My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 50 - 49 Justice!

50: Chapter 49: Justice!

50 -49: Justice!

By now it was already mid-afternoon, Little Loach stuck its head out by the riverside, looking confused: Where’s my elder brother?

What about the Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird we talked about?

Am I just an abandoned child?

Inside the cave, Owen Bertram was working enthusiastically: The success rate of this modification may not be as high as before since I don’t have the Refining Diagram Records to help me.

Owen Bertram failed three times in a row, but finally managed to make the Drum Speed Shooting Version God-slaying Breaker!

“Hahahaha!” he laughed loudly, confidently holding the Gatling Version…

No, at most it can be considered the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker, ready to do some test shooting.

“Not possible inside the cave, there isn’t enough space.”

He took the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker out and looked down from an elevated position for a target.

“Eh?

Is there really such a thing on the riverside?” Owen Bertram’s eyes lit up, secretly aiming at a group of fat rats more than a hundred feet below.

…

A few shichen (2 hours) earlier, when Owen Bertram left the riverside, black ink-like lines in the river water gathered from all directions to re-form Blair.

He crawled ashore, not a drop of river water on him.

Then, two dim green flames appeared in his eyes, scanning the area where Owen Bertram had just been.

He had a secret method to track or curse Owen Bertram.

“As long as it’s a person, there must be hair that falls off.” Blair kept searching, then scratched his head in confusion: “How can it be that there’s not even a single hair left behind?!”

“That doesn’t make sense!”

Blair didn’t believe it, so he strengthened his dark magic, doubling the size of the green flames in his eyes, causing burning pain.

Repeatedly searching several times, he still couldn’t find a single hair!

“What’s going on?”

With such delay, how could he still find traces of Owen Bertram?

He spent the entire morning searching the area and found nothing.

“Damn it!”

“Hmph, you think you can stump me with this?

I have many secret techniques.”

He spun in place, his body turning into a black mist that fell to the ground with a splash, becoming hundreds of fat rats.

The rats had red eyes and moved quickly, spreading out in different directions to search for Owen Bertram’s trail.

One particularly large “Rat King” did not move, staying in the center, coordinating the efforts of the other rats.

Whenever any of them discovered something, they would report back to the Rat King, who would then assign more rats to further investigate based on the different clues.

The rats scurried back and forth, Owen Bertram, high above like an owl, happened to see the rat pack!

He was at a cliff entrance a hundred feet away, raised the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker, and gently pulled the trigger.

Thunk thunk thunk…

The God-slaying Breaker’s firing speed was extremely fast, and the arrow speed was also very fast.

Owen Bertram didn’t need to aim carefully, as this weapon was all about “firepower suppression”!

A large rain of arrows shot suddenly, and the rats didn’t even know what was happening.

In an instant, seven or eight were shot and overturned, each with three or four crossbow arrows embedded in them!

The Rat King’s body, which concealed Blair’s main consciousness, was stunned by the scene: God-slaying Breaker!

It recognized the weapon immediately since its own clone had used the magical instrument before.

But how many God-slaying Breakers would need to be fired simultaneously to create such an arrow rain?

Do you know how expensive the crossbow arrows that come with a God-slaying Breaker are?

What a waste!

The Rat King covered its head and fled, followed by a large group of rats.

Owen Bertram began sweeping fire with the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker.

Inside his brocade pouch, he had prepared ten drum magazines, each with seventy-two crossbow arrows.

Once one was empty, he quickly replaced it with the next.

Blair’s rat pack, consisting of a total of 120 rats, rapidly dwindled in number under Owen Bertram’s unreasonable barrage.

Even the Rat King, in which the main consciousness was housed, was shot dead by seven or eight crossbow arrows.

His main consciousness suffered severe damage, but luckily, he was able to transfer it out at the most critical moment and place it in an ordinary rat before losing it again to another set of three or four crossbow arrows.

Transferring again…

Arrows rained down like splashes of water and another death ensued.

Rats running all over the ground, Blair felt on the verge of a meltdown.

Can they even afford this?

In the end, his main consciousness was transferred to a rat far away who hadn’t returned yet.

Despite still sustaining significant damage, he managed to survive.

Most of the rat pack was wiped out, leaving only the last five or six.

They were all far away, and when they encountered an attack, they immediately hid and were not discovered by Owen Bertram.

Blair gathered these few rats, regrouping them with tears in his eyes.

In the cave, Owen Bertram patted the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker with satisfaction: “Not bad, put on two more, prepare more crossbow arrows as auxiliary weapons for the Mechanical Dao Soldiers to deal with large numbers of mobs.”

“When facing a real opponent, use the Howling of the Wolf.”

It was getting late, Owen Bertram packed up his things and returned the same way he came, passing by the field of rat corpses without giving them a second look.

If it were another cultivator, they might have noticed some clues upon seeing the rat corpses, but Owen Bertram’s knowledge of cultivation was almost a blank slate.

He arrived at the riverside, ignoring Little Loach’s strong plea to spend another night outside, caught it, and stuffed it into the Wooden Bottle.

“Behave and go home with me, don’t cause trouble outside.”

Little Loach protested: What about today’s Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird?

Did you slack off all day?

Owen Bertram pretended not to hear.

Upon returning to the village, he saw a stooping figure up ahead, leaning on a tree branch, walking with difficulty.

Owen Bertram recognized him as the recently arrived Blair, and immediately felt sympathetic: being new to the village, he must not be accustomed to the cold poison, and going to collect pearls in the river may have resulted in injury.

He enthusiastically approached and supported Blair’s arm from behind: “Uncle, let me take you home.”

Blair’s entire body stiffened up like a cat being strangled by fate, unable to move.

He slowly turned his neck to look at Owen Bertram, whose eyes were full of sincerity and without a trace of other thoughts.

Blair cursed in his heart: You scared the hell out of me.

Well, now he knew why this fellow didn’t leave any hair behind.

He forced a smile: “No, no need, I can do it myself.”

“No need to be polite,” Owen Bertram laughed, “We’re from the same village, we should help each other.”

“Haha, it’s really not necessary.” Blair barely moved, stiff as Owen Bertram’s strong hand led him forward: “Let’s go, get home and rest.”

Blair’s legs remained frozen, while Owen Bertram supported him, their feet scraping long marks on the ground.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow had been waiting for Owen Bertram at the entrance of the village, seeing him return she called out: “Hey, Owen Bertram—”