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Chapter 287
chapter 0160 part 2
Yet, seven or eight demons squeezed out instantly. Heaven knows how they managed it, but these demons, turned into sardine cans, didn't get a chance to breathe the sweet air of the Human World. As soon as they crawled out of the Passage, they were harvested for their souls by a wave of bell sound.
Their flesh and blood became the nourishment for the Ghoul White Bone Banners.
Inside the Ghoul White Bone Banners, spirit marks rapidly formed, nourished by the demons' flesh and blood, beginning to generate Restriction Formations.
As the White Bone Banners consumed more and more demons, the Banner Bodies of the four Ghoul White Bone Banners began to grow slowly, visibly, like bamboo joints... The Ghost Gods and Underworld Soldiers surrounding the Magic Array, ready to clear out any stragglers, whose bodies were originally illusory, also became clearer and clearer as the White Bone Banner's Restriction Formations increased. Even their armor began to materialize.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
As time passed, the speed at which demons spewed out from the Magic Array's Lava Rift also increased, eventually becoming almost like an assembly line.
The bell sound was continuous, and even the chewing sounds on the four White Bone Banners disappeared. Often, streams of black energy would descend, rolling up seven or eight demons, and just as they were sent into the Banner Bodies, more demons would surge from the ground. The Great Desolation Bell's bell sound became a continuous peal... A large pile of demon corpses quickly accumulated on the ground, stacked like small mountains. Some Skeleton Demons had to act as laborers, moving these demon corpses outwards. In groups of three or five, they devoured the demons' flesh and blood on the periphery.
Eventually, Tang Song even had to personally intervene, refining these four Ghoul White Bone Banners, helping them digest the demon corpses rolled inside.
Under Tang Song's refinement, the Restriction Formations within these four Ghoul White Bone Banners rapidly took shape. The bone-chilling chewing sounds began to echo again within this dilapidated Black Market. One hour, two hours, three hours... "Commander, it's here!"
In a Basement area of the Troll Black Market, a Training Camp Gunman who discovered the place led Lane and Kane here.
Lane looked at the Security Door made of pure steel, identical to a Vault door, somewhat surprised. He stepped forward and examined the password lock and fingerprint lock on the Vault door. "How is it? Can you open it?"
Kane stepped forward, touching the cold steel door, and asked Lane.
"No, this type of Security Door requires specific fingerprints and a password. I can decipher the password, but the fingerprint is very troublesome!" Lane shook his head.
"I'll make a phone call and have them find a couple of locksmiths!"
Lane made a phone call, and in less than half an hour, the Gunmen from the Territory escorted the two best locksmiths in all of New York to the scene.
The two locksmiths were brought before the Vault door and had their hoods removed.
"What's your name?"
Lane looked at the white-haired old man in his fifties before him and asked.
"Sir, my name is Steve!" Out of professional habit, Steve secretly surveyed the surrounding environment. He and his partner were the most formidable theft gang in all of New York. Steve's skill at opening safes and vaults was well-known in New York's Underworld.
He had once opened a private bank's Vault in three minutes and, with his partner, stolen millions of US dollars from the Vault within twenty minutes, thus gaining considerable fame in the New York Underworld.
This time, as he was preparing to steal a batch of gold with his accomplice, someone came knocking.
He initially thought the police had discovered them... Both of them were feeling uneasy.
But then a few Gunmen directly produced a business card, saying they needed his help. He was immediately blindfolded and brought here.
Steve still remembered the panicked complexion of his partner when he saw that business card.
"Don't worry, I'm just asking the two of you to open this Vault door!"
Lane clapped his hands, signaling the two locksmiths not to worry. The Gunmen nearby brought the prepared tools.
Electric drills, welding torches, cutting gears, endoscope lenses, all sorts of lock-picking tools were available... Under the two locksmiths' efforts, the heavy steel door was opened in less than ten minutes! After unlocking the Vault's Security Door, the two locksmiths wisely turned their backs. After all, having been in New York for so many years, their indiscreet colleagues had either ended up in prison or Hell.
"Prepare a thank-you gift and send the two gentlemen back!"
Lane signaled to a few Gunmen.
The Gunmen who brought the two locksmiths put their black hoods back on them and helped them out of the Basement.
Kane stepped forward, gripped the Vault door's dial, twisted it forcefully, and pulled outwards. Soon, the solid steel Security Door, thirty centimeters thick, was pulled open.
The moment the steel door was pulled open, a dazzling golden light shone from within.
Lane and Kane, along with a few Training Camp Gunmen, entered the Vault.
On rows of oak shelves, small partitions were made from oak boards. Stacks of palm-sized square gold ingots gleamed against the black oak boards. This was the unique radiance of wealth.
Lane casually picked up two pieces, tapped them lightly, and a pleasant sound echoed within the Vault.
"The purity isn't very high, it should be privately minted gold!"
Lane walked back and forth between the rows of oak shelves, checking the quantity and estimating in his mind, "There's probably about fifty tons in this Vault!"
After refining this gold, its value would be roughly three billion US dollars.
A Troll Black Market with hundreds of years of exclusive operation naturally wouldn't have just this much money... Soon, behind this row of oak shelves, Lane discovered some stacked oak boxes.
Lane moved one down. This large oak box, one meter long and wide, and half a meter high, was casually thrown onto the ground. The box wasn't locked. Lane pushed open the lid, and a dazzling array of jewels immediately surged out.
Inside the box were countless gemstones, at least the size of dove eggs, with larger ones as big as a fist.
Red, blue, yellow, green, and various colored diamonds. Most of these gemstones were unpolished raw stones.
And there were at least a dozen boxes of this size here. The value of the jewels in these boxes alone was completely comparable to the batch of gold on the shelves.
Lane opened some other sized boxes. Some contained full boxes of old silver coins and gold coins.
There were also some boxes containing strange beast hides, bone, and some individually boxed artifacts emitting energy fluctuations.
Knight's Cross Swords with obvious The Church style, magic staffs, parchment scrolls written with unknown text. Many Orcs who traded in the Black Market didn't have human identity, so bartering had been popular in the Troll Black Market for hundreds of years.
Here, gold and silver were hard currency, followed by precious items like gemstones, and also some animal furs. Don't underestimate these inconspicuous dark races; they have their own skills to survive in an environment dominated by humanity.
Just like Dwarves living in mountain ore veins, they are excellent at metallurgy. Most of the gold mined from the ore veins they brought to this Black Market to process.
For hundreds of years, the Troll Clan had raked in profits relying on this Black Market. However, the entire Troll Clan, over hundreds of years, had essentially worked for free for the Tang family! Three hours passed. The black flame ignited by Urnos at the price of a phylactery went from dense to light, from large to small. The Lava Rift opened by the Magic Array was also shrinking little by little.
Summoning demons with witchcraft was an advanced magic art even among Black Wizards.
After all, demons in Hell are bloodthirsty beings that devour souls.
Many Black Wizards were often backlashed and completely devoured by the demons they had just summoned.
After all, to demons, any living creature would do; they weren't picky eaters.
Normally, with Urnos burning one of his phylacteries, the Dimensional Rift he opened and the tens of thousands of thick-skinned and tough demons he summoned, while perhaps not enough to destroy the world, could certainly turn the entire New York into a true City of Chaos.
Yet, seven or eight demons squeezed out instantly. Heaven knows how they managed it, but these demons, turned into sardine cans, didn't get a chance to breathe the sweet air of the Human World. As soon as they crawled out of the Passage, they were harvested for their souls by a wave of bell sound.
Their flesh and blood became the nourishment for the Ghoul White Bone Banners.
Inside the Ghoul White Bone Banners, spirit marks rapidly formed, nourished by the demons' flesh and blood, beginning to generate Restriction Formations.
As the White Bone Banners consumed more and more demons, the Banner Bodies of the four Ghoul White Bone Banners began to grow slowly, visibly, like bamboo joints... The Ghost Gods and Underworld Soldiers surrounding the Magic Array, ready to clear out any stragglers, whose bodies were originally illusory, also became clearer and clearer as the White Bone Banner's Restriction Formations increased. Even their armor began to materialize.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
As time passed, the speed at which demons spewed out from the Magic Array's Lava Rift also increased, eventually becoming almost like an assembly line.
The bell sound was continuous, and even the chewing sounds on the four White Bone Banners disappeared. Often, streams of black energy would descend, rolling up seven or eight demons, and just as they were sent into the Banner Bodies, more demons would surge from the ground. The Great Desolation Bell's bell sound became a continuous peal... A large pile of demon corpses quickly accumulated on the ground, stacked like small mountains. Some Skeleton Demons had to act as laborers, moving these demon corpses outwards. In groups of three or five, they devoured the demons' flesh and blood on the periphery.
Eventually, Tang Song even had to personally intervene, refining these four Ghoul White Bone Banners, helping them digest the demon corpses rolled inside.
Under Tang Song's refinement, the Restriction Formations within these four Ghoul White Bone Banners rapidly took shape. The bone-chilling chewing sounds began to echo again within this dilapidated Black Market. One hour, two hours, three hours... "Commander, it's here!"
In a Basement area of the Troll Black Market, a Training Camp Gunman who discovered the place led Lane and Kane here.
Lane looked at the Security Door made of pure steel, identical to a Vault door, somewhat surprised. He stepped forward and examined the password lock and fingerprint lock on the Vault door. "How is it? Can you open it?"
Kane stepped forward, touching the cold steel door, and asked Lane.
"No, this type of Security Door requires specific fingerprints and a password. I can decipher the password, but the fingerprint is very troublesome!" Lane shook his head.
"I'll make a phone call and have them find a couple of locksmiths!"
Lane made a phone call, and in less than half an hour, the Gunmen from the Territory escorted the two best locksmiths in all of New York to the scene.
The two locksmiths were brought before the Vault door and had their hoods removed.
"What's your name?"
Lane looked at the white-haired old man in his fifties before him and asked.
"Sir, my name is Steve!" Out of professional habit, Steve secretly surveyed the surrounding environment. He and his partner were the most formidable theft gang in all of New York. Steve's skill at opening safes and vaults was well-known in New York's Underworld.
He had once opened a private bank's Vault in three minutes and, with his partner, stolen millions of US dollars from the Vault within twenty minutes, thus gaining considerable fame in the New York Underworld.
This time, as he was preparing to steal a batch of gold with his accomplice, someone came knocking.
He initially thought the police had discovered them... Both of them were feeling uneasy.
But then a few Gunmen directly produced a business card, saying they needed his help. He was immediately blindfolded and brought here.
Steve still remembered the panicked complexion of his partner when he saw that business card.
"Don't worry, I'm just asking the two of you to open this Vault door!"
Lane clapped his hands, signaling the two locksmiths not to worry. The Gunmen nearby brought the prepared tools.
Electric drills, welding torches, cutting gears, endoscope lenses, all sorts of lock-picking tools were available... Under the two locksmiths' efforts, the heavy steel door was opened in less than ten minutes! After unlocking the Vault's Security Door, the two locksmiths wisely turned their backs. After all, having been in New York for so many years, their indiscreet colleagues had either ended up in prison or Hell.
"Prepare a thank-you gift and send the two gentlemen back!"
Lane signaled to a few Gunmen.
The Gunmen who brought the two locksmiths put their black hoods back on them and helped them out of the Basement.
Kane stepped forward, gripped the Vault door's dial, twisted it forcefully, and pulled outwards. Soon, the solid steel Security Door, thirty centimeters thick, was pulled open.
The moment the steel door was pulled open, a dazzling golden light shone from within.
Lane and Kane, along with a few Training Camp Gunmen, entered the Vault.
On rows of oak shelves, small partitions were made from oak boards. Stacks of palm-sized square gold ingots gleamed against the black oak boards. This was the unique radiance of wealth.
Lane casually picked up two pieces, tapped them lightly, and a pleasant sound echoed within the Vault.
"The purity isn't very high, it should be privately minted gold!"
Lane walked back and forth between the rows of oak shelves, checking the quantity and estimating in his mind, "There's probably about fifty tons in this Vault!"
After refining this gold, its value would be roughly three billion US dollars.
A Troll Black Market with hundreds of years of exclusive operation naturally wouldn't have just this much money... Soon, behind this row of oak shelves, Lane discovered some stacked oak boxes.
Lane moved one down. This large oak box, one meter long and wide, and half a meter high, was casually thrown onto the ground. The box wasn't locked. Lane pushed open the lid, and a dazzling array of jewels immediately surged out.
Inside the box were countless gemstones, at least the size of dove eggs, with larger ones as big as a fist.
Red, blue, yellow, green, and various colored diamonds. Most of these gemstones were unpolished raw stones.
And there were at least a dozen boxes of this size here. The value of the jewels in these boxes alone was completely comparable to the batch of gold on the shelves.
Lane opened some other sized boxes. Some contained full boxes of old silver coins and gold coins.
There were also some boxes containing strange beast hides, bone, and some individually boxed artifacts emitting energy fluctuations.
Knight's Cross Swords with obvious The Church style, magic staffs, parchment scrolls written with unknown text. Many Orcs who traded in the Black Market didn't have human identity, so bartering had been popular in the Troll Black Market for hundreds of years.
Here, gold and silver were hard currency, followed by precious items like gemstones, and also some animal furs. Don't underestimate these inconspicuous dark races; they have their own skills to survive in an environment dominated by humanity.
Just like Dwarves living in mountain ore veins, they are excellent at metallurgy. Most of the gold mined from the ore veins they brought to this Black Market to process.
For hundreds of years, the Troll Clan had raked in profits relying on this Black Market. However, the entire Troll Clan, over hundreds of years, had essentially worked for free for the Tang family! Three hours passed. The black flame ignited by Urnos at the price of a phylactery went from dense to light, from large to small. The Lava Rift opened by the Magic Array was also shrinking little by little.
Summoning demons with witchcraft was an advanced magic art even among Black Wizards.
After all, demons in Hell are bloodthirsty beings that devour souls.
Many Black Wizards were often backlashed and completely devoured by the demons they had just summoned.
After all, to demons, any living creature would do; they weren't picky eaters.
Normally, with Urnos burning one of his phylacteries, the Dimensional Rift he opened and the tens of thousands of thick-skinned and tough demons he summoned, while perhaps not enough to destroy the world, could certainly turn the entire New York into a true City of Chaos.
