My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1241 - 477: Little Girl Takes Action_3

Chapter 1241: Chapter 477: Little Girl Takes Action_3

The Responsive Objects were also constantly improving, for instance, the Commander’s Token was influenced by the continuous perfection of the Miniature Underworld. Initially, the King of Souls guessed that the Honored Lord was at Tire-8, but now even the Commander’s Token could overwhelm Tier-8. Of course, the larger reason behind this was the exceptional nature of the Commander’s Token.

Borg also saw Santa, the armor’s facial mask lit up with two clusters of angry red light at the eyes. Santa, however, just laughed again: "You fool, you’ve always been arrogant! But don’t get the enemy wrong this time, this has nothing to do with me, I can only say that the young are to be feared."

Borg’s hateful gaze landed on Owen Bertram, but Santa quietly spread a Tire-8 Pure Fire around the armor, fiercely refining it: "But in your current miserable state, I don’t mind taking advantage of the situation!"

Borg bellowed angrily while also feeling somewhat perplexed in his heart: Wasn’t this old guy’s character different back then? Has he been influenced by someone else?

Owen’s Bone Mace was held high without moving, since the Predecessor wanted to use Spirit Fire to refine it, he could save some energy. In any case, they had already negotiated how to "split the spoils" beforehand.

He took this opportunity to sneak a glance at the Nine Realms Sky standing nearby.

She was injured and showed some vulnerability, she originally belonged to the Great Chieftain, but he couldn’t protect her, he didn’t even dare to face her like a man during times of danger!

When the armor, that punched while clamping twelve wolf fangs, was coming towards the Nine Realms Sky... she was already prepared to deal with it, she might suffer some, but she would definitely survive this First Tribulation. She used to be Tier-9, and in the present years, she was Tier-8. The idea of her being weak and helpless, needing a man to protect her, was all Owen’s imagination. She was born to protect men.

However, Owen stepped in for her, and a warm, excited current surged through her heart. But she dared not look around in the midst of this commotion - the Great Chieftain was right beside them, if he saw...

Owen retracted his gaze, staring unkindly at the severely injured Great Chieftain and immediately harboring murderous intentions.

Even though Nine Realms Sky had some scruples, she hastily persuaded him: "Don’t be so ruthless." Owen’s momentary evil thoughts vanished, and he soon calmed down. For now, the Great Chieftain could not die.

Once the Great Chieftain died, the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region would surely descend into chaos. Windsor couldn’t yet take over his legacy, and no suitable candidate could be found anywhere in the Northern Region now. If the 36 Tribes splintered, who would benefit? Certainly not the Wood Dynasty, who currently couldn’t afford to intervene in the internal disputes of the Northern Region.

In the end, the main beneficiaries would likely be the Nine Witch Demon Court or even Sang Island.

So, Owen needed the Great Tribe Leader to stay alive. As for whether the Chieftain’s survival might "raise a tiger to return to the mountain," leading to a future crisis in the Wood Dynasty, it was not that Owen looked down on the Chieftain, but their realms were now the same. After this incident, the Chieftain’s prestige would plummet, and he would also suffer severe injuries. In the future, he would only be left far behind by Owen and was not qualified to be a true opponent to him.

Owen’s gaze left the Great Chieftain and soon found that, during the brief time he had looked away, the Predecessor Santa had fought an evenly matched battle with Borg, and Borg even faintly showed signs of a turnaround!

Santa’s Tire-8 Pure Fire originally restrained the Witch Soul, but Borg hid inside the armor. The surface of the armor, covered in contaminated blood, broken flesh, and bone debris, carried a special corruptive force, which was the most mysterious and evil part of Borg’s witchcraft. The Tire-8 Pure Fire could not refine this, and it was even corroded.

After all, the Predecessor Santa’s strength had not yet reached Tier-8, and he was unable to deal with Borg’s Witch Soul.

Owen’s Bone Mace fell: Smack!

A black smoke burst out and dissipated in the void. Borg let out a scream, controlling the Wolf Fang Pendant to abandon the Swordswoman, and violently hit the Bone Mace with his head!

Crack-

This was bad, the Bone Mace cracked.

The core of the Bone Mace was the Commander’s Token, but the Bone Fish Basket wrapped around the outside seemed to be of insufficient level for such a battle. It was too much when it struck the armor just before, and now the impact from the once Tier-9 magic treasure immediately caused damage!

Overjoyed, Borg thought he had destroyed the sinister artifact, but the moment a few bold red lights emerged from behind the mask, the bone debris shattered and flew away. Not bothering to hide anymore, the Commander’s Token smacked him right in the face, causing a large amount of black smoke to billow out from the openings of the mask..."Aaah!" Borg yelled hysterically, but seeing the Commander’s Token rise again and the Wolf Fang Pendant tightly entangled by the Swordswoman, he curled up his armor, sealing his whole body tight, turning himself into a turtle hiding in its shell!

Whack, whack, whack...

The Commander’s Token fell again and again, only releasing a bit of black smoke each time. The combined Witch Soul and armor was now like a giant ball which Owen Bertram could only bounce around and not actually hurt the Witch Soul’s core.

Predecessor Santa roared repeatedly, urging the Tire-8 Pure Fire... But it couldn’t burn the once Tire-9 Ancestral Witch Battle Robe.

Owen Bertram guessed that he could only break the defense of this Tire-9 artifact if he had another Shell Coin and activated the Stone Cone, while the Nine Realms Sky, though once Tire-9, was not good at besieging.

Santa’s face was burning red as he understood Owen Bertram’s meaning, "The Shell Coin, is really gone, not lying to you." Suddenly behind Owen Bertram, a chubby little hand tugged at him, Owen Bertram turned his head and Verna whispered to him, "Elder brother, don’t you know how to bite?"

Elder brother felt very puzzled. Verna made a biting gesture, "Yes, when children fight, if they can’t win, they can bite."

Owen Bertram was slightly moved in his heart. Why was Verna talking to him about this?

"That thing, I can bite through it." Verna pointed at the "ball". Owen’s eyebrows lifted, "One bite can break it?"

Verna didn’t care, "Some old leather, it’s not tasty, otherwise, I would’ve rushed up. But it seems that you guys don’t know how to deal with it?"

Owen Bertram thought, it’s not that we don’t know how to deal with it, it’s that we don’t know how you would deal with it. Owen Bertram lifted Verna in front of him with one hand, "Later, listen to brother’s command."

He carried Verna to the side of the armor. The Commander’s Token still slapped it. Borg’s Witch Soul was determined to continue a war of attrition, not coming out, and waiting to see who could hold out longer. As for the younger generation bringing an even younger person, he didn’t bother to pay attention.

If you had a magic treasure that could break my Ancestral Witch Battle Robe, you would’ve used it by now.

Then both sides saw a strange scene: Owen Bertram pushed Verna forward with one hand and shouted, "Bite!" Verna was very reluctant, but she still opened her small mouth, her neat little white teeth snapped down, and then she made a "dragon roar" gesture, tearing off a piece of old leather from the Ancestral Witch Battle Robe with a swish!

By breaking this once Tire-9 artifact here, there is now a loophole! Owen Bertram waved and threw Verna back, then urged the Commander’s Token to poke that loophole!

Boom—

Infinite black smoke exploded the Ancestral Witch Battle Robe, and large swaths of black smoke fled in panic from the sleeves and trouser legs. Predecessor Santa seized the opportunity, raising the Fire Staff in his hand, and Tire-8 Pure Fire surged, turning the void into a vast sea of fire!

Without the protection of the Ancestral Witch Battle Robe, even the Tire-8 Witch Soul could not withstand the Spirit Fire, and amidst a series of strange squeaks, the black smoke gradually vanished...

Owen Bertram took the Commander’s Token back, holding the damaged Ancestral Witch Battle Robe and the Wolf Fang Pendant in his hand. Borg’s Witch Soul, trapped in the Spirit Fire, could no longer control the Wolf Fang Pendant.

Owen Bertram thought for a while and gave the Wolf Fang Pendant to predecessor Santa, who was delighted, "This is not like your style, boy." Although he said so, he still unceremoniously accepted this undamaged Tire-9 artifact and then said, "I won’t take advantage of you either, the rest of the loot is yours."

Owen Bertram nodded, "The residue of Borg’s Witch Soul after the refining is mine." There were remnants of the Earth Creation Bottle and Mountain Pulling Whip within it.

Nine Realms Sky heard this and was relieved: He understands me.