My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 89 - 88: Demon Beasts of the Revered Lord (Part 1) - Third Update_1

Chapter 89: Chapter 88: Demon Beasts of the Revered Lord (Part 1) - Third Update_1

"What a huge loss." Owen Bertram felt like his heart was bleeding.

He was used to always receiving various benefits after a battle. For example, when he cooperates with his brother, the gains from battle are always much higher than the losses—this is the Bertram’s war economy.

What was the point of fighting if they didn’t make any profit?

Owen then pushed his sister towards Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow, saying, "There’s one more tough opponent to deal with."

Vanessa nodded and promised, "You can fight without worries. I will protect your sister."

Owen did not continue, only looking at his sister.

Verna was even more understanding. She took off the big iron pot from her back and held it up like a shield, "Brother, don’t worry, I’ll protect this sister."

Owen feared that she would not be willing to help, so he reminded her, "All those delicious breakfasts and bag of frost sugar fruit were given by this sister."

Verna’s eyes sparkled, and she nodded vigorously with a slurping sound, "I will definitely protect Clara!"

Vanessa felt offended.

What did Clara mean? Was she praising her figure or mocking her as an easy target?

She compared their figures and found that despite Ava being much shorter, she was at a complete disadvantage except for her chest!

Owen sighed secretly. Verna, don’t be arrogant. You don’t know yet, but the slender waist you despise now might be the pain you can never have in the future!

A graceful waist is a rare treasure.

Owen raised his hand, and the Flying Sword circled around him, as agile as a living fish.

Vanessa felt that Owen’s swordsmanship had an indescribable charm. It wasn’t flashy or filled with fancy moves, but... it seemed like the essence of swordsmanship.

Owen took the lead, stepping on the thick ashes left by the burnt demon beasts, constantly searching for that revered Demon Beasts.

The moment the Gourd Spiritual Fire fell, it disappeared from Owen’s sight. It must still be alive, hidden in the surrounding fog.

However, the fog severely interfered with his perception, and Owen couldn’t judge where it was.

Unseen by Owen’s vision, dark threads spread out from the ashes beneath his feet, controlled by the Demon Beasts hiding in the fog.

During its demonic transformation, it had fused with its five treasures, one of which was the Horizon Bureau’s bronze seal.

This treasure allowed it to command all demon beasts. Although the demon beasts turned to ashes, these threads did not melt and were still in its control. With these threads, it could roughly grasp Owen’s movements.

Demon beasts possessed high intelligence; they just couldn’t restrain their innate bloodthirsty impulses.

Now, the Demon Beasts dared not underestimate Owen Bertram.

However, I can grasp your every move, yet you know nothing about me!

The Demon Beasts moved slightly, its muscles surging and a long bamboo stick emerging. It didn’t notice that in the distance, a pair of icy eyes were watching it coldly.

Owen suddenly heard a faint sound of wind. In the fog, gusts of wind were common.

Upon reaching him, However, the sound made Owen’s face change, and he whipped the Chain Lock down with a clang.

Pop!

The sound of shattering came, as if something had been broken to pieces. Owen couldn’t dodge, a chilly wind grazed his face, leaving a bloody gash and the blood splattered.

Then, more and more gusts of wind followed, brushing past as Owen roared, standing firm without dodging or avoiding.

Gashes appeared all over his body, and in an instant, Owen transformed into a bloody man!

He couldn’t hide. Behind him were Verna and his superior.

Ava, holding onto Vanessa, hid behind the Big Iron Pot. After hearing two clangs, they knew that most of the cold wind was blocked by Owen, but there were still two gusts hitting the Big Iron Pot.

Ava looked worriedly at the pot and only relaxed after discovering that it just left two marks without breaking it.Owen Bertram activated the Peach of Response. The wounds on his body quickly closed, and soon disappeared entirely.

The Demon Beasts secretly nodded, having probed one of Owen Bertram’s abilities.

The Flying Sword whizzed into the mist, precisely where the gloomy wind had just been born.

However, the Flying Sword circled several times and found nothing. The mist was empty. Owen Bertram slightly furrowed his brows, retrieving the Flying Sword and cautiously guarding in front of him.

He shook the Chain Lock and, with a clatter, it transformed: one to two, two to four, four to eight...

Countless chains, like living creatures, spread out from Owen Bertram at the center, reaching into the surrounding mist. The Demon Beasts smirked as if ridiculing him, their mouths oozing with a foul-smelling, sticky liquid.

The chains searched while the revered Lord of the Demon Beasts stepped into the air, his figure hovering in mid-air as more mist condensed around him.

He could move through both heaven and earth, but the range that the Chain Lock could explore was ultimately limited.

Bulging muscles, like iron balls, surged up once more and an ancient Fiddle appeared.

The slender bamboo slip was a trophy he had privately kept from a certain mission. It was one of the bones of a powerful ancient Magical Instrument Folding Fan.

It possessed wind-related divine powers.

This ancient Fiddle was its true Lifebound Artifact, and its sound waves were lethal - like a sharp blade, they could penetrate everything, endlessly!

Sharp claws gently glided across the strings, making a piercing sound - like the cries of a ghost accompanied by the wrathful howling of the wind!

Boom—

The violent wind roared and gathered from all directions towards Owen Bertram. Various swords and knives combined in the wind, becoming even sharper than divine weapons.

Owen Bertram pulled back the Chain Lock, and with a clatter, it coalesced again into the Chain Fortress, protecting the three of them. The wind-borne swords and knives made a clattering sound as they struck the layers of chains but shattered upon impact.

However, the Demon Beasts’ killing move was not limited to this. A sharp sound from the Fiddle rang out, like an arrow or a massive spear. It heavily slammed into the chains.

Boom!

The chains scattered with a clatter, and following it was a second shrieking sound from the Fiddle. Owen Bertram looked up to see a black whirlwind forming dozens of steps away, enveloping a large area of mist, fast approaching!

The Flying Sword flew straight up, colliding heavily with the whirlwind!

Boom—

The raging wind swept away the whirlwind, leaving countless marks on the ground from the shattered wind blades.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The whirlwind arrows kept coming, and Owen Bertram continuously counterattacked with his sword, but he gradually seemed to be losing his strength.

From the eruption of the Magic Wave until now, he had been fighting all along. Including the fierce battle with four hundred Demon Beasts earlier, any cultivator able to persist until now would be deemed a miracle.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow clenched her teeth and held her jade double-edged sword, preparing to go to help, but Verna grabbed her arm. Despite Vanessa’s attempt to break free, she was astonished to find that the little chubby girl’s grip was incredibly strong!

In the mist, the Demon Beasts’ mouths widened even further.

They also had a strong primal instinct to recklessly rush in, tearing the three people into pieces and devouring them one bite at a time.

Bloody, fresh human flesh was the most delicious food.

However, they desperately suppressed this impulse, patiently probing and concealing themselves until now, finally waiting for their prey to show a moment of weakness!

From their wide-open mouths, a strange, crimson, forked tongue sprang out, greedily licking their lips.