"Don’t exaggerate so much!"
Drake looked down at Tokyo Port from mid-air, and the fighting spirit he had accumulated before dissipated a little. Because as a battlefield, the current Tokyo Port was a bit too lively.
A week passed quickly, and it was time for the Puppet King’s appointment.
But when Drake arrived at Tokyo Port, he found that it hadn’t been cleared as he had thought.
On the contrary, a lot of people had gathered around the outskirts of Tokyo Port, and several helicopters were flying around in the sky.
He could vaguely see people carrying cameras inside the helicopters.
Although there were only ten people in this battle, several of them were at the Demon Person level.
The destructive power of this level of battle was comparable to a large-scale battle. How could these people not be afraid at all?
Just then, the earpiece in Drake’s ear rang.
Shinomiya Kurokane said on the other side, It’s very surprising, right! I don’t understand what those people are thinking either.
They said that this battle would cause a lot of damage to Tokyo Bay, so they needed to earn some repair funds.
Drake said with a dark face, "So how much money did the broadcasting rights sell for?"
Shinomiya Kurokane said, "I heard that it sold for more than 200 million yen."
Drake said speechlessly, "Do these people have some kind of misunderstanding about the destructive power of the Demon Person level? Can 200 million yen fix it?"
Two hundred million yen was less than 1.5 million US dollars. You had to know that a large seaport like Tokyo Port couldn’t be repaired without hundreds of millions of US dollars.
Those politicians wouldn’t think that so many Demon People couldn’t even destroy one Tokyo Port, right!
So that little money was completely useless, and it was very likely that innocent people would be involved. The person who made this decision was really stupid and ignorant.
However, Drake was in no mood to care about these things anymore, because the Puppet King had already appeared in front of him.
Drake landed back on the ground, facing the arriving enemies with Shinomiya Kurokane and the others.
Only after seeing the Puppet King in reality for the first time could Drake feel the twisted malice that the handsome young man possessed in his heart.
"We’ve finally met!" The Puppet King looked at Drake with a fascinated expression.
Drake got goosebumps all over his body, saying, "I don’t remember us being very familiar!"
The Puppet King shook his head, saying, "Don’t be so cold! I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for a long time."
Drake said, "I’ve always had a question. Why me?"
The Puppet King sighed, saying, "You don’t understand how dazzling you are! You’re both strong and know how to dedicate yourself to your companions.
Your companions also trust and rely on you. You’re completely like the hero in the story!
I admire people like you the most!"
Drake opened his mouth, not saying the cheesy line "Admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding."
Because the admiration that the other party was talking about was definitely not normal. He was probably wanting to see noble people fall into the mud. That was what he wanted to see.
The Puppet King looked at the four people opposite him, saying, "By the way, where’s that Crimson Princess? Why didn’t she come?"
Hearing him mention Stella, Drake couldn’t help but frown.
Sure enough, the Puppet King continued, saying, "I wanted to capture her before, so that she and you, Drake, could kill each other. That would definitely be extremely interesting!
But she’s always by your side, so I have no chance to attack at all!"
Killing intent surged out of Drake’s body, directly pressing towards the Puppet King and his group.
"You really know how to arouse my killing intent! But it doesn’t matter. Stella will definitely arrive and personally tell you how foolish that idea is."
As soon as Drake finished speaking, a fiery meteor streaked across the sky, approaching this side.
Drake smiled, looking up at the falling fiery meteor.
The fiery meteor defied the laws of physics, instantly slowing down to a standstill, finally stopping in front of Drake.
The flames dissipated, revealing Stella inside. She looked at Drake, saying, "How is it? I’m not late, right!"
Drake reached out to help Stella organize her slightly messy hair, saying, "The timing is just right. Was the special training smooth?"
Stella gave a thumbs up, saying, "Just watch me perform later!"
The Puppet King clapped his hands, saying, "Now that everyone is here, let’s start... killing each other!"
Although it was the Puppet King who announced the start of the battle, someone had already moved before him.
, Naseem Al-Salem, was born in a country torn by war. It was precisely because of this that Naseem had embarked on the path of a mercenary.
Relying on his powerful ability and vast magic power, Naseem had destroyed even more countries than he could count on his fingers.
But no one knew that this strong man who brought death was always pursuing the feeling of walking on the edge of death when he was still weak.
Because only that could give him a sense of reality in life.
But as he got stronger and stronger, he had never been able to experience that feeling again.
And today, just now, after feeling Drake’s killing intent, he suddenly had a feeling of being able to experience the feeling of throwing everything away to survive again.
So how could he endure it? He rushed up first, and the armored gauntlet Device had already appeared on his hands.
Drake’s own was also an armored gauntlet, and he had also seen his senior sister Fu Xiaoli’s , but Naseem’s was completely different.
It was a pair of armored gauntlets that were black all over, dotted with few golden decorations. Drake could only feel a strong aura of death on them.
He didn’t know if Drake’s sense of smell was sharp, but he also smelled a nauseating stench of corpses on them.
"Bone Ash Storm!"
Black magic power wrapped around Naseem’s body, forming a huge storm.
That storm, as if from hell, was naturally not just an ordinary storm. You could clearly see that the places where the storm blew began to crack and shatter.
Naseem’s ability was desiccation, which could violently extract the moisture from all objects, turning them into dry, dead sand.
The several small countries that had been destroyed by Naseem had already turned into lifeless deserts. This was also the origin of his title, .
However, one could create deserts, one used silk threads, and there was also Kurogane Ikki, this swordsman.
Hmm, was the Puppet King trying to form the Seven Warlords of the Sea and debut on the spot?
Naseem wasn’t delusional that one could solve everyone. This move was just to divide the battlefield. The storm instantly separated everyone.
Drake’s body was wrapped in flames, and the black storm couldn’t blow his body at all.
Shinomiya Kurokane hadn’t been blown away either. As soon as the black airflow approached her, it became chaotic, dissipating into the air on its own.
The ability of the time system was just that outrageous. Shinomiya Kurokane could even speak leisurely.
"We’ve been separated. What should we do now?"
Drake replied, "It seems that the strongest is this Desert Death God. In that case, Chairman, you go hold off Ikki first. I’ll take care of this guy."
Shinomiya Kurokane nodded, saying, "Not a bad plan. I also happen to want to see how much Mr. Kurogane has grown."
Saying this, she raised the pistol-shaped Device in her hand, firing in one direction.
The bullet hit that direction, and the air rippled as if waves were spreading. The time in a space became slow.
And in the next instant, Kurogane Ikki, holding Intetsu, broke into that space, his movements all becoming slow.
Among everyone present, only Shinomiya Kurokane could restrain Kurogane Ikki without hurting him.
And Drake could focus on dealing with the Desert Death God in front of him.
After stabilizing her body, Ascari naturally sought out the Puppet King first. She had been working hard to become stronger for this moment.
And Tatara Yui sought out with killing intent.
B B’s body inflated like a balloon, slapping towards Stella with one palm.
Everyone found their opponents, and the battle officially began.
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