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Chapter 283
chapter 0159 part 1
Chapter 159
"Six minutes? What six minutes!"
A group of Trolls and Orcs stared blankly at the man smoking a cigar in front of them! However, some Troll Guards who knew the inside story had their expressions change drastically! They looked around, searching for Alexander Corvinus's whereabouts.
But the crowded people made it impossible for the Trolls to move. They could only shout loudly, "Find Alexander Corvinus, find a human old man with a white beard! This human is here for him!"
"Find him, or this human will let all this black mist in, and we'll all die!"
The Troll Guards' loud voices spread throughout the crowd. In the crowd, a cloaked figure dressed as a Black Wizard trembled and shrank back into the crowd upon hearing this.
"Alexander Corvinus!"
"Who is Alexander Corvinus!"
"Human, where is the human?"
The clamor caused half of the Troll Black Market to buzz, like countless flies echoing! Tang Song casually stroked the tiger's head, but his Divine Sense communicated with the Ghoul White Bone Banner, which had eighteen Restriction Formations, checking the status of the magic tool.
The Ghoul White Bone Banner he refined, besides the black mist that kills invisibly, was most formidable for the Underworld Commanders nurtured within the banner body.
With each additional Restriction Formation, the power of the Ghoul White Bone Banner increased, and these Underworld Commanders became more ferocious!
Each Joint represented a Restriction Formation. Theoretically, once the Ghoul White Bone Banner could grow thirty-six Joints, it would mean the Ghoul White Bone Banner had transformed into a magic treasure, with thirty-six Heavenly Cycle Restriction Formations fused, and divine sense would be born within the magic treasure.
Compared to the nascent consciousness of other magic treasures, Tang Song directly replaced the initial divine sense of the magic treasure with the legendary Ten Underworld Commanders.
This way, the power of these Ghoul White Bone Banners would be stronger after becoming magic treasures.
However, the shortcomings of this Ghoul White Bone Banner were also obvious.
Simulating the legendary Ten Underworld Commanders with Restriction Formations, if those Ten Underworld Commanders had not perished, the magic treasure could easily be taken over, becoming a Clone of the Ten Underworld Commanders.
All the hard work would be for naught, benefiting others.
The people of the Yellow Springs Sect dared to refine this type of Yin God magic treasure so recklessly because they had someone above them.
After all, their patriarch was the legendary Emperor of the Underworld, the Great Emperor of Yepu who controlled the Underworld! This was like a rich second generation entering their family's company; the management, big or small, would give them some face.
During the time of the Ancient Heavenly Court, some direct descendants of Daoist Sects, disciples of Dao Ancestors, could even set up altars and cast spells to summon Pure Yang True Immortals from the Heavenly Court for assistance.
For everyone else in the lower realms, it was a crushing blow.
The reason Tang Song refined these Ghoul White Bone Banners was the same as for the Blood God Clone back then. Since he was already in the Marvel World, no matter how great the magic power or how ruthless the methods of those few Underworld Commanders were, could they really perform a trick of cross-dimensional descent for him?
Another point was that refinement of the Ghoul White Bone Banner required more energy compared to the White Bone Banner of Heshan Dao.
Flesh and blood, bone, energy, soul. According to Tang Song's own estimation, to refine a Ghoul White Bone Banner to the magic treasure level, it would be impossible without the Essence Blood, White Bone, and Souls of a million people.
A million people. One must know that the number of deaths in World War II was only seventy million.
Tang Song's initial goal was not to refine the Ghoul White Bone Banner on Earth. He couldn't reach the level of the great demons in the Jambudvīpa World who would casually refine the lives of an entire city or country. Of course, for Boss Tang, the Universe was vast, and Earth wasn't the only place with intelligent life forms.
In StarCraft, destroying one or two enemy planets was considered normal! But now, Tang Song felt the power of the Ghoul White Bone Banner with eighteen Restriction Formations and somewhat changed his mind. It seemed there were still resources on Earth that could be developed.
He raised his head, looking at the group of Dark Creatures, like a glutton who had been hungry for a long time eyeing a table of sumptuous delicacies.
"Wah!" A long-eared Forest Sprite, squeezed at the front and directly facing Tang Song, burst into tears the moment it met Boss Tang's burning gaze.
Forest Sprites are very similar to Elves, both races living in forests. However, these pale green-skinned Sprites are rarer. They are slender, shorter than a five or six-year-old child. Though called Sprites, compared to Dark Elves, they are more like the Elves from Western fairy tales. Legend says they can see through people's inner likes and dislikes—
"Four minutes. It's okay, cry. Crying counts as time!"
Tang Song smiled as he looked at the sobbing Forest Sprite in front of him, who was almost out of breath. He raised his wrist, pointing at his watch and said! "Mmm!"
The long-eared Forest Sprite covered its mouth with its hand, shaking its head with teary eyes! Tang Song looked at the little Sprite in front of him with interest. It was less than one-third the height of a human, looking like a large doll.
Moreover, this little thing was surrounded by a natural energy that seemed to nourish plants. It might be useful to catch two to serve as gardeners.
Tang Song looked at this timid little thing, a slight smile just appearing on his face—
"Hey, you must be Tang. We will give you an explanation for Alexander's matter. What you are doing is destroying the peace between humans and other races!"
A rough, loud voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Hearing the voice from the crowd, Tang Song's amiable smile faded, and he looked towards the crowd.
A red-skinned, broken-horned demon struggled to push aside the people around him, squeezing his way through a chorus of curses to stand before Tang Song.
"Hello, Mr. Tang, we are investigators from the Bureau for Paranormal Defense. My name is Abe Sapien, and this is my colleague, Hellboy Anu!"
Abe Sapien pulled Hellboy's hand away and came before Tang Song, taking out an identification from his pocket and showing it to Tang Song.
"You must have heard of us. We are responsible for dealing with these supernatural powers. Mr. Tang, our Bureau is very sorry about Alexander's matter. We will take Alexander back to Headquarters and give you a perfect explanation, but what you are doing now is indeed breaking the ceasefire agreement between humans and other races!"
"Two and a half minutes left!" Tang Song was clearly not interested in Abe Sapien's apologetic remarks.
He just raised his wrist and stated the countdown. Although his voice was low, it clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
Chapter 159
"Six minutes? What six minutes!"
A group of Trolls and Orcs stared blankly at the man smoking a cigar in front of them! However, some Troll Guards who knew the inside story had their expressions change drastically! They looked around, searching for Alexander Corvinus's whereabouts.
But the crowded people made it impossible for the Trolls to move. They could only shout loudly, "Find Alexander Corvinus, find a human old man with a white beard! This human is here for him!"
"Find him, or this human will let all this black mist in, and we'll all die!"
The Troll Guards' loud voices spread throughout the crowd. In the crowd, a cloaked figure dressed as a Black Wizard trembled and shrank back into the crowd upon hearing this.
"Alexander Corvinus!"
"Who is Alexander Corvinus!"
"Human, where is the human?"
The clamor caused half of the Troll Black Market to buzz, like countless flies echoing! Tang Song casually stroked the tiger's head, but his Divine Sense communicated with the Ghoul White Bone Banner, which had eighteen Restriction Formations, checking the status of the magic tool.
The Ghoul White Bone Banner he refined, besides the black mist that kills invisibly, was most formidable for the Underworld Commanders nurtured within the banner body.
With each additional Restriction Formation, the power of the Ghoul White Bone Banner increased, and these Underworld Commanders became more ferocious!
Each Joint represented a Restriction Formation. Theoretically, once the Ghoul White Bone Banner could grow thirty-six Joints, it would mean the Ghoul White Bone Banner had transformed into a magic treasure, with thirty-six Heavenly Cycle Restriction Formations fused, and divine sense would be born within the magic treasure.
Compared to the nascent consciousness of other magic treasures, Tang Song directly replaced the initial divine sense of the magic treasure with the legendary Ten Underworld Commanders.
This way, the power of these Ghoul White Bone Banners would be stronger after becoming magic treasures.
However, the shortcomings of this Ghoul White Bone Banner were also obvious.
Simulating the legendary Ten Underworld Commanders with Restriction Formations, if those Ten Underworld Commanders had not perished, the magic treasure could easily be taken over, becoming a Clone of the Ten Underworld Commanders.
All the hard work would be for naught, benefiting others.
The people of the Yellow Springs Sect dared to refine this type of Yin God magic treasure so recklessly because they had someone above them.
After all, their patriarch was the legendary Emperor of the Underworld, the Great Emperor of Yepu who controlled the Underworld! This was like a rich second generation entering their family's company; the management, big or small, would give them some face.
During the time of the Ancient Heavenly Court, some direct descendants of Daoist Sects, disciples of Dao Ancestors, could even set up altars and cast spells to summon Pure Yang True Immortals from the Heavenly Court for assistance.
For everyone else in the lower realms, it was a crushing blow.
The reason Tang Song refined these Ghoul White Bone Banners was the same as for the Blood God Clone back then. Since he was already in the Marvel World, no matter how great the magic power or how ruthless the methods of those few Underworld Commanders were, could they really perform a trick of cross-dimensional descent for him?
Another point was that refinement of the Ghoul White Bone Banner required more energy compared to the White Bone Banner of Heshan Dao.
Flesh and blood, bone, energy, soul. According to Tang Song's own estimation, to refine a Ghoul White Bone Banner to the magic treasure level, it would be impossible without the Essence Blood, White Bone, and Souls of a million people.
A million people. One must know that the number of deaths in World War II was only seventy million.
Tang Song's initial goal was not to refine the Ghoul White Bone Banner on Earth. He couldn't reach the level of the great demons in the Jambudvīpa World who would casually refine the lives of an entire city or country. Of course, for Boss Tang, the Universe was vast, and Earth wasn't the only place with intelligent life forms.
In StarCraft, destroying one or two enemy planets was considered normal! But now, Tang Song felt the power of the Ghoul White Bone Banner with eighteen Restriction Formations and somewhat changed his mind. It seemed there were still resources on Earth that could be developed.
He raised his head, looking at the group of Dark Creatures, like a glutton who had been hungry for a long time eyeing a table of sumptuous delicacies.
"Wah!" A long-eared Forest Sprite, squeezed at the front and directly facing Tang Song, burst into tears the moment it met Boss Tang's burning gaze.
Forest Sprites are very similar to Elves, both races living in forests. However, these pale green-skinned Sprites are rarer. They are slender, shorter than a five or six-year-old child. Though called Sprites, compared to Dark Elves, they are more like the Elves from Western fairy tales. Legend says they can see through people's inner likes and dislikes—
"Four minutes. It's okay, cry. Crying counts as time!"
Tang Song smiled as he looked at the sobbing Forest Sprite in front of him, who was almost out of breath. He raised his wrist, pointing at his watch and said! "Mmm!"
The long-eared Forest Sprite covered its mouth with its hand, shaking its head with teary eyes! Tang Song looked at the little Sprite in front of him with interest. It was less than one-third the height of a human, looking like a large doll.
Moreover, this little thing was surrounded by a natural energy that seemed to nourish plants. It might be useful to catch two to serve as gardeners.
Tang Song looked at this timid little thing, a slight smile just appearing on his face—
"Hey, you must be Tang. We will give you an explanation for Alexander's matter. What you are doing is destroying the peace between humans and other races!"
A rough, loud voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
Hearing the voice from the crowd, Tang Song's amiable smile faded, and he looked towards the crowd.
A red-skinned, broken-horned demon struggled to push aside the people around him, squeezing his way through a chorus of curses to stand before Tang Song.
"Hello, Mr. Tang, we are investigators from the Bureau for Paranormal Defense. My name is Abe Sapien, and this is my colleague, Hellboy Anu!"
Abe Sapien pulled Hellboy's hand away and came before Tang Song, taking out an identification from his pocket and showing it to Tang Song.
"You must have heard of us. We are responsible for dealing with these supernatural powers. Mr. Tang, our Bureau is very sorry about Alexander's matter. We will take Alexander back to Headquarters and give you a perfect explanation, but what you are doing now is indeed breaking the ceasefire agreement between humans and other races!"
"Two and a half minutes left!" Tang Song was clearly not interested in Abe Sapien's apologetic remarks.
He just raised his wrist and stated the countdown. Although his voice was low, it clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
