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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0211_part_02
Chapter 429
chapter 0211 part 2
"Okay! How is Ivan's Adamantium research coming along? Any results?"
"Currently, the Weapon Research Laboratory has manufactured the first batch of Adamantium. However, the purity is not high. Yashida's formula produces Secondary Adamantium Alloy, which is inferior in quality to true Adamantium Alloy. Vibranium's strength is far superior to Adamantium Alloy. Currently, Ivan is trying to adjust the formula!". "Hmm? How audacious!"
As Tang Song spoke, his eyebrow twitched. His figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. The next instant, his body appeared behind the rockery several tens of meters away. He reached out and grabbed at a figure that was rapidly fleeing.
Radhoyaane Amato was a Demon, a hybrid one. His cheap Father was some Dark Night Demon from Hell, and his mother was a human.
In the Dark Council, there were many half-demons like him. The reasons for their birth were numerous: cult sacrifice, dark wizard experiments.
He relied on his cheap Father's innate ability to freely travel in the shadows. He became the top infiltrator and spy in the Dark Council.
The Mephisto-Following Lineage of Sorcerers hired him for twenty million US dollars to investigate the background of this Asian.
If necessary, he could directly assassinate him. Of course, if he succeeded in murder, he would receive an additional thirty million in subsequent payment.
A mortal. Radhoyaane Amato held his poisoned serpent-shaped dagger in a reverse grip. He had just infiltrated the Courtyard.
Tang Song's gaze swept over. The strength contained in his eyes was something Radhoyaane Amato had only felt from the Dark Council President and Vampire Dukes. But compared to this Asian, the President's aura seemed somewhat weak.
Radhoyaane Amato trembled. Just as he was about to escape, Tang Song suddenly flashed in front of him.
Radhoyaane Amato couldn't even see Tang Song's action clearly. He didn't even know how Tang Song had discovered him. By the time he saw Tang Song's face, which was now close at hand, Tang Song's large hand had already grabbed his neck, lifting him up like a small chicken.
"Sulfur smell!" Tang Song said faintly. "Demon aura. What is your relationship with Mephisto!"
Tang Song could see the essence of this person's soul at a glance. Demon. The only one he had been dealing with recently was Mephisto. But Mephisto really thought he could kill him with this guy, even if his ability to hide and move was decent.
He even managed to fool the Big Dogs in the Manor!
"I..." Radhoyaane Amato was about to speak when Lane walked over, shattered his shoulders with two fists, dislocated his jaw, and kicked his kneecaps to pieces.
He was in charge of the Manor's security work. Letting someone sneak in without knowing made him lose face greatly in front of his Boss.
"Take him away and find out what's going on!"
Tang Song casually threw the person aside, and two German Men dragged him out.
"Boss! It's the Soul Church people. This is a notorious Evil Cult in the Underworld, worshipping the Hell-Lord Mephisto. We've already found out their base!"
In less than ten minutes, a German Man with blood all over his hands came to Tang Song and bowed to report.
"Lane, you haven't taken action in a while after the Serum Zero injection, have you? This is a good opportunity to test it out and get familiar with your strength!" Tang Song tilted his head and glanced at Lane.
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane led twenty Card Soldiers into a warehouse in Northern New York City.
About half an hour later, Lane, wearing a full set of Adamantium Alloy Plating Battlegear, emerged from the warehouse with his armed subordinates in a mighty procession, his face grim.
In Central Manhattan, a black Tall building, stacked floor by floor like a tower.
Around the Tall building, there was about a hundred meters of green space, surrounded by a ten-meter-high Iron Gate.
A black Lincoln car slowly drove into the Iron Gate and stopped at the entrance of the Tall building.
A Middle-aged Man with pale skin, wearing a brown suit, got out of the car with several other Middle-aged Men with strange complexions. He showed the skull-made badge in his hand.
The Iron Gate at the entrance automatically slid open slightly, and the Middle-aged Man led his people inside. The Iron Gate closed smoothly immediately after.
In the Hall inside the Gate, over thirty wizards in black robes stood in a semicircle. Seeing the Middle-aged Man enter, they immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Welcome, Priest Harby."
The Priest nodded and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, pay attention... I've had some bad premonitions lately. Anyone who dares to provoke My Lord is not simple. Gather the souls of psychic girls as quickly as possible so that My Lord's true body strength can break the sanctum mages' seal!"
"Yes, Priest Harby!"
"Hehe, summoning Mephisto's true body descent, who will the Dark Council listen to then!?"
Across the Tall building, in an Office on the top floor with the curtains drawn, the Necromancer held his black cat affectionately in his arms, pinching it tightly several times before saying, "Hmm, disrupt their action... if necessary, we can leak the information to the New York Sanctum!"
The Necromancer cackled, "That's right, that's right. I'm sure the sanctum mages wouldn't want another Demon Great Lord descending in his true body. Our information says that one is being held up by Dormammu?"
Standing beside him was an Elder with gray hair meticulously combed, fine wrinkles on his face, and bright blue eyeballs like two sapphires. His handsome face, tall and straight body, combined with his absolutely exquisite black gown, made him look like someone who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.
"Dormammu? Chairman Norse, do you think Dormammu can hold back the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Norse glared at him and muttered, "Dracula, don't mention that name."
"Those Demon-Worshipping Factions cannot be trusted. How much manpower do we have at hand? What do you say about us killing a Demon Great Lord's clone?"
Norse's soul fire under his black robe flickered wildly as he calculated, "You, me, plus twelve Vampire Dukes, seven orc chieftains, we can probably deal with one Demon Great Lord!"
Dracula glared at him, "Don't think that way. Mephisto's strength is a secret even in Hell. He is very strong, don't provoke him! What we need to do is disrupt his descent!"
Norse suddenly cackled for a while, tormenting the poor black cat in his arms.
"This kind of work, stopping a demon descent, if I remember correctly, was The Church's job in the Middle Ages. Huh?"
Through the window, Norse looked at the sky under the night. Several helicopters were circling above the opposite Tall building.
A strong wind hit them. Before the transport aircraft had even landed, the hatch was impatiently lowered, and dozens of Card Squad members jumped down from high altitude, riding Dark Magic Skateboards.
A young man in a white trench coat, holding a cane, stepped out and was already standing on the Rooftop of the Tall building.
White trench coat, handsome face. Norse was sharp-eyed; he noticed the cane's cane head was an ancient-looking beast head, its two silver eyeballs shining brightly.
The moment his gaze met those two silver eyeballs, he felt the skeleton under his black robe sting as if being cut by knives.
"It seems those who dare to provoke Mephisto are ruthless individuals," Norse chuckled, seeing the young man's face. "Poor Councillor Harby, someone has come knocking!"
"Hmm!?"
Tang Song felt the gaze of being spied upon and looked up at the opposite Tall building.
Over a dozen men in black suits jumped out of the cabin and stood behind Tang Song. "Boss!" Lane followed Tang Song's gaze towards the opposite Tall building.
"Okay! How is Ivan's Adamantium research coming along? Any results?"
"Currently, the Weapon Research Laboratory has manufactured the first batch of Adamantium. However, the purity is not high. Yashida's formula produces Secondary Adamantium Alloy, which is inferior in quality to true Adamantium Alloy. Vibranium's strength is far superior to Adamantium Alloy. Currently, Ivan is trying to adjust the formula!". "Hmm? How audacious!"
As Tang Song spoke, his eyebrow twitched. His figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. The next instant, his body appeared behind the rockery several tens of meters away. He reached out and grabbed at a figure that was rapidly fleeing.
Radhoyaane Amato was a Demon, a hybrid one. His cheap Father was some Dark Night Demon from Hell, and his mother was a human.
In the Dark Council, there were many half-demons like him. The reasons for their birth were numerous: cult sacrifice, dark wizard experiments.
He relied on his cheap Father's innate ability to freely travel in the shadows. He became the top infiltrator and spy in the Dark Council.
The Mephisto-Following Lineage of Sorcerers hired him for twenty million US dollars to investigate the background of this Asian.
If necessary, he could directly assassinate him. Of course, if he succeeded in murder, he would receive an additional thirty million in subsequent payment.
A mortal. Radhoyaane Amato held his poisoned serpent-shaped dagger in a reverse grip. He had just infiltrated the Courtyard.
Tang Song's gaze swept over. The strength contained in his eyes was something Radhoyaane Amato had only felt from the Dark Council President and Vampire Dukes. But compared to this Asian, the President's aura seemed somewhat weak.
Radhoyaane Amato trembled. Just as he was about to escape, Tang Song suddenly flashed in front of him.
Radhoyaane Amato couldn't even see Tang Song's action clearly. He didn't even know how Tang Song had discovered him. By the time he saw Tang Song's face, which was now close at hand, Tang Song's large hand had already grabbed his neck, lifting him up like a small chicken.
"Sulfur smell!" Tang Song said faintly. "Demon aura. What is your relationship with Mephisto!"
Tang Song could see the essence of this person's soul at a glance. Demon. The only one he had been dealing with recently was Mephisto. But Mephisto really thought he could kill him with this guy, even if his ability to hide and move was decent.
He even managed to fool the Big Dogs in the Manor!
"I..." Radhoyaane Amato was about to speak when Lane walked over, shattered his shoulders with two fists, dislocated his jaw, and kicked his kneecaps to pieces.
He was in charge of the Manor's security work. Letting someone sneak in without knowing made him lose face greatly in front of his Boss.
"Take him away and find out what's going on!"
Tang Song casually threw the person aside, and two German Men dragged him out.
"Boss! It's the Soul Church people. This is a notorious Evil Cult in the Underworld, worshipping the Hell-Lord Mephisto. We've already found out their base!"
In less than ten minutes, a German Man with blood all over his hands came to Tang Song and bowed to report.
"Lane, you haven't taken action in a while after the Serum Zero injection, have you? This is a good opportunity to test it out and get familiar with your strength!" Tang Song tilted his head and glanced at Lane.
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane led twenty Card Soldiers into a warehouse in Northern New York City.
About half an hour later, Lane, wearing a full set of Adamantium Alloy Plating Battlegear, emerged from the warehouse with his armed subordinates in a mighty procession, his face grim.
In Central Manhattan, a black Tall building, stacked floor by floor like a tower.
Around the Tall building, there was about a hundred meters of green space, surrounded by a ten-meter-high Iron Gate.
A black Lincoln car slowly drove into the Iron Gate and stopped at the entrance of the Tall building.
A Middle-aged Man with pale skin, wearing a brown suit, got out of the car with several other Middle-aged Men with strange complexions. He showed the skull-made badge in his hand.
The Iron Gate at the entrance automatically slid open slightly, and the Middle-aged Man led his people inside. The Iron Gate closed smoothly immediately after.
In the Hall inside the Gate, over thirty wizards in black robes stood in a semicircle. Seeing the Middle-aged Man enter, they immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Welcome, Priest Harby."
The Priest nodded and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, pay attention... I've had some bad premonitions lately. Anyone who dares to provoke My Lord is not simple. Gather the souls of psychic girls as quickly as possible so that My Lord's true body strength can break the sanctum mages' seal!"
"Yes, Priest Harby!"
"Hehe, summoning Mephisto's true body descent, who will the Dark Council listen to then!?"
Across the Tall building, in an Office on the top floor with the curtains drawn, the Necromancer held his black cat affectionately in his arms, pinching it tightly several times before saying, "Hmm, disrupt their action... if necessary, we can leak the information to the New York Sanctum!"
The Necromancer cackled, "That's right, that's right. I'm sure the sanctum mages wouldn't want another Demon Great Lord descending in his true body. Our information says that one is being held up by Dormammu?"
Standing beside him was an Elder with gray hair meticulously combed, fine wrinkles on his face, and bright blue eyeballs like two sapphires. His handsome face, tall and straight body, combined with his absolutely exquisite black gown, made him look like someone who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.
"Dormammu? Chairman Norse, do you think Dormammu can hold back the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Norse glared at him and muttered, "Dracula, don't mention that name."
"Those Demon-Worshipping Factions cannot be trusted. How much manpower do we have at hand? What do you say about us killing a Demon Great Lord's clone?"
Norse's soul fire under his black robe flickered wildly as he calculated, "You, me, plus twelve Vampire Dukes, seven orc chieftains, we can probably deal with one Demon Great Lord!"
Dracula glared at him, "Don't think that way. Mephisto's strength is a secret even in Hell. He is very strong, don't provoke him! What we need to do is disrupt his descent!"
Norse suddenly cackled for a while, tormenting the poor black cat in his arms.
"This kind of work, stopping a demon descent, if I remember correctly, was The Church's job in the Middle Ages. Huh?"
Through the window, Norse looked at the sky under the night. Several helicopters were circling above the opposite Tall building.
A strong wind hit them. Before the transport aircraft had even landed, the hatch was impatiently lowered, and dozens of Card Squad members jumped down from high altitude, riding Dark Magic Skateboards.
A young man in a white trench coat, holding a cane, stepped out and was already standing on the Rooftop of the Tall building.
White trench coat, handsome face. Norse was sharp-eyed; he noticed the cane's cane head was an ancient-looking beast head, its two silver eyeballs shining brightly.
The moment his gaze met those two silver eyeballs, he felt the skeleton under his black robe sting as if being cut by knives.
"It seems those who dare to provoke Mephisto are ruthless individuals," Norse chuckled, seeing the young man's face. "Poor Councillor Harby, someone has come knocking!"
"Hmm!?"
Tang Song felt the gaze of being spied upon and looked up at the opposite Tall building.
Over a dozen men in black suits jumped out of the cabin and stood behind Tang Song. "Boss!" Lane followed Tang Song's gaze towards the opposite Tall building.
