do?" "We..." "Take this!" Stelle shouted, raising her Bat and slamming it straight into a robot.
There were no traffic-light robots around. After all, this was reality. Even if they could generate shields, those could only block weaker attacks. Against someone like Stelle, one swing would easily take out each one.
So the robots surrounding them were all towering models. In the game, every one of them would have been an elite enemy.
However, whether it was Svarog or the other robots, they all fell to the trio in an extremely short time.
Pathstriders who reached profound heights were all inhuman beings.
There was no need to elaborate on Stelle's physical body, a miraculous vessel housing a Stellaron. March 7th had remained inside Six-Phased Ice