Chapter 90: Chapter Ninety: Little Buddy, I Didn't Expect You to Also Be a God-Demon Walker

Is something that makes the Heavenly Dog feel threatened approaching from that direction?

Tang Luo showed an expression of considerable interest.

Is the Heavenly Dog weak?

If we say weak, she is now much weaker than the "Little Match Girl" in the mission world.

But that bite force is enough to bite to death a first-tier God-Demon Walker who has survived six missions—absolutely not weak.

Moreover, it's not just one bite.

Does this mission world actually have something that can make the Heavenly Dog's fur stand on end?

"What are you doing?" Leonidas asked.

He had already put on the earpiece, the silencer on the bodyguard surrounding Tang Luo was enough for the two to communicate remotely.

Before Tang Luo could say anything, the sound of a car driving broke the silence.

A car drove into the manor, not along the road, like a mad bull, charging straight in.

Braked, fishtailed, stopped, the car lay sideways to one side.

"Oh, this is your reliance?" Leonidas said, "Your trump card?" suppressing his inner unease.

"... Are they not your people?" Tang Luo turned and asked.

Your Yida?

No, it's your Yida.

The two fell silent at the same time, silence being tonight's Sullivan Manor.

An unknown third party barged in?

Leonidas's face instantly darkened; as a former fisherman, he naturally hated this situation the most.

"Kill them!" he thought, regardless—Leonidas's subconscious reminded him, something's off tonight!

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguards immediately opened fire, including those few snipers.

They enveloped Tang Luo and the black car within the attack range.

Tang Luo rolled on the spot, dodging the bullets together with the Heavenly Dog.

Although I don't know what came, it's better to play it safe—just in case we scare the other side away, that wouldn't be good.

Under the hail of bullets, the black business car instantly became riddled with holes.

However, one could see golden light slowly "seeping" out from inside.

"Not bad an ability." Inside the car, a white-haired man with Nero's fate, also calling himself Nero, stood firm as Mount Tai.

In the passenger seat, Deloris was using her ability—Guardian's Light.

Blocking these bullets was no problem.

"Go, kill them all." Nero issued the same command as Leonidas.

A man opened his mouth, a high-pressure water gun sprayed from his mouth, shattering the car window beside him and hitting a bodyguard.

Another man directly rammed open the car door, his face and the back of his hands covered in a layer of earth-gray.

Making him look as if he had rolled around in the mud.

Bullets hit him, piercing his clothes, but unable to pierce his body, nor could they stop him from charging toward those bodyguards.

The woman in the driver's seat kept constantly changing her hand gestures, murmuring words under her breath.

Beneath her feet gradually appeared a circular, constantly rotating magic array, emitting a purple glow.

In the magic array, a mouse with only scarlet red eyes burst out first, rushing toward those bodyguards.

One mouse isn't scary, two are nothing much.

But when dozens of mice, without regard for anything, launch a death charge, the situation is different.

A bodyguard let out a shout, his gun barrel swung sideways, letting his comrade nearby feel the care of a pig teammate.

Before he could shake off the mouse he had bitten and stomp it dead, a second, third, fourth...

A group of mice "covered his body," and only horror could describe it.

Like a person on fire, he could only keep rolling on the ground, trying in this futile way to preserve his life.

Before he could crush all the mice on his body, his throat had already been bitten through.

"... What the hell are these things!" Leonidas's eyes no longer had the calm of controlling everything.

That water column he could still understand—nothing more than a high-pressure water gun.

But what the hell is that "clay person" charging out from behind?

Where did that fearless, man-biting group of mice come from?

Magic? No, absolutely impossible!

At this point, Leonidas would no longer deceive himself.

"Sir, let's withdraw first." The old butler also saw the situation was wrong.

This suddenly appearing third party displayed abilities that basically only exist in fantasy.

"... First kill Wayne·Kate." Leonidas said, Wayne·Kate must die!

From the current situation, Wayne·Kate's death is no longer the jewel on the crown at his coronation ceremony.

But the reliance for the Sullivan family to rise again.

After tonight, if he cannot get Wayne·Kate's head, the Sullivan family will likely be drowned in the long river of history.

Even if he is a seat representative, but seat representatives have time limits.

Moreover, the weakened Sullivan family will be directly voted out by other seat representatives.

Only by killing Wayne·Kate, with the help of the chain hotel, can there be a glimmer of hope.

"Why is it like this..." Leonidas's expression was very twisted.

Clearly already a seat representative, clearly Wayne Kate came to die, clearly it should be double the joy!

Why did it end up like this in the end?

His people, those guests, who exactly killed them?

Wayne Kate, or this third-party force?

These damned baboons who only wave firearms, what right do they have to shatter my years of hard work?!

"Master, let's go." The old butler pushed the wheelchair and was about to leave.

On the lawn, Tang Luo, who was dodging to watch the spectacle, saw the "source of all evil" trying to flee, grabbed the Heavenly Hound and placed it on his shoulder, then leapt up.

The height of three stories was crossed in an instant.

Tang Luo threw a punch, and the glass capable of blocking rocket projectiles was instantly covered in cracks in the blink of an eye.

Countless tiny fragments poured down all at once onto the balcony.

The glass capable of blocking rocket projectile attacks, under Tang Luo's casual punch, directly shattered into the finest granular fragments.

Leonid, the old butler was hit full-on by the granular fragments, but fortunately due to the material, the fragments had no sharp edges.

The two only felt pain, but were not truly injured.

"The poor monk has not yet saved the two of you; why must you benefactors rush to leave?" Tang Luo said, looking at the two.

These two might possibly undergo spiritual salvation, which should help him continue his future salvation efforts.

The old butler flashed and drew his pistol, but his finger did not pull the trigger.

Can a bullet really be effective against a monster capable of shattering such glass with a single punch?

"Young master, you go first." At this moment, the old butler's loyal hound attribute was unmistakably displayed, and his form of address became the one he was most familiar with.

"... Together." Leonid said.

"How come I feel like I'm a villain?" Tang Luo felt somewhat dissatisfied.

A gang of thugs, who normally do nothing but heaven-defying and reason-destroying deeds.

Master Xuanzang clearly came to act on heaven's behalf and earn merit.

You actually started playing a Qiong Yao-style "if you leave, we leave together" drama here?

You've made the gangsters lose all face!

"Still want to leave?" Tang Luo walked toward the two and spoke the villain's line: "Everyone must be saved."

"Whoosh——"

The sound of breaking through the air.

Tang Luo's steps stopped; a stone whistled past before him, merging into the night and vanishing.

"Wayne Kate." Nero leaned against the broken-down car, one hand tossing a stone up and down.

The melee on the lawn had already ended.

Including the hidden sniper with the freezing gun, who was also dealt with.

Among the four demonic wanderers, two sustained minor injuries, while the other two remained unharmed.

But since the skill was used, combat power is definitely affected.

Nero didn't act earlier; now, to deal with the true mission target, is the time for him to strike!

"Dog, watch them." Tang Luo patted the Heavenly Hound's head.

The Heavenly Hound leapt down and bared its teeth at the old butler and Leonid.

"..."

Leonid was so angry he nearly stood up from the wheelchair.

Just forget about the person?

Now they actually want a dog to watch them! They don't even treat us as humans!

I can't bear it! Absolutely cannot bear it!

The old butler turned his gun and aimed it at the Heavenly Hound.

Tang Luo completely ignored what was happening behind him and walked to the balcony.

Nero straightened up, dropped the stone, and made a throat-slashing gesture at Tang Luo, very provocative.

Kill the dog?

No, he has no interest.

The demon's bloodline and power crave battle!

A fierce, passionate, exhilarating battle!

Battle is an important way for fate-holders to grow stronger.

The other four demonic wanderers had already entered the castle; Nero the Great kills people, they kill dogs—division of labor is clear.

"Bang!"

A loud bang drowned out the old butler's gunshot.

Tang Luo and the Heavenly Hound vanished from the spot simultaneously.

The bullet missed, leaving a mark on the balcony floor.

The old butler let out a miserable cry, his gun fell to the ground, and several deep wounds exposing bone appeared on his wrist.

Blood gushed out; the old butler took out a large handkerchief from his pocket, treated his wound while glancing at the Husky.

The Husky squatted on the ground, staring at the old butler, its eyes emitting an eerie green glow.

It gives the feeling not of a dog, but of a cat.

"What on earth is this thing!" Leonid stared at the Heavenly Hound.

Internally a dog, physically a cat, appearing as a dog, the Heavenly Hound is an "existence" he cannot comprehend in this lifetime.

On the other side, Nero and the car behind him had already disappeared.

Tang Luo stood where he had originally been standing.

On the lawn, a wide and long trail of destruction extended outward.

At the end of the trail, the car was broken into two sections, with only a single lotus-fiber-like connection remaining, a large but not round vehicle.

In the middle of the car, Nero lay on his back, his face filled with a dazed expression.

One-third of the bones in his body were fractured.

His chest caved in, and his internal organs were damaged and ruptured.

Blood slowly seeped out from his mouth.

Gazing at the night sky, Nero's gaze slowly regained focus, his body shifted to one side, and he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"You——this damned bastard!" he growled lowly, Nero slowly pushed himself up.

The fractured and shattered bones on his body quickly returned to their original state, and his caved-in chest re-expanded.

The demon's bloodline granted him extraordinary regenerative power.

For ordinary people, even a first-step demonwalker would consider such injuries fatal, yet Nero had fully recovered in less than two minutes.

"Hmm, this feels somewhat familiar." Tang Luo watched as a man with white hair and red eyes slowly emerged from the darkness, exuding astonishing pressure, and recalling the earlier performance of those people, a flash of insight struck him.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to also be a demonwalker!"