pjbooks Chapter 140 Explanation? You, a dying little minion, dare to ask me for an explanation?
Chapter 140 Explanation? You, a dying little minion, dare to ask me for an explanation?
Where's the box?
Zhao Dezhu froze on the spot.
The dim light from the dome of the nest cast his long shadow on the empty sand, making him appear exceptionally lonely.
My mind went blank for a moment.
He whirled around, his gaze beneath the brim of his hat transforming into two sharp swords, frantically scanning every corner of the bone nest.
No.
There was nothing there.
The black metal box vanished as if it had never existed.
"No...impossible!"
For the first time, his dry, hoarse voice was filled with shock and rage.
The "parasite" inside him could clearly sense that since he entered the nest, there had been no signs of any life form intruding.
Is it spatial ability?
He immediately released his mental energy, like a fine fishing net, probing the surrounding spatial fluctuations inch by inch.
Have!
At the original location of the box, he detected an extremely faint, almost non-existent spatial echo.
Someone stole the box right under his nose using spatial abilities!
who is it? !
A chilling coldness shot up from his tailbone to the top of his head.
He's like a clown performing under the spotlight.
They thought they had everything under control.
Little did he know that in the dark audience seats, a pair of eyes had been coldly watching him, and when he was at his most smug, they stole the change from his pocket.
This feeling of being mocked enraged him beyond anything he had ever experienced.
"roar--!"
Unable to contain his rage, he unleashed a superhuman roar that erupted from his throat, creating an energy storm that scattered the sand and dust in the nest.
Chen Yifan, lurking in the shadows of the distant rock face, clearly sensed the mental storm.
He knew it was time for him to leave.
This den is about to become a venting ground for a madman.
Without the slightest hesitation, he silently blended into the shadows and swiftly ascended along the passageway he had come from.
……
On the surface, the battle situation took a dramatic turn due to the devastating blow inflicted on Karamon.
Without the unified command of the king and confused by Luo Tian's bizarre weapons, the once fearless Desert Predator Legion has fallen into complete chaos.
The survivors seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and launched a frantic counterattack.
"Now! Kill these bastards!"
The rattlesnake took the lead, its long whip like a dragon, each strike bringing up a cloud of foul-smelling green slurry.
The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal, combined with their resentment towards the lone wolf, transformed into their most primal fighting instinct.
However, their counterattack did not last long.
Boom—!
A loud bang came from the sand dunes not far behind them.
The massive, mountain-like body of the King of the Sands, Karamon, was pulled back up from the sand once more!
Its dark golden carapace developed large cracks, from which foul-smelling bodily fluids seeped out continuously, and most of its hundreds of compound eyes went out.
It suffered an unprecedented blow.
However, a dying king-level beast is often more terrifying than one in its prime.
Because all that remains of it is the purest, most destructive madness.
"It...it's not dead yet!"
One of the survivors, staring at the dozen or so remaining crimson compound eyes that were fixed on them, let out a desperate scream.
Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom once again.
They had just exhausted their last bit of spiritual energy and were now at their limit. How could they possibly fight against a mad king?
"Run...run!"
Someone shouted, and the morale that had just been built up instantly crumbled.
Everyone, including Rattlesnake, turned around without hesitation and ran for their lives away from Karamon.
They no longer had the courage to fight.
"Boss! Boss, did you see that?! This beast is dying!"
With snot and tears streaming down his face, Luo Tian followed behind Rattlesnake, running faster than anyone else. Although he was talking nonsense, he was actually secretly passing messages to Chen Yifan.
The rattlesnake, however, had no time to pay attention to this madman.
Her gaze was fixed on a sand dune in the distance.
Lone Wolf!
He must still be hiding nearby!
He orchestrated this whole thing; he must have a backup plan.
Find him and force him to make a move.
However, the thought only lasted a second before she extinguished it herself.
She glanced at the metal ring on her left wrist.
Tracker!
It will explode if you leave this area by 100 meters!
The lone wolf's position was clearly beyond this death radius.
What should I do?
Just as they were desperately spinning around in this hundred-meter radius like livestock in a pen, three figures suddenly rushed out from behind the sand dune in the distance.
It was Lone Wolf, Scarface, and Zhao Dezhu, the hooded man who returned!
At this moment, Lone Wolf's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
As soon as Zhao Dezhu came out, he told everyone what had happened in the lair, his anger almost burning away his reason.
The plan has completely gone off track!
I've got the Heart of the Desert!
But this thing has absolutely nothing to do with him!
What he wants is the secrets of the Qilin Group!
In the end, he became a clown who worked for others for free.
and!
What bothered him even more was that the group of trash he had used as bait were still alive.
"Zhao Dezhu!"
The wolf suddenly turned around and called out its name.
"Shouldn't you... give me an explanation?"
"Explain?"
"Hehehe...hehehehe..."
A dying nobody like him dares to ask for an explanation?
Zhao Dezhu let out a nervous chuckle.
He suddenly raised his head.
The hood slipped down.
It revealed a face covered with eerie black patterns, no longer resembling a human face.
Especially those eyes, which were pure black, with no whites and no pupils, like two bottomless whirlpools.
"Come here, I'll explain to you..."
He muttered to himself.
The next second, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and pounced straight at Lone Wolf!
"Zhao Dezhu! You've gone mad!"
The lone wolf's expression changed drastically; he felt a chill run down his spine and retreated frantically.
Is this monster, parasitized by the "Holy Cult," going to kill and silence witnesses?
However, Zhao Dezhu's figure took a strange turn halfway through.
The black smoke, like a ghost, turned towards the scarred man who was a beat too slow to react.
At that moment, the scarred man's hand had just touched the hilt of the knife.
late.
He couldn't even let out a scream.
The next second, the scarred man's tall body shriveled up at a visible speed, turning into a skin-and-bones desiccated corpse.
"crazy?"
A twisted laugh came from within the black smoke.
"I'm perfectly sober!"
"None of you will leave here alive!!"
Looking at the scarred man's corpse, Lone Wolf felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head.
That guy!
From the very beginning, there was no intention to let any person who knew the truth live!
run!