Chapter 329: Chapter 230 Cat God_3
Chen Lun’s mind flashed with this thought.
The golden sprout above his head shattered and dissipated, and he looked up to see the little white cat’s eyes had reverted to their simple, dazed expression. It looked around, somewhat confused about how it had ended up there.
Chen Lun knew that Maggie had left.
He beckoned, and the little white cat obediently jumped onto his lap.
Chen Lun thought for a moment and took out a piece of the Nature Faction’s Mysterious Substance, a small green sphere that resembled a herbal pill, emanating a rich life force.
This was one of the remnants of the Mysterious Substance batch purchased from the Silver Dragon Trade Association after the consumptions of transcribing the Supernatural Knowledge.
The little white cat sniffed the small green pill in his palm, licked it with interest, and finally popped it into its mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it.
‘Babu ate the Mysterious Substance of the Conspiracy Faction, and you shouldn’t be left out… After all, you’re the little white cat upon whom the Cat God had bestowed a miracle; consider it your reward.’
Chen Lun smiled and stroked its head.
Soon, Biebu’s body underwent some changes; its white fur became even more lustrous, its body more slender, and its claws and teeth sharper and shinier.
At first glance, it no longer looked like an ordinary house cat but rather a miniature whit leopard.
The white cat affectionately rubbed against Chen Lun’s palm.
‘The power of Nature provided evolution, its intelligence seems to have increased as well… Even Babu that silly dog wouldn’t stand a chance against it now.’
Jerome was swathed in bandages, wrapped in a dark red monk’s robe, revealing only one eye filled with hatred.
The Red Rose Squad was missing two members, a man and a woman who had been severely injured by Chen Lun and were now in urgent recuperation.
Although they had barely managed to save their lives, they couldn’t participate in any activities for a while. If not for being Ghouls with strong life force and regenerative abilities, such injuries would have likely been fatal.
The Bone Carving Doll in Jerome’s hand was full of cracks, and its eyes emitted a pale blue glow; the crystal ball on the table quickly flickered through a scene.
It was a bird’s-eye view, looking directly down at the outskirts of Amber City.
“Bales’ location has been locked, the Sun Church, Moon Church, and the Shelter are closing in… We just need to wait quietly for the right moment and strike at last to complete the mission,” Jerome said in a hoarse voice.
“Although he has regained his full strength with the original body, facing such a siege, he is bound to die.”
Jerome felt the pain in his body as if needles were prickling him and remembered the golden lightning, burning with wrath.
“I hope that little bug who stole Bales’ original body will also appear in this siege, so I can make him pay the price he deserves…”
Jerome said fiercely, the expressions of the other squad members solemn.
Speaking of which, the clinic had been attacked, and the coffin taken away; they too, bore some responsibility.
A strong desire for vengeance spread among each member’s heart.
For safety, Jerome manipulated the Bone Carving Doll to continue the divination, predicting the success rate of this operation for the Red Rose Squad.
The bone-faced little boy clicked and whirred, the blue light in its eyes flickering and reflecting into the crystal ball, causing the image to distort.
Soon, Jerome and the members of the Red Rose Squad saw a grey fog emerge.
As the fog slowly dispersed, an ordinary hand was revealed.
The hand turned upward, the index and middle fingers gently holding a stemmed glass filled with deep red wine, translucent and intoxicating.
Jerome immediately sensed danger.
He hastily stopped the Bone Carving Doll’s divination, but the scene in the crystal ball didn’t disappear; it continued to evolve.
Although it was just an image in a crystal ball, everyone heard the clear sound of glasses clinking.
A man’s light laughter.
Jerome abruptly looked up, and the eyes of all the Red Rose Squad members turned blood-red. Overflowing with murderous intent, they all fixed their gaze on Jerome.
“How could this attract the King of Slaughter?!”
The old man’s only visible eye flashed with horror.
He made a snap decision and burst backward explosively, his entire body like a raging wind, shooting out of the clinic’s Great Gate. In the process, he stuffed his hand into the Bone Carving Doll’s mouth and shouted into the doll’s ear:
Six massive Ghouls broke through the clinic’s Great Gate and walls, furiously chasing after him.
In their eyes, there was only slaughter.
The street was like a ruin, the crowd chaotic.
Blood splattered across the doors, windows, and street lamps.
In the middle of the shattered stone road lay six disfigured corpses, their spirituality vanished.
Jerome knelt among the corpses like a statue, dead for some time, his spirituality also gone, not transformed into Mysterious Objects or Mysterious Substance, preserving the original appearance of the corpses.
The Bone Carving Doll beside him shattered all over the ground like a pot dropped from a great height.
The bandages on the old man’s face were torn by the aftermath of the battle, showing his twisted expression of unwillingness.
Blood-like wine trickled continuously from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, ticking like a clock.
A male voice came from a distant land, yet no one heard:
“To my wine, I bequeath murder.”