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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0157_part_02
Chapter 278
chapter 0157 part 2
The Troll Zangiel, sitting in his sedan chair, stared at Anu with cold, small eyes:
"Honored Human, what a glorious title. So, Mr. Human, is that black mist Outside your Bureau for Paranormal Defense's doing?"
"What black mist?" Anu was somewhat confused, not quite understanding what the Troll meant.
"Sir, we just came in to find someone. The black mist Outside has nothing to do with us!"
At this moment, Abe Sapien stepped out from the crowd and hurriedly explained to Zangiel.
"Find someone?" Zangiel slapped his fat hands together and lowered his head to speak to the Bodyguard beside him: "Capture them!"
"Anu! Run!" Abe Sapien, relying on his super perception, clearly heard the obese troll's instructions to his Subordinates.
He flashed, like a slippery mudfish, and darted directly into the crowd, running towards the Alley within the Black Market.
The loyal fishman didn't forget to remind Anu before running.
Clatter—
Hellboy Anu glanced at the Guards raising their heavy machine guns, and directly pushed the giant ape in his hands towards the Elf Prince beside him.
He himself also turned and ran towards the interior of the Black Market.
Da da da da da—
Several Guards didn't hesitate at all, raising the M249 squad automatic weapons in their hands and immediately spraying fire.
Bullets instantly riddled the wooden frame near where Hellboy had just been standing.
If the Elf Prince hadn't been quick-witted and pulled the Giant Ape Wink aside, this dizzy giant ape would have long been riddled like a honeycomb by these heavy machine guns.
After all, even Dark Creatures, if they are made of flesh and blood, most cannot withstand machine gun spray fire.
"You four go, catch those two little rats. The others, bring out the Big Guys from the Armory and blast Outside. I don't believe this black mist can't be blown away!"
Zangiel watched Hellboy and the fishman slip into the Black Market, waved his hand, and four Guards with machine guns chased after Hellboy.
As for the other Trolls, except for the Guards remaining by his side, they all went to the Black Market's Armory to get the Big Guys Zangiel was talking about! "Big Guy? Fatty, can you tell me what your Big Guy is? Tsk tsk—"
Just as these Guards had left, a slightly mocking woman's voice sounded nearby.
This instantly enraged Zangiel.
It was well known that although Zangiel, who weighed over a thousand pounds, wasn't affected in eating, sleeping, or even using the toilet (which had dedicated people to serve him).
But it was common knowledge that if one was too obese, the fat would squeeze the space for certain things. It wasn't a matter of size, but there was simply too much fat to find it.
Zangiel could have someone feed him, and goblin servants were responsible for wiping his rear when he used the toilet, but in that regard... well.
Although he had bought some fox-women, he usually only used them to watch singing and dancing, and to satisfy his oral desires.
The woman's voice that suddenly sounded might not have meant anything else, but this behavior was like making an OK gesture with one's hand in front of a South Korean man; for Zangiel, it was absolutely unacceptable.
"Who's talking? Get out!"
Zangiel looked at the dense crowd of Half-orcs at the entrance, trying to find the bastard who had spoken disrespectfully. A Blood Mist flew in from outside the iron gate, landing in front of Zangiel's sedan chair, transforming into a beautiful woman wearing a Middle Ages European court gown! "Fatty, you were looking for me!"
Amelia seemed completely oblivious to the Guns raised by the Bodyguards beside her, and directly reached out and patted Zangiel's belly. "Amelia? How did you turn into this ghostly appearance? Is the black mist Outside your Vampires' doing? Do you want to start a war with our Troll Race?"
Zangiel looked at Amelia, who had appeared in a strange way, his complexion gloomy, suspiciously looking at this acquaintance in front of him! The Troll Race and the Vampire Clan both lived in New York, so Zangiel had naturally interacted with Amelia, this Vampire Clan Elder.
However, if he remembered correctly, not long ago, the two Vampire Clans in New York should have been wiped out.
"Fatty, if I didn't hear wrong just now, you told me to get out—"
Amelia's sharp fingernails scratched across Zangiel's fat belly, instantly leaving a long bloodstain on his belly.
Clatter! Zangiel's sedan chair carriers and Bodyguards all raised their Guns and aimed at Amelia, while looking at Zangiel, asking if they should open fire.
"Kill this lunatic! The Vampire Clan has already been wiped out! What do you have to fight me with!?"
Zangiel felt the pain from his belly. Having always lived a life of ease, he had never received such treatment. He roared fiercely, ordering these Bodyguards to open fire.
Da da da da—
The Machine Guns of several Trolls, already aiming at Amelia, instantly pulled the trigger—
Four streams of fire instantly engulfed Amelia, aiming at her head and chest, these fatal positions.
At such close range, Amelia had no time to dodge and was directly hit by the focus fire of four Machine Guns, turning into a pool of blood water.
The splashing Blood instantly splattered all over Zangiel. Zangiel's face showed a look of satisfaction,
But soon, the smile on his face froze,
Blood water? These were Machine Guns, not meat grinders or juicers. How could they turn a person into blood water?
Just as he reacted, a Blood Shadow emerged from that pool of blood water, faint, like smoke. This Blood Shadow had just appeared when it split into four. Four Blood Shadows simultaneously pounced on the four Bodyguards holding Machine Guns—
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
Facing these Blood Shadows, which were some unknown ghostly things, several Bodyguards immediately raised their Guns and fired, but the Machine Gun Bullets were like hitting air. The Machine Gun Bullets passed through the Blood Shadows without any obstruct, directly taking down several unlucky Orcs not far behind the Blood Shadows in one wave! "Ouch!"
Among the unlucky ones, some didn't even groan and were directly hit in vital points by Machine Gun Bullets and taken out in one wave. There were also those who were either unlucky or lucky.
Bullets hit their arms and legs, taking away half of their limbs, but at least the "people" were still alive.
Amidst their cries of pain and wailing, the four Blood Shadows directly pounced in front of the four Bodyguards, passing through their bodies.
The four Bodyguards instantly became like sponges that had been drained of all moisture, leaving only skin and bones.
Thud, thud, thud, thud—
Four Troll Mummies, drained of all moisture, fell to the ground. Zangiel stared dumbfounded at his Subordinates lying on the ground, shriveled like mummies.
Then he watched as the four Blood Shadows merged together before his eyes. In the faint Blood Mist, they transformed back into Amelia, wearing an European court gown.
At this moment, in the Tunnel leading to the exit of the Troll Black Market, everyone was silent, watching this scene, as if everyone's throats had been choked at once.
Not only Dark Creatures like Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins, but even Black Wizards, known for their mystery, had looks of shock and uncertainty in their gaze.
Urnos tightened his grip on the White Bone Staff in his hand, and the phosphorescent fire under his cloak instantly surged. Clearly, he was also very shocked by the ability Amelia had displayed.
"Fatty, my Master wants to find a person in your Black Market.
The Troll Zangiel, sitting in his sedan chair, stared at Anu with cold, small eyes:
"Honored Human, what a glorious title. So, Mr. Human, is that black mist Outside your Bureau for Paranormal Defense's doing?"
"What black mist?" Anu was somewhat confused, not quite understanding what the Troll meant.
"Sir, we just came in to find someone. The black mist Outside has nothing to do with us!"
At this moment, Abe Sapien stepped out from the crowd and hurriedly explained to Zangiel.
"Find someone?" Zangiel slapped his fat hands together and lowered his head to speak to the Bodyguard beside him: "Capture them!"
"Anu! Run!" Abe Sapien, relying on his super perception, clearly heard the obese troll's instructions to his Subordinates.
He flashed, like a slippery mudfish, and darted directly into the crowd, running towards the Alley within the Black Market.
The loyal fishman didn't forget to remind Anu before running.
Clatter—
Hellboy Anu glanced at the Guards raising their heavy machine guns, and directly pushed the giant ape in his hands towards the Elf Prince beside him.
He himself also turned and ran towards the interior of the Black Market.
Da da da da da—
Several Guards didn't hesitate at all, raising the M249 squad automatic weapons in their hands and immediately spraying fire.
Bullets instantly riddled the wooden frame near where Hellboy had just been standing.
If the Elf Prince hadn't been quick-witted and pulled the Giant Ape Wink aside, this dizzy giant ape would have long been riddled like a honeycomb by these heavy machine guns.
After all, even Dark Creatures, if they are made of flesh and blood, most cannot withstand machine gun spray fire.
"You four go, catch those two little rats. The others, bring out the Big Guys from the Armory and blast Outside. I don't believe this black mist can't be blown away!"
Zangiel watched Hellboy and the fishman slip into the Black Market, waved his hand, and four Guards with machine guns chased after Hellboy.
As for the other Trolls, except for the Guards remaining by his side, they all went to the Black Market's Armory to get the Big Guys Zangiel was talking about! "Big Guy? Fatty, can you tell me what your Big Guy is? Tsk tsk—"
Just as these Guards had left, a slightly mocking woman's voice sounded nearby.
This instantly enraged Zangiel.
It was well known that although Zangiel, who weighed over a thousand pounds, wasn't affected in eating, sleeping, or even using the toilet (which had dedicated people to serve him).
But it was common knowledge that if one was too obese, the fat would squeeze the space for certain things. It wasn't a matter of size, but there was simply too much fat to find it.
Zangiel could have someone feed him, and goblin servants were responsible for wiping his rear when he used the toilet, but in that regard... well.
Although he had bought some fox-women, he usually only used them to watch singing and dancing, and to satisfy his oral desires.
The woman's voice that suddenly sounded might not have meant anything else, but this behavior was like making an OK gesture with one's hand in front of a South Korean man; for Zangiel, it was absolutely unacceptable.
"Who's talking? Get out!"
Zangiel looked at the dense crowd of Half-orcs at the entrance, trying to find the bastard who had spoken disrespectfully. A Blood Mist flew in from outside the iron gate, landing in front of Zangiel's sedan chair, transforming into a beautiful woman wearing a Middle Ages European court gown! "Fatty, you were looking for me!"
Amelia seemed completely oblivious to the Guns raised by the Bodyguards beside her, and directly reached out and patted Zangiel's belly. "Amelia? How did you turn into this ghostly appearance? Is the black mist Outside your Vampires' doing? Do you want to start a war with our Troll Race?"
Zangiel looked at Amelia, who had appeared in a strange way, his complexion gloomy, suspiciously looking at this acquaintance in front of him! The Troll Race and the Vampire Clan both lived in New York, so Zangiel had naturally interacted with Amelia, this Vampire Clan Elder.
However, if he remembered correctly, not long ago, the two Vampire Clans in New York should have been wiped out.
"Fatty, if I didn't hear wrong just now, you told me to get out—"
Amelia's sharp fingernails scratched across Zangiel's fat belly, instantly leaving a long bloodstain on his belly.
Clatter! Zangiel's sedan chair carriers and Bodyguards all raised their Guns and aimed at Amelia, while looking at Zangiel, asking if they should open fire.
"Kill this lunatic! The Vampire Clan has already been wiped out! What do you have to fight me with!?"
Zangiel felt the pain from his belly. Having always lived a life of ease, he had never received such treatment. He roared fiercely, ordering these Bodyguards to open fire.
Da da da da—
The Machine Guns of several Trolls, already aiming at Amelia, instantly pulled the trigger—
Four streams of fire instantly engulfed Amelia, aiming at her head and chest, these fatal positions.
At such close range, Amelia had no time to dodge and was directly hit by the focus fire of four Machine Guns, turning into a pool of blood water.
The splashing Blood instantly splattered all over Zangiel. Zangiel's face showed a look of satisfaction,
But soon, the smile on his face froze,
Blood water? These were Machine Guns, not meat grinders or juicers. How could they turn a person into blood water?
Just as he reacted, a Blood Shadow emerged from that pool of blood water, faint, like smoke. This Blood Shadow had just appeared when it split into four. Four Blood Shadows simultaneously pounced on the four Bodyguards holding Machine Guns—
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
"Da da da"
Facing these Blood Shadows, which were some unknown ghostly things, several Bodyguards immediately raised their Guns and fired, but the Machine Gun Bullets were like hitting air. The Machine Gun Bullets passed through the Blood Shadows without any obstruct, directly taking down several unlucky Orcs not far behind the Blood Shadows in one wave! "Ouch!"
Among the unlucky ones, some didn't even groan and were directly hit in vital points by Machine Gun Bullets and taken out in one wave. There were also those who were either unlucky or lucky.
Bullets hit their arms and legs, taking away half of their limbs, but at least the "people" were still alive.
Amidst their cries of pain and wailing, the four Blood Shadows directly pounced in front of the four Bodyguards, passing through their bodies.
The four Bodyguards instantly became like sponges that had been drained of all moisture, leaving only skin and bones.
Thud, thud, thud, thud—
Four Troll Mummies, drained of all moisture, fell to the ground. Zangiel stared dumbfounded at his Subordinates lying on the ground, shriveled like mummies.
Then he watched as the four Blood Shadows merged together before his eyes. In the faint Blood Mist, they transformed back into Amelia, wearing an European court gown.
At this moment, in the Tunnel leading to the exit of the Troll Black Market, everyone was silent, watching this scene, as if everyone's throats had been choked at once.
Not only Dark Creatures like Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins, but even Black Wizards, known for their mystery, had looks of shock and uncertainty in their gaze.
Urnos tightened his grip on the White Bone Staff in his hand, and the phosphorescent fire under his cloak instantly surged. Clearly, he was also very shocked by the ability Amelia had displayed.
"Fatty, my Master wants to find a person in your Black Market.
