My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 53 - 52 Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper Third Update!

53: Chapter 52: Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper (Third Update!)

53: Chapter 52: Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper (Third Update!)

Owen Bertram ran into Uncle Yao halfway, and Uncle Yao said to him, “The newcomer probably won’t last these few days.”

“Who?”

“Blair.”

Owen Bertram then remembered, he had met that person yesterday, but he was a strange fellow who stubbornly refused to accept his kindness.

The two shook their heads, as this kind of thing was too common.

The three-year term of Extinct Village meant that ordinary people could only live for up to three years, and most didn’t even make it that long.

The two separated by the Hunshui River, and Owen Bertram continued on towards the river.

Upon arriving at the river, he released Little Loach, who wrapped its whiskers around Owen Bertram, acting coquettishly to keep him from leaving.

Owen Bertram had no choice but to give in: “All right, all right, I’ll do everything I can to help you find the last two Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Birds today.

Is that okay?”

Only then did Little Loach let go, and it dove headfirst into the vast river water.

Owen Bertram shook his head helplessly, as he had originally planned to refine the Howling of the Wolf today.

Oh well, he had to keep his word to his elder brother.

But it was rather strange; the more he tried to find them, the more elusive they became.

More than half the morning had passed, and while he had found a bunch of other water birds, he hadn’t spotted a single Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird.

Owen Bertram was quite anxious, wanting to resolve the matter quickly so he could focus on the Howling of the Wolf.

So, nearing noon, he finally discovered a Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird and excitedly leaped out, raising the Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breaker to fire a series of shots, turning the Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird into a sieve…

In the late afternoon, Owen Bertram finally found the second Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Bird and handed it to Little Loach, allowing him to focus on refining the device at last.

However, time was running short, so Owen Bertram simply refined three Bobo Sand Plate Shattering God Breakers.

This was another form of practice; after refining the four God-slaying Breakers, Owen Bertram had a more solid grasp of some refining techniques.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Owen Bertram asked Little Loach for the Chain Lock Magical Instrument it had promised him in exchange for the Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Birds.

Reluctantly, Little Loach spit out a section of chain.

Owen Bertram’s eyes widened: “What is this?

A bracelet?!”

It was only as thick as a hemp rope and just long enough to circle his wrist.

What the hell?

Other people’s Chain Lock Magical Instruments could coil around one arm like a giant python and rattle loudly, appearing extremely impressive. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Why was his Chain Lock Magical Instrument so delicate?

Little Loach gave him a “you’re clueless” look and then dove back into the river water.

“You!” Owen Bertram couldn’t help but feel that this fellow had skimped on materials.

Over a dozen Chain-tailed Dangling Fishing Birds should have been enough to make a thick and powerful chain.

He picked up this “Chain Lock Magical Instrument” – even in his previous life, this would have been a woman’s style.

Owen Bertram tried channeling spiritual energy from the spiritual cavity under his lower abdomen into the Chain Lock Magical Instrument.

“Clang clang clang…”

In the crisp sound of metal friction, a huge black iron chain appeared, and Owen Bertram felt as if he was holding a giant python in his hand – this was not a man’s false self-indulgence, but a truly tangible sensation.

This thing was agile and strong; when he twisted it, Owen Bertram felt somewhat unable to control it entirely.

As long as he willed it, the chain could keep extending endlessly, as long as Owen Bertram’s spiritual energy was enough to support it.

It could even multiply from one to two, two to four, four to eight…

and endlessly derive further.

The power of the Chain Lock is extremely formidable, and it not only restrains cultivators but also binds souls and evil ghosts!

“Everything about it is good, but it’s just too girly.” Owen Bertram withdrew his spiritual energy, and the chain lock quietly turned into an exquisite bracelet.

Owen Bertram looked at it, still not having the courage to wear it on his wrist, so he just put it into the brocade pouch.

For the whole day, Little Loach messed around in the Hunshui River, swimming wildly downstream.

At another river outlet, it ran into a Tier-3 or Tier-4 demon beast, which frightened it and made it hurriedly scurry back, not daring to misbehave for some time.

Owen Bertram attempted to craft the Howling of the Wolf.

Compared to the God-slaying Breaker, this magical instrument was several times more challenging to create!

Owen Bertram worked on it until dusk before finally succeeding.

But Owen Bertram was very dissatisfied, shook his head, and dismantled it again.

Although the Howling of the Wolf has many advantages, it also has its flaws, such as the excessive consumption of Spirit Jade and a slightly longer shooting interval.

Owen Bertram knew very well that to reduce the consumption, he would inevitably have to lower the power – high power and cost-saving…

at least under the current magical instrument framework of the Howling of the Wolf, it’s impossible to achieve.

However, based on his experience in his previous life, he had some other ideas, such as setting fixed ammunition.

For instance, different bullet powers of the same caliber.

This way, the firing speed can be increased, and he can change bullets directly.

It can also relatively save Spirit Jade; when dealing with not-so-strong enemies, he can use low-power ammunition.

This design concept is simple, almost any ordinary person in Owen Bertram’s previous world could have thought of it.

But wanting to implement it on the Howling of the Wolf is very challenging.

This modification has another advantage – completely erase the traces of Howling of the Wolf.

In the future, even if it’s exposed, it won’t be traced back by the Wood Dynasty.

This is different from the God-slaying Breaker.

Owen Bertram spent the next few days studying this thing; he even gave it a nickname called “Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper.”

In these few days, some other things happened as well.

For example, Master Basil and Uncle both thought that Blair, who couldn’t hold on for a few days, actually survived!

This fellow locked himself in his house and coughed for several days.

Early this morning, he surprisingly opened the door and went pearl picking, looking quite energetic.

Blair knew very well that he had used another avatar to replenish his body.

This was already the fourth avatar that he had invested in the Extinct Village!

Even if, compared to orthodox cultivators, avatars of magical beasts were easier to obtain, he had no inventory left now.

With four avatars going out, his main body’s strength sharply declined!

If someone were to discover his main body at this time, he would be in great danger, and he could only flee in all likelihood.

“I can’t waste the power of my avatars anymore, don’t bother with Owen Bertram!

Don’t investigate the Ancient Corpse either!

Focus on finding out about Burning Hillock.”

So, Blair headed straight to Hunshui River, and after diving into the water, he went through the waterway and directly to the large dirt mound behind the village.

…

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow received a message from the Horizon Bureau and arrived in the County Town early in the morning to welcome a famous Prescott.

This person was well acquainted with Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow.

Their families lived close by, and the two clans had some origins.

Vanessa, she grew up beautiful, talented, with outstanding cultivation progress.

On the other hand, Prescott was secretly jealous all along.

In front of the elders, the two were friendly and harmonious, but when only the two of them were left, they would spit at each other.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow had always been suppressing Prescott until she joined the Horizon Bureau.

Prescott condensed the Heterotext early on, worked diligently in his official duties, and finally became the youngest Prescott of Waves Prefecture three months ago.

However, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was always stuck at the Heterotext level.

Prescott insisting that it was his perception that condensed the Heterotext, but Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow didn’t believe it.

She never expected that the yamen would send her over this time to do the errand.

As her position was lower than Prescott’s, she had to come and greet him, which made Vanessa so angry that she ate three bowls less of breakfast today.