My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 40 - 39 Command Token and Responsive Object 2nd Update_1

40: Chapter 39: Command Token and Responsive Object (2nd Update)_1

40: Chapter 39: Command Token and Responsive Object (2nd Update)_1

Owen Bertram pulled out the bone dagger and waved it repeatedly, but the whiskers were not only ultra-tough but also endless.

Even if he cut off a strand, more would surge up from behind.

“Hahaha!” Old Camel laughed out loud.

“Rooting Whiskers” divine skill was his go-to ability, which he had practiced more powerfully over the years.

However, there hadn’t been many worthy opponents for him to use it on.

Unexpectedly, he encountered such a tough fellow in this small mountain village today.

For the great chance in Burning Hillock, everything was worth it.

As he continued to pull on his beard, he said to his two allies, “Once I catch this fellow and interrogate him, I’ll hand him over to you.

By all means, take your revenge.”

“Old Camel, so powerful!” The two cultivators swallowed their healing pills and flattered him without missing a beat.

Owen Bertram was in a terrible situation.

Though the bone dagger could sever the whiskers, it wasn’t effective against this kind of beard.

Apart from the bone dagger, other things were powerless against the whiskers.

Owen Bertram screamed inwardly, urging Little Loach to come and help.

However, Little Loach swam up and down in the river water and seemed not to have heard.

The endless, terrifying whiskers surged over the mountains and fields, wrapping Owen Bertram layer by layer.

Owen Bertram soon became a huge white cocoon…

Owen Bertram continued to struggle, but it seemed useless.

The old camel stopped pulling his whiskers outward and began to reel them in like a net.

The Great Seal Apparition flipped out in the air!

It firmly suppressed Owen Bertram’s figure, unwavering as a mountain.

Old Camel secretly wondered why he couldn’t move it when he began to pull in the net.

Then, the “death” heterotext trembled again…

A death force permeated the area, and the snow-white whiskers rapidly turned gray, withering like dead vines in autumn.

Owen Bertram was overjoyed, realizing the truth.

No wonder Little Loach didn’t pay attention to him; he himself possessed the power to fight against these whiskers.

The “death” heterotext kept shaking, and the spiritual energy related to death rolled out.

The “warm currents” within his body gushed out from various spiritual cavities, and after converging through the “death” heterotext, they all turned into spiritual energy.

The utterly tough whiskers withered and died in patches.

On the hillside, Old Camel’s expression changed in shock, “What’s going on…”

Before he could figure it out, the white cocoon of whiskers wrapped around Owen Bertram had completely turned to dust, scattering all over the place.

However, it was not over yet.

The force of death traced back along the whiskers.

Like a contagion, a large area of whiskers underground was “killed” by this force, and the undulating ground became calm as the whiskers “died.”

The waves came from the hillside towards Owen Bertram, and the calm spread from Owen Bertram towards the hillside.

Old Camel sensed an intense crisis; he instantly decided that he needed to cut off the connection between him and the whiskers.

Otherwise, this bizarre yet terrifying force would invade his body through his own whiskers.

But…how could he cut them off?

It was difficult for Owen Bertram to sever the whiskers, and the same went for Old Camel!

The “Rooting Whiskers” divine skill was powerful, but Old Camel had only thought about how to make its power stronger while practicing it.

He had never considered how to “cut the whiskers to save his life”!

After all, no one ever thought they would encounter such a situation.

Old Camel spread his five fingers, his nails growing rapidly into razor-sharp blades that could easily cut through a common flying sword.

However, despite his constant waving, he could hardly cut off a few whiskers!

At this moment, the formidable and tough “Rooting Whiskers” divine skill had become Old Camel’s own restraint!

Old Camel panicked a bit because he knew that before he completely cut off the whiskers, the force of death would invade his body.

He gritted his teeth and continued to pull out his whiskers, hoping to delay the arrival of the death force while waving the other hand to sever the whiskers as quickly as possible.

But the whiskers were too tough, and the speed of the death force was too fast.

The endless waves in the mountains and fields calmed down rapidly, the whiskers died ceaselessly, and the force of death eventually struck back.

The Taoist priest and Lady Hamilton stared in disbelief at everything that happened before them.

From Old Camel’s initial triumphant laughter in controlling the sweeping mountains with a wave of his hand, to the silent invasion of death that left him, a Second Level cultivator, at a loss…

The gray necrosis finally reached Old Camel, who tried his best to pull on his beard.

However, there was a limit to the divine skill, the speed of beard growth slowed down, death invaded his chin, and then Old Camel’s chin turned gray-black and lost its vitality.

Subsequently, the force of death spread upwards to his head and downwards to his neck and chest.

At almost the same speed, Old Camel soon became motionless, as the force of death spread upwards, turning his entire head gray-black. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Moreover, the force of death didn’t merely “kill” Old Camel; it completely drained every part of his body and every bit of his vitality.

Although he had died, the gray-black parts of his body continued to turn gray-white and, like the whiskers, completely turned to ashes.

The Taoist priest and Lady Hamilton suddenly felt something was wrong.

They looked down to see the force of death sweeping towards them from underground.

When Old Camel had used his divine skill earlier, he cunningly split two strands to quietly wrap around their feet.

The two of them turned pale and cursed, “This old bastard…!”

Then their entire feet were assaulted by the force of death, turning gray-black, and the gray-black quickly spread upward, infecting their whole bodies…

About the duration of an incense stick, three powerful cultivators turned to ashes on an unnamed hillside.

Owen Bertram let out a long sigh of relief, withdrew the spiritual energy, and suddenly discovered that the “death” heterotext had turned pitch black.

It gradually transformed into a red command token, similar to the one held by the ancient demon corpse, with the “death” character in heterotext written on it instead of the word “kill.”

After condensing the responsive object, the command token and the fairy peach were finally on par.

In this spiritual cavity, a sense of “harmony” finally emerged.

Little Loach poked his head out of the river nearby, shaking his head and tail, as if mocking his elder brother for being scared by such a small scene.

Owen Bertram ignored him and secretly approached the position of the three cultivators.

People of the Extinct Village generally didn’t leave since their bodies had been invaded by cold poison from living there for years, and they wouldn’t survive for more than three years outside either.

Once they left the village, they would be closely watched by the imperial court officials.

However, leaving the village for a short distance occasionally and then quickly returning would not be discovered.

The imperial court did not keep a close watch on this area.