My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 55 - 54 Good Bomb!

55: Chapter 54: Good Bomb!

(First Update) _1

55: Chapter 54: Good Bomb!

(First Update) _1

Blair was controlling the Three-Headed Armored Beast, they had gone a bit further and vaguely saw a trench at the bottom of the Burning Hillock up ahead with what appeared to be a red glow emanating from it.

He was urging the Three-Headed Armored Beast to hurry a little, to go and take a closer look when suddenly he heard a sound.

A spiritual light, of unknown origin, flew over, quickly and accurately hitting his Three-Headed Armored Beast. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Boom!

The spiritual light exploded, and the Three-Headed Armored Beast was instantly blasted into shattered pieces, the intense heat following instantly turned it into ashes.

Blair felt a severe pain in his heart, his vision blackened, he sank to the bottom of the water with a gulp, instantly losing half of his dark energy.

It took him quite a while to regain consciousness, and then he emerged once more.

“Damn it!”

“What was that?”

He searched all around, but where was he to find it?

Owen Bertram had already sneaked away.

Blair was choked with emotion, ruminating his once high-ranking demonic presence, he was very powerful and had accomplished numerous major tasks while infiltrating the human race over the years!

How was it that as he came to this tiny Extinct Village, everything went astray?

Is there something wrong with my birth chart and this place?

But this place is full of evil energy, it should be a paradise for monsters!

Blair was trembling with anger all over, “If it comes to this, I will go personally.

I refuse to believe, on a land filled with evil energy, that I will fail!”

…

Owen Bertram had already put the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper back into his Brocade Pouch, his face wore a satisfactory smile throughout.

He had just used a medium-power spirit bullet, both powerful and accurate.

The demon beast was Tire-1 and it was easily shattered with a bang.

He thought if he used a high-power bullet, he could easily kill a Tire-2 Demon Beast and inflict deadly damage on Tire-3 Demonic Beast as well.

He was very satisfied with this shot!

He could start forging Mechanical Dao Soldiers tomorrow.

With the practice from the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper, Owen Bertram felt that the Mechanical Dao Soldiers would be very smooth.

Little Loach had already been waiting for him by the riverside.

It was a long way back from the Burning Hillock.

Little Loach waited until it was almost dark for Owen Bertram to show up; his eyes glaring at him with a sense of reproach for being irresponsible!

He had left his little brother here unattended, while he himself was enjoying!

Owen Bertram didn’t bother to pay him any attention.

He even tricked his sister, so what would he spare his little brother?

The day has turned dark, and you can’t just dream anything, can you?

…

By half-past noon, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow and Abigail Turner had returned just outside Extinct Village.

Abigail Turner asked Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow to call back her Trial Training General to inquire about the situation.

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow used the token to call Owen Bertram but received no response.

Owen Bertram was fully concentrating on forging the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper, so he threw the token of the Horizon Bureau into his Brocade Pouch and somehow forgot to take it out …

Abigail Turner and Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow waited until it was dark, but there was no sign of Owen Bertram.

Abigail Turner was furious, ‘Your Excellency Prescott is waiting for a petty unassigned military officer like you for the whole afternoon!

Your Excellency, what a big air you have!’

Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was also speechless, although Owen Bertram left Abigail Turner waiting, she was actually quite happy about it.

But the waiting time was really too long.

This fellow, you can’t grasp the measure, can you?

It would have been fine to leave her waiting for half an ‘shi chen’ (an hour).

For some reason, from the very beginning, this fool thought Owen Bertram deliberately ignored Abigail Turner.

She completely forgot it was her who tried to contact Owen Bertram and received absolutely no response from him.

And she didn’t even inform Owen Bertram in the beginning that Abigail Turner, his opponent Prescott, was coming …

Well, you can just say, she is very happy.

As darkness fell, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow could not care less and dragged everyone into a cave.

A fiery Abigail Turner shouted angrily: “What are you doing!”Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow: “The nights are dangerous here.”

“Ridiculous!” Abigail Turner fumed.

“I am a practitioner of the Bauble level of regulation, what is there to fear?”

It was precisely this response Vanessa had been waiting for.

She turned to go, “Well, I’ve warned you anyway.”

“Hmph!

Worthless!” Abigail scoffed at the sight of Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow fleeing.

She ordered her subordinates, “Build a fire and camp here!”

“Yes!”

When Owen Bertram returned, he saw a bonfire lit near the village entrance.

He was confused: Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow clearly knew the nights were dangerous, why light a fire?

To make it easier for those giant beasts to find her and provide them with a location marker?

But as darkness had already fallen, he couldn’t afford any further delay and hastily rushed home.

Inside, Verna held onto him firmly when he returned, not letting go for a long time.

Owen Bertram felt a softness in his heart and gently patted Verna’s head, “Your big brother won’t leave you behind.”

…

The icy night wind howled.

The military officers following Ms.

Abigail Turner were shivering from the cold.

Even sitting next to the fire in bundled clothes provided no relief, as the cold seemed capable of penetrating through everything and seeping into their bones.

“Ma-, Ma-, Ma-…dam,” a subordinate couldn’t stand it any longer, “L-, let’s…

find…

someplace to…

get out of the wind…”

Abigail wasn’t faring much better herself.

In order to maintain her dignity as a high-level Bauble expert, she had to tough it out.

She gave the spot closest to the fire to her subordinates and sat on the side, looking dignified and reserved.

“Hmm, alright.

I’ll show some consideration for my subordinates.

Clear the way.”

The officers were confused: what path was there to clear at this hour?

Abigail’s legs were frozen.

She couldn’t stand up just yet, she needed a moment to recover.

Just then, she felt something.

Looking up, something came crashing down from the dark vault of heaven above…

a gigantic claw several dozen feet long landed squarely before them!

It landed right in front of her.

This is it…

Abigail felt her heart turn to ice just before a gust of freezing wind blew past her.

The claw hit the ground, leaving a deep impression, and quickly retreated back into the sky.

The officers from the Horizon Bureau were finally blasted back dozens of feet by the cold wind.

Everyone was somewhat shocked: “What…

was that?!”

The owner of the gigantic claw soared to a height of several thousand feet using that powerful jump.

Flapping its crane-like wings, it glided several dozen miles over the village, and landed in the Burning Hillock…

As if its descent had been purely to cause trouble, as if just to extinguish the bonfire.

The military officers were terrified out of their wits.

The bonfire itself had attracted this monster.

To light the bonfire was akin to displaying a provocative flag in the night for the monster.

“Where is Lord Prescott?” The officers scrambled back after regaining their senses.

If their superior was dead, they would be doomed too.

The giant claw left a print that was half a foot deep.

Its four talons, three in front and one behind, had dug deep into the ground.

Abigail Turner sat there, hands propping herself up, looking up at the night sky, completely dumbstruck.

The officers sighed in relief, Lord Prescott was lucky.

She had been exactly in the gap between the claws.

“Madam, are you alright?” The officers rushed over to help Abigail Turner up, but when they did, they wrinkled their noses at the strong smell of urine.

They decided to ignore it.

Otherwise, they would certainly suffer petty retributions in the future.

Meanwhile, Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow was watching the scene unfold from a distant cave, hugging her arms and chuckling, looking as pleased as a white fox that just stole a chicken.