My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 853 - 460: Shadow of the Past_1

Chapter 853: Chapter 460: Shadow of the Past_1

"How dare you!" The Sixth Realm Elder couldn’t understand what was happening and was infuriated. The Ancestral Spirits were not Ghost Spirits, so the magical artifacts that generally restrained Ghost Spirits had little effect on them. However, he didn’t know that the Commander’s Token was not an ordinary artifact for restraining Ghost Spirits and had already obtained the authority of the Miniature Underworld!

With just a moment’s effort, all twenty-four Heroic Spirits of the Johnson Clan were extinguished. These Heroic Spirits didn’t vanish out of thin air but were absorbed into the Commander’s Token. Owen Bertram was overjoyed, as among these spirits there were three from the Sixth Realm and the rest from the Fifth Realm — excellent Ghost General material! Although they had fallen to a lower realm as Heroic Spirits, if they became Ghost Generals, their cultivation would be faster and would definitely add three Tier-6 combat powers in the future.

Master Lane is stingy, unwilling to share the treasures of the Johnson Clan, but these Heroic Spirits are also precious treasures.

"Ah—" The Sixth Realm Elder went completely mad, stepping onto the Sun Illuminating Mirror and charging towards Owen Bertram.

Already containing twenty-four Heroic Spirits, the Bone Mace and the Sun Illuminating Mirror were a long shot for Owen, who had no fear of the Elder. He spread his hands, and the Five-toothed Flying Sword and the Ice and Snow Divine Sword burst forth. The three Tier-7 magical weapons attacked the Sun Illuminating Mirror, causing earth-shattering damage with each confrontation and nearly knocking down the Sixth Realm Elder.

At this time, outside the fortress, the Earth Veins’ energy was still raging, causing roaring waves to batter Owen’s domain. The massive force squeezed his domain, gradually shrinking it. However, it was still far from reaching the core area of the battle.

Inside the fortress, the three thousand Horizon Bureau Captains were like wolves and tigers while the Johnson Clan’s morale was low. The Clan Leader said that Owen Bertram and Master Lane couldn’t enter the fortress gate, but with just a wave of their hands, all the exterior defenses of the fortress became void.

The Elder claimed he could rival the Seventh Realm, but facing Owen Bertram of the Sixth Realm, all he could do was roar in anger, clearly at a disadvantage.

How could anyone have confidence?

...

Master Lane sat on a small hill dozens of miles away, holding a jar of Tea Wine but not drinking it. He stared at the fortress battlefield, his face calm.

He wasn’t worried about this battle. During his self-directed Mini-world performance, Owen Bertram had killed three Sixth Realm harassers for him. Those were powerful Sixth Realms from enemy countries; the Johnson Clan Elder was nothing in comparison.

A Sixth Realm corrupted by the world’s hustle and bustle, however many tricks he prepared, would not pose any threat to Owen Bertram.

Master Lane had launched this operation immediately after his success in the Mini-world performance, for deeper reasons.

"It’s almost over." He muttered to himself, stood up, picked up the jar of wine, and walked towards the fortress. He controlled his speed perfectly, arriving at the edge of Owen’s domain just as Owen finished dealing with the Johnson Clan’s Sixth Realm Elder and unlocked the radiance within his domain. Light returned to the land within a 120-mile radius.

The fighting in the fortress continued, but in the light, high above the Ancestral Hall, Owen Bertram floating in the air had already clarified the outcome of the Sixth Realm battle.

The Johnson Clan was utterly defeated.

Master Lane entered the Ancestral Hall and threw the jar of wine to Owen Bertram: "Your victory wine." Owen took it and drank heartily, seeing that Master Lane didn’t mention the Sun Illuminating Mirror, he quietly tucked the treasure away for himself.

"You need to hurry back to the Summit Metropolitan Office right away; His Majesty needs you to persuade him." Master Lane said, "I will send the three thousand servants over to you later."

"Alright." Owen Bertram didn’t drag his feet, finishing his drink and departing at once. He didn’t mention the deal he’d made earlier with Master Lane about selecting a treasure from the Johnson Clan, since he’d secretly kept even more for himself.

Towards the end of this case, Owen Bertram had realized one of Master Lane’s underlying purposes: to show everyone in the kingdom that Summit Metropolitan Office and East Prison Town Commander Owen Bertram still accepted the command of Commander-in-Chief Master Lane and was still his trusted confidant.

This would save them both a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Some overly clever people would inevitably speculate that after Owen Bertram’s promotion to the Sixth Realm, he would not be content remaining under Master Lane. Based on these speculations, people would make plans that, although doomed to fail, would waste the two men’s energy.

Despite feeling a bit uncomfortable knowing that Master Lane was testing him, Owen couldn’t really blame him, since it was his own suspicions getting the better of him. Could a person who trusted you enough to let you watch their Mini-world performance not trust you?

Owen Bertram had played along with Master Lane’s performance, and the appearance fee was quite generous. On his way back to the Summit Metropolitan Office, he fed the broken Clan Leader magical instrument to his second brother, hoping to exchange it for a powerful defensive magical instrument.

He couldn’t rely on the Gourd for protection in every dangerous situation.

The Clan Leader also had two Tier-6 Flying Swords, but Owen wasn’t interested in them. Although they were indeed Tier-6 overall, their attributes and power weren’t particularly outstanding.

"I don’t lack Flying Swords now. Feeding them to my second brother would be a waste, so it’s better to reward them to my subordinates." With Owen’s great influence now, he needed to distinguish between rewards and punishment clearly. As befitting his position, he could not offer ordinary treasures. The two Tier-6 Flying Swords were just right.