My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 844 - 457: The Fate of a Running Dog_3

Chapter 844: Chapter 457: The Fate of a Running Dog_3

After this battle, he might need to recuperate for more than half a year and would never be able to return to the form of a normal person. However, he could survive, and for the first time, he had the upper hand in the battle with the Bone Mace.

But in front of him, a crack in the void suddenly opened, and a small Flying Sword sprang out. Then, with a rumble of thunder, it turned into a hundred-foot size, unleashing a fierce Annihilation Demon Sword strike.

Suladar opened his five fingers on his other hand, which was the size of a palm leaf fan, withstood the Five-toothed Flying Sword, and was pushed back by the powerful force continuously. Each step left a deep footprint on the ground, surrounded by shattered fissures.

"Hehehehe..." he laughed with a wide grin, his teeth turning into hook shapes, and the corners of his mouth tearing to the back of his ears. However, he had already withstood the attacks of these two powerful Magical Instruments. According to his understanding, the Magical Instruments of the Wood Dynasty were similar to their Divine Artifacts. The more powerful they were, the harder it was to control them. If his opponent was controlling two such powerful Magical Instruments, how could he have any energy left?

However, the next moment, another sword with frost leaped from the void, and with just one stab, the terrible cold air froze Suladar and the ground underneath him together!

The Ice and Snow Divine Sword continuously released a terrible chill, freezing Suladar from the inside out into an ice sculpture.

The Bone Mace moved slightly, and the entire ice sculpture shattered with a crack, breaking into pieces and falling apart, Suladar’s body crumbling.

In these shattered pieces, the strange medicinal effect from the injections still lingered. Each piece was wriggling forcefully; some wanted to burrow into the ground, some tried to grow a pair of fleshy wings to fly away, and others desperately tried to turn into a small Suladar...

Owen Bertram released a gourd, poured spiritual flame downwards, and raging flames filled the ground.

Those fragments squeaked and scattered in all directions, but a golden light surged from the Great Formation, trapping them, and slowly turning them to ashes.

However, Owen Bertram frowned; something was amiss. He felt that he hadn’t completely killed the fellow. That’s because the Black Flame Brand in his soul didn’t show up.

But after several inspections, Owen Bertram found nothing, so he stopped bothering about it: Even if Suladar had escaped, he must have destroyed most of his power anyway. It would probably take him several hundred years to recover.

He couldn’t help but admit that the Cultivation system of the Red Barbarians was indeed unique, and he didn’t know how this fellow had managed to escape.

...

In a small town within the jurisdiction of the South Prison Town Comforting Office, close to Nanni Nation, there was a wealthy family with the surname Collins. The villagers spread rumors about their massive business empire, and every year their Merchant Team traveled back and forth between the south and the north, earning so much money that it had to be transported by dozens of mules.

What no one knew was that one of the two dogs from the Wood Dynasty by Suladar’s side had the surname Cheng.

At the same time as Suladar’s death, a child in the Collins family’s outer courtyard discovered that his favorite toy from the Nanni Nation could suddenly talk to him!

This toy was goods that their family brought from Nanni Nation. The sales were not good, so they still had a lot of stock left. As a result, every child in the family got one. This kid was just an ordinary member of the outer courtyard. Life was hard for him, and this was his only toy.

He had already started his Cultivation, so he naturally heard many legends about adventures. He felt this was his chance, and he dared not tell anyone.

...

In King Port of Nanni Nation, the Fourth Tribunal Lord was handling a mountain of official business with the help of several Tier-2 attendants. Suddenly, everyone saw him stop and his face showed a trace of sorrow and reminiscence.

"Suladar has sacrificed his life for our country. He was a hero!"

The attendants were shocked. The Power of Six Mountains had actually fallen?! One by one, they all looked dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. The Fourth Judge glanced at the crowd, then said: "I need a new Tier-1 attendant."

Greedy radiance burned in everyone’s eyes.

However, in the heart of the Fourth Judge, he was cursing without any grace, "What an idiot! If I had a second chance to choose, I would never have chosen to support your promotion to the Power of Six Mountains."

Both of the important tasks failed in a row, and you are dead. I have lost all my investments in you. What a waste!"

...

Miles was secretly shocked, this was far from just bluffing, it was even more overwhelming than the previous battle against the Great Heavenly Centipede. The Red Barbarian’s Power of Six Mountains was suppressed from the beginning and never really gained the upper hand.

From the looks of it, the Guardian’s initial concealment was to lure the enemy deeper, fearing they might run away.

However, as a Guardian, your primary task should be to protect Master Lane’s success in creating the Mini-world. Victory is achieved if the enemy runs away. Yet you are so confident that you have to kill all the enemies?!

Miles’ emotions rose and fell, not long ago, he was regretting having lost a good opportunity, but now he felt lucky to have been cautious. If he had really gone out to kill, he might have fared no better than the Red Barbarian...

And now he was even more torn: What should I do?

Given the strength and means displayed by the Guardian in the two battles, he had no confidence in winning, and once trapped in the Great Formation, it would not be easy to escape from the unfavorable situation.

"Don’t be impatient!" Miles admonished himself, "My goal is to destroy Master Lane’s Mini-world creation. Wait a little longer, find a good chance to ruin Master Lane’s plan, and I’ll leave immediately without getting entangled with the Guardian..."

As he was building up his confidence, he suddenly heard a girl’s laughter near his ear. The hair on the back of Miles’s neck stood up, and his figure disappeared instantly, turning into dozens of gentle winds blowing in all directions.

When it came to the art of concealment, Miles believed that he was rarely matched in the entire Eastern Land. For example, the powerful Guardian hadn’t discovered him yet.

He was tens of miles away, in the cave of a giant bear, where he re-formed his figure. However, his appearance was half-real and half-illusory, floating like a shadow. The giant bear was sound asleep in the cave, completely unaware of the terrifying presence beside it.

Miles sensed his surroundings and found no other presence. After a while, the laughter stopped.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Good thing my escape technique is unparalleled."

However, after thinking about it, that laughter seemed strange and stiff, and he didn’t know why. He quietly left the bear’s cave, hesitated for a moment, and couldn’t decide whether or not to return and continue carrying out the mission given by the National Master.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a little girl’s voice, "So stinky..." and it was unmistakably the same person who had laughed earlier.

Cold sweat broke out on Miles’ forehead, and he bit his teeth hard but did not continue to escape. He knew he couldn’t shake off this little tail. So stinky? What’s so stinky? Miles understood with a single thought that the other party hadn’t followed him because they couldn’t stand the stench from the bear’s den.

It really was a little girl.

His illusory figure turned solid, holding a divine artifact in his hand, and asked, "Are you playing tricks on me, Your Excellency?"

A little girl with dark red eyes appeared before him, with countless blood threads floating behind her, extending into nothingness.

The Mesmerizing Demon had already reached Tier-6, and when she told her master that she would take three days, she meant it. Mesmerizing Demon’s support was one of the main reasons Owen Bertram dared to protect Master Lane alone.

After this promotion, her control of the blood threads reached a new level. Those blood threads no longer needed to be connected directly to her body, floating around her like a pair of wings.

Her eyes had turned dark red, possibly due to the influence of the Bronze Ancient Coffin. However, this color was less eerie and terrifying than the previous bright red, but rather... added a touch of sinister charm.

After staying with Owen for years, the Mesmerizing Demon had become much more cheerful. Just now, she found Miles and let out a light giggle because of her lively nature as a little girl, thinking that playing "hide and seek" was quite fun. Memories of certain scenes emerged.

However, she scared Miles.

The Mesmerizing Demon really wanted to explain that she wasn’t a naughty girl who liked to tease people, but opening her mouth, her speech was still a bit stiff, and she finally uttered two simple words, "No."

Their persuasive power was quite weak, and Miles obviously didn’t believe her. Moreover, facing such a sinister being, Miles became even more vigilant.

He couldn’t help but observe the blood threads behind the Mesmerizing Demon. They seemed to have lives of their own, each one stirring softly. The blood threads penetrated directly into the void, and he understood why he had been exposed: these blood threads could probably sense the entire emptiness, and his concealment technique was just that - concealment, not true disappearance, and he remained hidden in the void.

Miles asked solemnly, "What do you want? A life-and-death battle between Sixth Realm warriors would bring great losses."