My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 455 - 352: Whose Opportunity Is It_2

Chapter 455: Chapter 352: Whose Opportunity Is It_2

Corpse Fiend looked at him suspiciously: "What are you here for? Aren’t you in seclusion?"

The phantom face was one of the avatars of the King of Souls, who said with joy: "Today, while cultivating in seclusion, I suddenly felt that a great opportunity for my breakthrough is approaching. I was initially puzzled about what this opportunity could be, but it turns out that the opportunity came to my doorstep! Hahaha!"

Corpse Fiend scratched his head: "You mean these people?"

"Exactly. This one is from the Fifth Great Realm, Tier-6 Meal. If you had not already advanced to Tier-6, you might have died in a fight with him!" Seeing Corpse Fiend’s disbelief, the King of Souls further explained, "This person cultivates the Myriad Calamity Tribulation Wave Skill. Our chaotic beings are the food and nourishment for his advancement."

Hearing about this rare and evil cultivation technique, Corpse Fiend shuddered. The King of Souls continued, "But this Myriad Calamity Tribulation Wave Skill is precisely the key to my advancement. I won’t be polite anymore, hahaha..."

In the midst of laughter, the phantom face rolled up the corpse of Howell Owen, who had been trampled into a flesh paste, along with his undispersed soul, and transformed it into a dark beam of light that flew back into the Ghost Zone.

After that, Corpse Fiend sensed that inside the two-story building where the King of Souls resided, an incredible momentum suddenly skyrocketed to the Nine Heavens!

...

Owen Bertram found it strange: Colby Dominic had sent someone over in anger to condemn him, so why hadn’t they arrived yet?

Owen Bertram had recently advanced to the first meal of the Fifth Great Realm and devoured the rare Wildland Spirit. He was worried that he wouldn’t have an opponent and wanted to test his power with your attendant. Why didn’t they come after waiting for so long?

"Ethereal Devin!"

Owen Bertram called out, and the personal male secretary immediately entered: "Sir."

"Send someone to find out where Howell Owen and the others have gone."

"Yes."

Ethereal Devin called in his men and sent them out to search. One group came out of Looking Cloud Cliff and encountered a merchant team heading in the direction of Waves Prefecture. The people from the Horizon Bureau galloped past them on horses, and the merchant team obediently stepped aside like ordinary people, keeping their heads down.

However, after the three military officers had passed, they suddenly realized something and stopped their horses, turning back and shouting, "Stop!"

The merchant team slowly stopped, and the three military officers galloped into them, aiming straight at a bearded guard leader.

"You!" The leading military officer, with hawk-like eyes, pointed at him with a horsewhip: "Show me your identification papers!"

The host of the merchant team immediately came forward with a smile, holding silver coins in his hand: "Gentlemen, please give us a break..."

But the guard leader gave a cunning smile, and a Strange Snake flew out of his collar. As fast as lightning, the snake’s flat, sharp tail sliced across the throats of the three military officers!

Whoosh-

Blood spurted out, and the three military officers clutched their throats, their eyes bulging. They looked at the guard leader reaching out, but ultimately, they couldn’t say a word and fell off their horses. The blood instantly dyed the ground red.

The host turned pale in fright: "Why go so far? They just wanted to extort some money."

The guard leader’s aura changed, staring fiercely at the host: "I’ve had enough on this journey! Since the mastermind has been found, I must slaughter them all within the weak Wood Dynasty. These people are all under the mastermind, so it’s only right to kill them early. What’s wrong with that?

I don’t need you to tell me what to do!"

The Strange Snake hovered in mid-air, its tail pointing at the host. The host, his face ashen, dared not say another word.

The guard leader tore off his outer clothes, revealing a completely different style of clothing underneath that was alien to the Wood Dynasty. He smeared something on his face, removing his disguise, and revealed a face with sunken eyes, curly reddish hair and a hooked nose.

If Owen Bertram were here, he might recognize him: Red Clan!

As the guard leader revealed his true identity, four more guards took off their disguises with vicious laughter, gathered in front of the leader, and looked ferocious. To the people of the Wood Dynasty, their faces resembled ghosts and goblins.

The host secretly cursed himself for his foolishness. He knew these people were suspicious, but he still allowed them to join the team because of the benefits offered by the Lester people. Now a huge catastrophe loomed!

One of the Red Clan members stepped forward and asked the leader in their language: "Your Excellency, what shall we do next?"

"Kill our way to the Summit Metropolitan Office, eliminate that person, then disguise ourselves again and return to Nanni Nation with the merchant team."

"Do we have to stay with these filthy Dynasty people?" someone grumbled discontentedly: "Everything about them is ridiculous, their actions are all blasphemous to the gods, and I thought we could soon behead them, break their ribs, and offer their hearts to the gods..."

"Alarak, shut up!" The leader scolded: "These people are our cover, and you are not allowed to touch a finger of theirs! Without them, we cannot return to the southern part of this continent, and the information we’ve gathered for the teaching nation about the Wood Dynasty cannot be sent back, which is our true mission!"

The other Red Clansmen also complained, filled with deep-seated disgust, contempt, and hatred for everything in the Wood Dynasty.

The leader emphasized once more: "The intelligence we have collected is crucial for our teaching nation’s plan to conquer this land!"

He glared angrily at his subordinates: "Killing the mastermind behind it is just a favor we’ve casually promised to the people of the Lester Nation!