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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0157_part_03
Chapter 279
chapter 0157 part 3
You have twenty minutes to find the person.
If after twenty minutes, my Master doesn't see the person he wants to see, then these four will be your fate!"
Amelia's fingernails slowly traced across Zangiel's belly. This time, the Troll City Lord gritted his teeth and endured the pain without making a sound.
Amelia threw a photo onto Zangiel's belly, then looked back at the Black Wizard and the group of Dark Creatures in the Alley. Clearly, the last sentence was meant for them.
After throwing down the photo, Amelia transformed into a Blood Shadow and whooshed out of the iron gate, disappearing into the black mist.
The striped fierce tiger in front of Tang Song kept shaking its big head. It wasn't afraid of Tang Song.
Rather, on its body, a Little Black Snake was lazily coiled in a snake formation on its back, basking in the sun.
Tang Song stroked the big cat's head, preventing it from being too scared.
Although this Northeast tiger was considered a relatively powerful fierce beast,
Compared to the Little Black Snake, which was close to transforming into a monster, a Black Flood Dragon, the two were not on the same life level at all.
In the Jambudvīpa World, once a monster had transformed into a demon, it rarely regarded unenlightened beasts as kin.
"Boss, the matters are settled!"
A Blood Shadow shot out from the black mist formed by the Ghoul White Bone Banner, landed on the ground, and transformed into human form.
Amelia curtsied to Tang Song, who was stroking the tiger's head, then obediently transformed back into a Blood Shadow and disappeared into his shadow.
"Red Queen, Countdown!" Tang Song patted the tiger's head and instructed.
A countdown timer immediately appeared on the watch on his left wrist.
"20:00:00,
19:59:59
19:59:58
19:59:57
19:59:56"
Boss Tang's Countdown, counting in milliseconds, had begun. Meanwhile, inside the Troll Black Market, after Amelia's Blood Shadow disappeared, it took dozens of seconds for everyone to recover from their shock as if unfrozen.
Urnos, the Necromancer, immediately walked to a Troll Mummy and examined it.
"Blood, Bone Marrow, all the moisture in the entire body was sucked dry in an instant, even including the muscle tissue, leaving only skin and bones.
If it were just a pure vampire, they couldn't do this!"
Urnos stood up, waved his White Bone Staff, and a pale white light shot towards the Troll Mummy.
"The Soul was also devoured!" Urnos looked at the Troll Mummy, which showed no reaction under his Undead Revival, his tone becoming somewhat solemn.
Playing with Souls had always been the trick of Evil Gods and Demons. Even for a Necromancer like him, he only manipulated Souls. As for Devouring Souls, even in Necromancy, it was a taboo.
"Trash, a bunch of trash!"
The still-shaken Zangiel was scolding the Troll Black Market Guards who had just arrived.
"Do we still need to bombard the black mist Outside?"
Taking advantage of the moment Zangiel paused after yelling, a Guard carrying a rocket launcher foolishly asked.
"Nonsense, of course—" Zangiel cursed, just about to tell his Subordinates to take the Rocket Launchers and bombard the black mist area Outside.
The scene of Amelia transforming into a Blood Shadow just now flashed before his eyes, making him swallow the words he was about to say! What if these Rocket Launchers couldn't break the black mist, and Amelia came back? That trouble would be huge! Looking at the Black Wizards, it was clear they couldn't break Amelia's witchcraft either.
Thinking of this, Zangiel picked up the photo Amelia had placed on his belly.
Huh? Another acquaintance! Zangiel narrowed his small eyes, looking at the human elder in the black coat in the photo.
Alexander Corvinus!
The oldest investigator in the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, and also their head in New York.
The most important thing in doing business is having many friends. As the largest anomalous creatures black market in New York, Zangiel naturally had to deal with various parties.
Vampires, Werewolves, these Dark Creatures, and the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, this human department, Zangiel was well acquainted with them all. He hadn't given Alexander few gifts over the years.
Of course, his Black Market business had also received considerable care from Alexander, otherwise, the Dark Creatures coming and going here would have long been targeted by the Bureau for Paranormal Defense.
If he remembered correctly, Alexander had indeed been in his Black Market recently.
But now, facing the life-and-death crisis of his Black Market, what did an old friend matter? And it was clear that this Big Trouble was brought by Alexander! "You, go, find Alexander Corvinus for me, and bring him here!"
A group of Guards holding Rocket Launchers and Heavy Machine Guns heard their Leader's order and immediately planned to search within the Black Market.
"Don't use Rocket Launchers, use Guns! This is our own Territory!"
Zangiel looked at a Guard who was trying to shoulder a Rocket Launcher to aim, and was furious, scolding him.
Clang!
The dumbfounded Guard directly dropped the Rocket Launcher on the ground and ran into the Black Market holding a Machine Gun.
In the crowd, the Elf Prince heard Zangiel mention the name Alexander Corvinus, frowned, and quietly retreated into the crowd, following behind the Guards and also quickly running towards the interior of the Black Market.
Da da da da da—
Anu awkwardly used the Stalls and Shelves in the Black Market to dodge the bullets from the Guards behind him.
The Trolls chasing behind him, holding Machine Guns, sprayed fire at him as if Bullets were free.
As Anu ran, the rows of Shelves and Stalls behind him were all riddled by Machine Gun Bullets.
"These guys, isn't this Black Market yours?"
Anu faced the single-minded Guards who showed no mercy. His plan to use the things in the Black Market to make these Guards hesitate to shoot had failed.
Seeing that these big idiots were truly reckless!
The unarmed Anu could only dart and maneuver through the various Stalls and buildings in the Black Market!
Working overtime these two days, currently writing six thousand characters daily. I'll see if I can slack off and write a bit more. Oh, right, regarding the recent tips from you brothers, I'll organize them later and thank everyone individually.
I've been too busy recently!
(end of chapter)
You have twenty minutes to find the person.
If after twenty minutes, my Master doesn't see the person he wants to see, then these four will be your fate!"
Amelia's fingernails slowly traced across Zangiel's belly. This time, the Troll City Lord gritted his teeth and endured the pain without making a sound.
Amelia threw a photo onto Zangiel's belly, then looked back at the Black Wizard and the group of Dark Creatures in the Alley. Clearly, the last sentence was meant for them.
After throwing down the photo, Amelia transformed into a Blood Shadow and whooshed out of the iron gate, disappearing into the black mist.
The striped fierce tiger in front of Tang Song kept shaking its big head. It wasn't afraid of Tang Song.
Rather, on its body, a Little Black Snake was lazily coiled in a snake formation on its back, basking in the sun.
Tang Song stroked the big cat's head, preventing it from being too scared.
Although this Northeast tiger was considered a relatively powerful fierce beast,
Compared to the Little Black Snake, which was close to transforming into a monster, a Black Flood Dragon, the two were not on the same life level at all.
In the Jambudvīpa World, once a monster had transformed into a demon, it rarely regarded unenlightened beasts as kin.
"Boss, the matters are settled!"
A Blood Shadow shot out from the black mist formed by the Ghoul White Bone Banner, landed on the ground, and transformed into human form.
Amelia curtsied to Tang Song, who was stroking the tiger's head, then obediently transformed back into a Blood Shadow and disappeared into his shadow.
"Red Queen, Countdown!" Tang Song patted the tiger's head and instructed.
A countdown timer immediately appeared on the watch on his left wrist.
"20:00:00,
19:59:59
19:59:58
19:59:57
19:59:56"
Boss Tang's Countdown, counting in milliseconds, had begun. Meanwhile, inside the Troll Black Market, after Amelia's Blood Shadow disappeared, it took dozens of seconds for everyone to recover from their shock as if unfrozen.
Urnos, the Necromancer, immediately walked to a Troll Mummy and examined it.
"Blood, Bone Marrow, all the moisture in the entire body was sucked dry in an instant, even including the muscle tissue, leaving only skin and bones.
If it were just a pure vampire, they couldn't do this!"
Urnos stood up, waved his White Bone Staff, and a pale white light shot towards the Troll Mummy.
"The Soul was also devoured!" Urnos looked at the Troll Mummy, which showed no reaction under his Undead Revival, his tone becoming somewhat solemn.
Playing with Souls had always been the trick of Evil Gods and Demons. Even for a Necromancer like him, he only manipulated Souls. As for Devouring Souls, even in Necromancy, it was a taboo.
"Trash, a bunch of trash!"
The still-shaken Zangiel was scolding the Troll Black Market Guards who had just arrived.
"Do we still need to bombard the black mist Outside?"
Taking advantage of the moment Zangiel paused after yelling, a Guard carrying a rocket launcher foolishly asked.
"Nonsense, of course—" Zangiel cursed, just about to tell his Subordinates to take the Rocket Launchers and bombard the black mist area Outside.
The scene of Amelia transforming into a Blood Shadow just now flashed before his eyes, making him swallow the words he was about to say! What if these Rocket Launchers couldn't break the black mist, and Amelia came back? That trouble would be huge! Looking at the Black Wizards, it was clear they couldn't break Amelia's witchcraft either.
Thinking of this, Zangiel picked up the photo Amelia had placed on his belly.
Huh? Another acquaintance! Zangiel narrowed his small eyes, looking at the human elder in the black coat in the photo.
Alexander Corvinus!
The oldest investigator in the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, and also their head in New York.
The most important thing in doing business is having many friends. As the largest anomalous creatures black market in New York, Zangiel naturally had to deal with various parties.
Vampires, Werewolves, these Dark Creatures, and the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, this human department, Zangiel was well acquainted with them all. He hadn't given Alexander few gifts over the years.
Of course, his Black Market business had also received considerable care from Alexander, otherwise, the Dark Creatures coming and going here would have long been targeted by the Bureau for Paranormal Defense.
If he remembered correctly, Alexander had indeed been in his Black Market recently.
But now, facing the life-and-death crisis of his Black Market, what did an old friend matter? And it was clear that this Big Trouble was brought by Alexander! "You, go, find Alexander Corvinus for me, and bring him here!"
A group of Guards holding Rocket Launchers and Heavy Machine Guns heard their Leader's order and immediately planned to search within the Black Market.
"Don't use Rocket Launchers, use Guns! This is our own Territory!"
Zangiel looked at a Guard who was trying to shoulder a Rocket Launcher to aim, and was furious, scolding him.
Clang!
The dumbfounded Guard directly dropped the Rocket Launcher on the ground and ran into the Black Market holding a Machine Gun.
In the crowd, the Elf Prince heard Zangiel mention the name Alexander Corvinus, frowned, and quietly retreated into the crowd, following behind the Guards and also quickly running towards the interior of the Black Market.
Da da da da da—
Anu awkwardly used the Stalls and Shelves in the Black Market to dodge the bullets from the Guards behind him.
The Trolls chasing behind him, holding Machine Guns, sprayed fire at him as if Bullets were free.
As Anu ran, the rows of Shelves and Stalls behind him were all riddled by Machine Gun Bullets.
"These guys, isn't this Black Market yours?"
Anu faced the single-minded Guards who showed no mercy. His plan to use the things in the Black Market to make these Guards hesitate to shoot had failed.
Seeing that these big idiots were truly reckless!
The unarmed Anu could only dart and maneuver through the various Stalls and buildings in the Black Market!
Working overtime these two days, currently writing six thousand characters daily. I'll see if I can slack off and write a bit more. Oh, right, regarding the recent tips from you brothers, I'll organize them later and thank everyone individually.
I've been too busy recently!
(end of chapter)
