My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 602 - 393: Dawn Gathering_3

Chapter 602: Chapter 393: Dawn Gathering_3

Andrew Oamond even saw that when the radiance fell overhead, it seemed to have a certain magnetism, pinning the warriors in place. Their faces clearly showed extreme fear, but their bodies remained motionless.

The sword energy waves did not arise without the wind, it seemed that a killing wind from the void was blowing, brushing over the bodies of the warriors. Below the Fifth Great Domain, the warriors had completely turned into rotting sand.

The Fifth Great Domain persisted through the first layer of sword energy waves, but their skins were torn, and their flesh exposed. After the second layer of sword energy waves, their flesh and blood split apart! By the third layer, only a skeleton was left. After the fourth layer... everything became void, with both the soul and bones dissipating!

Andrew Oamond laughed loudly on the spot, his voice shaking the sky, as he raised his fist towards the Sacrifice Platform: "Thank you, my lord! Congratulations, my lord!"

Master Lane’s sword had far exceeded the strength and realm he had previously demonstrated! Although Andrew Oamond had only received Master Lane’s order tonight to be responsible for clearing out the remaining forces in the General Government, he did not know the details of Harrison Ainsworth’s conspiracy. There was no doubt that Master Lane had gained significant benefits.

Owen Bertram solved the problem for Andrew Oamond and the others with a single sword strike - as relaxed as breathing out. The various measures gathered from the five meals were all displayed together - clearing up some missed targets was all that was left, but Owen Bertram didn’t need to worry about it. He just needed to focus on interrogating Tier-6 Great Demons on the Sacrifice Platform.

However, the results were laughable and elicited tears from Owen Bertram: these Tier-6 Great Demons had died in such ancient times that their memories had been wiped clean over the long years.

It resulted in an incomprehensible situation where these fellows placed great importance on the notion of "memory"!

When they captured Harrison Ainsworth, they found that he had an abundance of memories! So they began fighting over him, and in the end, Harrison Ainsworth’s soul was torn into six or seven pieces, with each Tier-6 Great Demon grabbing one.

But... it soon turned into a cake-sharing problem. One felt that the piece you grabbed was larger than mine, so he needed to grab back some from you.

Another felt that you grabbed a bit too much, so it was unacceptable, and he needed to take back his share...

Thus, Harrison Ainsworth’s soul was torn more and more to pieces! When Owen Bertram came looking, he faced a pile of fragmented memories. It was now up to Owen Bertram himself to piece them together...

It may sound simple, but the life of a Tier-6 Power Realm Commander of the Horizon Bureau was exciting, with incredibly rich experiences and a very long life. The memories were naturally intricate, and piecing them together was incredibly difficult - countless times harder than the most challenging puzzles in Owen Bertram’s past life.

Master Lane tried and gave up, only hoping to find clues from those memory fragments, which wasn’t easy either. The matter of Harrison Ainsworth’s treasure had to be temporarily shelved, and Master Lane sighed with regret. At least Owen Bertram knew one place: the closed-off area in the General Government where Harrison Ainsworth had been staying.

Harrison Ainsworth’s often-used Magic Treasures must be there.

...

When the day dawned, everything was normal in the Capital. The city gates opened on time, the merchants from the north and south entered and exited as usual, and the city that had been quiet all night gradually awakened in the morning light, bustling with vitality and noise.

The ordinary people of the Capital did not know what great event had taken place last night. In fact, besides the South Prison Town Comforting Office and the General Government, hardly anyone knew. Harrison Ainsworth’s scheme was very secretive, and Abner Lane’s targeted operation had even better confidentiality! However, such a major event would inevitably affect the development of the Horizon Bureau in the future and have a far-reaching impact on the long-term trend of the entire Wood Dynasty Imperial Court.

As for the follow-up actions, they would not disturb ordinary people either.

Abner Lane had been staying at Adonis Dunn’s residence since his return last night. Master Dunn remained calm but seemed slightly more taciturn than usual.

At his age, Master Dunn should be able to conceal his emotions, but could he really forget the humiliation and hatred of the past? Were it not for that incident, Master Dunn might be a completely different person now.

It wasn’t until the sky was about to brighten that Abner Lane softly said: "Sir, good and evil will eventually be repaid, even though it’s already too late..."

Adonis Dunn’s aged face suddenly trembled uncontrollably. He closed his eyes tightly, and two old tears streamed down.

...

Owen Bertram returned to the city with Andrew Oamond and the others. When they arrived outside the city gate, a few generals discussed and divided the tasks: One general took some men to Geoff Ford’s residence, while the remaining generals took most of the men and followed Owen Bertram to the General Government.

Owen Bertram laughed freely, looked at Andrew Oamond and the others, and asked, "Are you all tired after a night of battle?""Not tired!" The people of the South Prison Town Comforting Office shouted in unison, their eyes gleaming. After so many years, the General government had always been nominally above them, but today they finally shook off this burden!

The capital camp soldiers at the city gate looked at the group of fierce men from Horizon Bureau gathered outside their gate. Their ferocious and terrifying appearances were intimidating...

Owen Bertram laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Good, follow me into the city—"

The troops of South Prison Town Comforting Office rolled in. The capital camp soldiers obediently pressed their backs against the city gate, making way for others. A search? There’s no need for that now.

...

Underneath the Rewarding Merits Tower in the General government, Old Camel had been making various preparations since last night. He originally intended to send some people away, but when he reached the entrance, he changed his mind: The area outside the General government was tightly sealed with secret guards.

Old Camel stood at the entrance of the General government in the dark of the night and chuckled a few times with a throat full of phlegm: "To cut grass, you must remove the roots; Abner Lane is indeed a great and ambitious man."

If the people from the General government did escape, who knows if there would be fools who inherited Harrison Ainsworth’s wishes or ambitious men among them? The troublesome wildfires would never end.

Old Camel stood at the entrance, staring into the night where secret guards were also vigilantly watching him. Old Camel was quite skilled, and even now, no one could be sure of his true level of strength.

If he decided to fight to the death now, taking his men to break through... the strongmen of the South Prison Town Comforting Office were all outside the city, and these secret guards really weren’t confident they could stop him.

But Old Camel hesitated for a good while before turning around and personally closing the General government’s door and pushing the thick bolt in place.

The secret guards let out a collective sigh of relief.

Lord Liam, not far away on a roof, snorted coldly and loosened his fist. Then, he floated away like a swift, diving into the warm arms of a beautiful woman and crawling under the covers, saying: "Have you warmed up the bed for dear sister? Working so late in the evening, I’m too diligent. Mmm mmm mmm... so warm."

Soft sweetness enveloped his heart, and he couldn’t help but think maliciously: One day, you, with the surname Lane, will obediently warm up the bed for me!

But, what about these sisters in the Education Bureau then?

Maybe, together?

...

Owen Bertram led his men through the capital, attracting attention from many people. Since the General government was no longer in charge, the area was handed over to the Central Prison. The capital’s people hadn’t seen such an imposing large-scale action from the Horizon Bureau for many years.

Pedestrians dodged to the sides, guessing what big event was about to happen? At the entrance of a roadside teahouse, a storyteller who had just gotten up and stepped outside to take care of his nightly business saw the scene before him and already formulated a series of legendary stories based on it. For the next three years, he would have plenty of material to make a living!

The street in front of the General government’s door was deserted and clean, making it stand out in the increasingly bustling capital. Suddenly, the sound of marching soldiers came from the other end of the street at a rapid pace, stopping abruptly at the entrance of the General government!

Obviously, they were an elite force with strict discipline!

Master Sun stepped forward slowly and tapped on the thick rings of the ancient bronze doors.

Knock knock knock!

It seemed that the people inside had long been prepared, as a series of slow and heavy footsteps approached, followed by Old Camel’s voice: "Here you are."

The door bolt was pulled out, and the heavy doors were pulled open, revealing Old Camel’s withered, wrinkled face. Due to his humped back, he always looked down, so it always seemed like he was rolling his eyes when looking at people. Seeing Owen Bertram, he couldn’t help but cough and chuckle: "It’s you, lad."

Owen Bertram stood with his hands behind his back, ignoring the inexplicable sense of superiority this man emanated in his presence, and kicked the door open with one foot.