My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner -
Chapter 1422 - 530: Oriole, Oriole, Oriole_3
Chapter 1422: Chapter 530: Oriole, Oriole, Oriole_3
Owen Bertram and Amelia looked at each other; at this point, they could only rely on themselves to withstand the situation. Owen said, "Speed up." They darted across the grassland like lightning, but the grassland seemed boundless. Suddenly, Owen said, "Get on my back."
"Huh?" Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise. Owen explained, "What are you thinking? We’re trying to see if we can avoid the influence of the water’s power by not touching the grassland."
"If it works, I’ll carry you first, then you can carry me. We’ll take turns resting."
Amelia jumped up like a rabbit: "Brother, catch me!"
If she hadn’t shouted, Owen would have instinctively dodged. But in the end, he managed to restrain himself and caught Amelia in his arms.
"How is it?"
Amelia felt the difference and cheered, "Brother was right! It’s only when we touch the grassland that we’re affected by the ’power of the water.’ Since you’re carrying me and I’m not flying myself, it doesn’t trigger psychic energy." Owen Bertram breathed a sigh of relief: "We don’t know how vast this grassland is, so we need to take turns resting to conserve our strength. I’ll hold on for a Shichen (2 hours), then you’ll carry me."
Amelia looked troubled: "But brother, you’re so tall! Your body is heavy when it’s on top of others. I don’t know if I can withstand it."
Owen frowned: "You’re a Tire-7 Demon Saint!"
...
The Old Demon arrived at the whirlpool below and was dumbfounded: Where are the people? The demons? Where are my delicious treats? The path was supposed to lead straight here... but as he walked, the path disappeared!
The surrounding grassland was lush and verdant, but even with Tire-8 strength, it was impossible to find any clues from above!
The Old Demon was furious and wanted to vent his anger on some unlucky demon. He suddenly looked up and saw the Demon Being in the whirlpool. The Demon Being stretched its neck and twisted it, its countless eyes filled with provocation.
The Old Demon shrank back; this target was not suitable.
...
Far away, tens of thousands of miles offshore to the north of Sang Island, the sea surface was already covered in thin ice. In the cold depths of the seabed, at the end of an evil sacrifice, a volcano at the bottom of the sea was activated. The sacrifice went completely out of control – all 600 stealth cultivators who had entered the seabed had turned into corpses and were absorbed by an invisible force into the volcano.
The water at the bottom of the sea churned up, becoming murky.
After an unknown amount of time, a strange figure emerged from the murk. His body was riddled with various wounds, which quickly healed as he entered the clear outer sea water.
However, his lower body could never be restored; he no longer had human legs but instead had eight thick tails, like black pythons or tentacle-less octopuses. It was an indescribable strangeness to see his human upper body with eight tails.
His eyes had also turned into the bright yellow pupils of wild animals, and between his ears and neck had grown two thin membranous wings that could be spread and retracted at will.
With a flick of his eight tails, his body shot out of the water like a swordfish.
Whoosh—
The icy sea wind roared, and he stood against the wind, hovering 500 feet above the sea surface with his wings spread. His cold, emotionless animal eyes looked towards the direction of the Demon Clan.
"The traitors have gone to the Nine Witch Demon Court."
"Capture her and bring her to justice!"
Whoosh! His figure disappeared on the spot, dashing through the air towards the Northwest of the Eastern Land.
National Master Amelia knew that there were many forces within Sangdao Country that opposed her, but without the bloodline of the Imperial Family, these opposing forces would not amount to much.
However, the National Master never expected that her master had left a portion of people hidden throughout Sang Island six hundred years ago, even among her own subordinates, constantly with people from this "organization."
If the National Master had continuously assisted the King, striving to change the fate of Sangdao Country, these people would never be "activated." This part of the National Master’s subordinates would forever be loyal to her.
However, if the National Master "betrayed" the King, the backup plan left by the Master would be activated. The Master had already arranged for a means to restrict the King, holding a ceremony in the depths of the northern sea, which could summon a divine beast that the Master had raised within the submarine volcanic veins!
However, the Master never expected that with the arrival of Origin Resurgence, the divine beast would change, the ceremony would go awry, and almost all of the people he left behind would die in the ceremony.
But the person responsible for presiding over the ceremony, by a stroke of luck, merged with the divine beast. This person was also the National Master’s disciple, named Booth Cliff.
The kindness of the Master weighs heavily on the National Master, so she never doubted her Master.
Half-human and half-beast Booth Cliff transformed into a faint phantom, drifting past the demon soldiers’ line of defense, quietly entering the Ancient Annihilation Domain beneath the Imperial Tomb.
Dylan and his demon soldiers under his command were both loyal and diligent, but they guarded only emptiness, and anyone who came in was allowed in.
...
Princess Amelia pretended to be a slanted-eyed, tongue-tired, and paralyzed figure, trying every means to be lazy: "Brother is really too heavy, my delicate body really can’t bear it."
Mr. Owen comfortably lay on her back, and because Princess Amelia was short, Mr. Owen still had to lift his legs—the position between the two was uncomfortable for both, but Mr. Owen did not want to change.
"As agreed, run faster."
Little Princess ran panting while Mr. Owen inadvertently yelled, "Giddy-ya!" The little princess was so angry that she almost threw him off. She put her head down and was angry when Mr. Owen suddenly patted her shoulder vigorously: "Look!"
The grassland ahead had come to an end, and an enormous tomb like a mountain appeared. The tomb was entirely built of dark yellow boulders, with a square base, and unlike the world’s mausoleums’ style, it looked like the pyramids from Mr. Owen’s previous life.
Above the tomb hung a dark purple thunder and lightning chain lock, with Thunder Lights flickering occasionally, the power precisely channeled from the apex of the pyramid tomb.
Every time the Thunder Lights flashed, a large number of illusory soul bodies would burst out from the huge burial chamber. Judging from the shapes of the soul bodies, they were of the Bai Clans, creatures, birds, and insects. As the Thunder Lights went out, they all shrank back into the tomb, unwilling or unable to leave.
Little Princess suddenly cheered, "Time is up, you come down, and I’ll go up." The two exchanged their... body positions very skillfully. Mr. Owen was now in a genuine princess carry, sprinting towards the tomb: "What kind of treasure is the Star Tethering Plate that you want?"
The little princess’s eyes darted: "Brother wants to know? I’ll tell you then, this treasure is very similar to Brother’s earthenware jar, and it’s said that as long as you hold it, you can see a moment of the future. However, it seems that it can only be used once every three days, and you can’t see whatever you want, as the future scenes that appear are random."
"But most importantly..." The little princess paused, and said solemnly: "In ancient legends, this treasure can withstand a Heavenly Tribulation!"
While saying this, the little princess secretly observed Mr. Owen’s expression, not missing a single change. However, she could not discern anything from his face.
Still smiling, the little princess further asked, "Do you want it, Brother? If Brother wants it, I can give it to Brother. To ward off the Heavenly Tribulation, such a treasure can hardly be found in the whole Eight Desolations World now."
However, Mr. Owen casually shook his head and refused, "No need, the things agreed upon will be yours."
The little princess lowered her head, a glimmer of doubt still in her eyes.
But Mr. Owen knew that if one day he truly stood under the Heavenly Tribulation, he would still have to rely on Brother. If his Brother couldn’t withstand it, no matter how many "legendary" treasures there were, they would mean nothing.
Half a Shichen (1 hour) later, Mr. Owen finally left the grassland. He put the Little Princess down, and the two began to meditate and heal their various internal injuries without a word.
The "power of water" was terrifying for physical damage, causing many hidden injuries that seemed to have little impact but would break out at critical moments during fighting techniques.
On the side facing them, there was a huge arched gate to the tomb. A mirror hung on the gate captured the figures of the two, and then the figures in the mirror began to move, seemingly rehearsing the future of the two...
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