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Chapter 285: Beast Fighting Postponed
On Fast Street in New Newland, there was a constant stream of pedestrians. It was almost time to get off work. Many respectable people working in banks and government departments pushed open the heavy glass doors and looked at the sky. The sun had already set and it was really cold, but fortunately it didn't rain.

Most of the pedestrians wrapped their scarves tightly, thinking about the party in the evening and looking around the streets. The lights were coming on and the nightlife of New London was about to begin.

The most eye-catching building facing the street is a three-story mansion. It is not a bank or a department store. I heard that a mysterious and wealthy foreign businessman bought it a few months ago. As soon as it gets dark, you can see the bright lights inside, and you can still see the luxurious decorations in most of the rooms even without curtains.

What a rich family! It has the nicest house on Fast Street; almost every passerby would exclaim in admiration.

In the second-floor living room, the only room with curtains, Prince Herama was sitting on a chair. After buying the villa, he had his own capable confidants renovate it, and the second-floor living room was the top priority.

A small platform half a meter high was built under the seat where Prince Herama was sitting to make it easier for him to watch the show.

And the actor… is still in the cage.

Balkan, who was accompanying the prince, noticed the look in his eyes and waved his hand gently. The vermilion plush cloth on four or five iron cages was torn open by the servants.

"Woo..."

A hoarse growl came from the cage, and a black jackal-like creature roamed restlessly in the cage. They were thin and slender, covered with short, hard black hair. Their sharp fangs bared outward, and turbid saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths onto the expensive carpet.

Prince Herama was very satisfied with the beasts' hunger and nodded frequently. He would occasionally hunch his back slightly to observe the beasts' exaggerated long noses and tall, upright ears.

The beast in the cage also observed the outside world with its narrow, slanted eyes.

They were so hungry that their eyes emitted a chilling red light.

"This batch of Typhon beasts feels good."

The prince tilted his head and spoke to Balkan.

"Of course. They are all adults. They are different from the cubs that came two years ago. They had been starving for two weeks before that."

Balkan said flatteringly.

"Well, continue."

Balkan clapped his hands again, and this time the servants pulled in a huge aquarium from outside. There were wheels at the bottom of the aquarium, but perhaps because it was too full of water, water would overflow from the aquarium from time to time during the pushing process. The aquarium was also covered with a layer of dark curtain.

As the aquarium was pulled to the center of the room, the servant saluted and lifted the curtain. The huge aquarium was three meters long, and the creatures inside it seemed a little crowded.

It was a huge crocodile. If you only looked at its head and tail, you would see that they were covered with hard, bumpy gray-green scales. Its cruel vertical pupils squinted at Prince Herama who was sitting on the high platform.

His torso and limbs looked more like a transitional state between humans and reptiles than a crocodile, being more slender and solid. Barkan even suspected that the monster in the tank could walk upright.

"Pitsoch, the real Pitsochi. The mystic who fooled you with the Sphinx's offspring has paid the price he deserved."

Balkan poured a glass of wine for Prince Herama and asked courteously:

"Start?"

The prince raised his hand, and the servant in charge of imprisoning the Typhon beast opened the cage door, while the servant in charge of transporting Pitsochi directly took out a wooden hammer and smashed it on the glass of the aquarium.

“Crack! Bang…”

The beasts were released from the cage, and the crocodile-like monsters also slid to the ground with the water flow. One of the servants ran a little slower and was grabbed by the calf by the Typhon beast.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the other Typhon beasts rushed over, and the puddles on the ground were instantly dyed blood red.

The other servants trembled and returned to their positions, but no one dared to escape. They knew the prince's temper. If they were knocked down by the beasts, they would just become bloody food in their mouths. If they left their posts without permission, their families far away in Kurt would probably suffer an even more miserable fate.

Seeing how bloodthirsty the Typhon beast was, Prince Herama couldn't help but become interested. He laughed and shook his head. It was unclear whether he was laughing at the uselessness of his men or at the savage look of the beast as it tore apart the corpse.

Balkan stood beside him with his eyes narrowed. He was used to this. Prince Herama had no other hobbies but to collect rare and exotic animals in the world and watch them fight. The Typhon Beast and Pitsochi in front of him were both servants of the gods, but so what?
The average beast prince would have gotten tired of playing long ago.

A Typhon beast, perhaps ignited by the smell of blood, had a hunting instinct. It looked at the master and servant on the platform, and then it broke into a run. Its speed was truly beyond the reach of ordinary hounds and wolves.

Sitting on his seat, Prince Herama stroked the box in his arms with one hand and reached out to the void in front of him with the other hand. The Typhon beast that pounced on him immediately fell to the ground, its body twitching constantly and its expression painful.

Soon, large gulps of liquid came out of its sharp, protruding mouth. After a while, it actually drowned.

Balkan knew that this was the effect of the prince's ancient relics.

Both the Typhon Beast and the Pitsochi possess intelligence far beyond that of wild beasts and are extremely cunning. After seeing their companions die, they also understood the situation at hand.

This is a cruel and merciless beast fighting show, and only one of the two participants can survive.

The Typhon beasts, having had their fill, crouched and turned their heads to growl at Pitsochi, while the crocodile-like monsters lay on the ground, twisting their heads impatiently and waving their tails. A brutal fight to decide life and death was about to begin.

In the end, it was the Typhon beasts who launched the attack first. They were numerous and fast in action. They attacked from one direction but suddenly dispersed. Some made feint attacks while others launched the main attack. Their coordination was even more skillful than that of human armies.

Pitsochi relied on his huge body and hard scales to ignore the enemies on the sides and back, and took the opportunity to attack them head-on.

The hall suddenly became lively with dying growls, screams of pain, and writhing struggles, like a symphony of chaos and brutality.

"Your Highness, there is something... I forgot to tell you a few days ago." Herama's attention was still attracted by the beast fighting performance in the center of the room. After more than ten seconds, he turned his head and looked at Balkan, meaning, go ahead.

"I gave the ancient relic I got from Bastis to Salimai for safekeeping. As you know, as a woman, it would be more convenient for her to activate the ancient relic."

Salimei was one of the assassins who attempted to assassinate Liu Yonglu in the Kujing Inn.

The prince uttered a noncommittal "hmm". He picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the table and put it into his mouth. In his sight, the Typhon beast gradually gained the upper hand.

"But Salimai was killed by Dou Niwar, and the ancient relic on her body... was also taken away by Dou Niwar."

Prince Herama turned his head, smiling, and just looked at Balkan without saying a word.

Balkan quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him. The few seconds he was stared at by Herama seemed extremely long.

"Ow!"

A howl was heard. It turned out that Pitsochi was lifted up by a Typhon beast by the arm. Prince Herama's attention was drawn to it. He thought that Pitsochi's soft belly would be exposed in the next second and the Typhon beast would rush over and bite his intestines to pieces. However, he did not expect that the crocodile-like monster would actually stand up upright like a human.

One of the largest Typhon beasts was unable to dodge and was bitten in half by Pitsochi in mid-air, turning the tide of the battle.

Having lost its leader, the Typhon beasts could no longer organize a decent attack and were soon bitten by Pitsochi. Pitsochi was also seriously injured, with blood all over his body. He lay listlessly on the ground, enjoying his delicious meal.

"Balkan, that ancient relic is very important, you know that?"

Originally Balkan thought that the matter was over. He chose this time to speak today because he wanted to use the wild beast to distract the prince's attention.

Prince Herama didn't turn his head, but Balkan broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as he was speechless and didn't know how to answer, there was a knock on the door and someone saved his life again.

"Mr. Wordsworth is here."

"Invite him in."

The prince did not leave his seat, but held his cheek with his hand and looked towards the door. Today was the day for the transaction with the Saint's Sect. According to the plan, Wordsworth would come here first to meet him.

The door opened, and Wordsworth, with his face tattooed and wearing a hood, glanced at the hall. He ignored the mess of monster corpses and walked straight towards Prince Herama.

On the way, he even stepped over the seriously injured Pitsochi without even looking at him.

Prince Herama nodded. He was very satisfied with his ally's courage. He still had his usual interested smile on his face and asked:
"When will the visitors arrive, Mr. Wordsworth?"

"It won't be here today. Things have changed."

Wordsworth went straight to the point. He did not need a waiter to serve him and pulled up a chair and sat opposite Prince Herama.

"What do you mean?"

"Someone from the Saint's sect called and said that the time has been moved to tomorrow and the location has also been changed."

The prince raised his eyebrows and smiled even more happily:

"Before, when I was in the Southern Continent, I only heard that the Saint Maiden Sect was the first religion of your Western Continent. At that time, I thought it was just a group of clergy who only knew how to talk nonsense every day and used this to cheat some money to spend.

I didn’t expect that they really had something.”

Prince Herama must have had ulterior motives in inviting the "Holy Inquisitor" to his mansion for a deal today, because the content of the transaction had been made very clear before.

Exchange Nikola's invention for Nikola's.

They don’t know whether the other party has invented it or not, but it is absolutely true that they don’t have Nikola. If they really meet, what deal can they make?
So from the very beginning, Prince Herama was prepared to turn the table.

I didn't expect the other party to change the time at the last minute. Did he see through my intentions in advance?
"Sir Herama, the Saint Maiden Sect is not just a name."

Wordsworth said slowly that he knew better than anyone how many special events related to the occult there were in the entire Western Continent. When people encountered such events, they would often look for the Saint Maiden Sect to resolve them first. The Saint Maiden Sect was by no means a name for nothing.

He had no idea which god was protecting such a large number of believers, but he knew that the Holy Virgin Sect was no mere decoration, not to mention that the one who came this time was an elite inquisitor from the Holy See.

"That's not all...Prince Herama, I have even worse news to tell you. It seems that we have underestimated the Saint Maiden Cult."

Sorry, sorry, it’s a bit late to post it today.

Why do I have to write even though I’m sick? It’s not that I value money over my life.

This year I agreed with my wife that I would take the children back to my parents' home for the Chinese New Year, which is in January. Once we get back, I will have to deal with my parents-in-law, and also take care of a 1-year-old child who is like a monkey. You can imagine how difficult that is.

So I should write now if I can, no matter what my physical condition is. At least I still have time. When the time comes and my father-in-law asks me to drink and play mahjong, I can't just refuse to meet him, haha. After all, I haven't brought the child home since he was born, so I still have to give him enough face in public.

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(End of this chapter)