Big Capitalist

Chapter 781 Let’s begin!

As soon as Daisy finished speaking, the lizardman in the corner suddenly opened his sharp claws and shouted arrogantly, "That's right! The blood of the god of war in my body has begun to boil! Jiben, what about you? Are you as impatient as I am?"

Yoshimoto, who was originally an assassin, was now casually playing with two pistols that were gleaming with magical light. With a slight smile on his face, he said in a pretentious manner, "The pistols will give the answer."

After saying that, he quickly turned his two guns with both hands. The magical light flashing from the guns drew strange tracks in the dim room, as if announcing the upcoming battle to everyone.

Merlin looked helpless and raised his voice, saying, "I told you not to call me leader. I'm not your leader. Call me boss!"

That’s right, the group of people in front of him were none other than the members of the Temple of War God that Merlin had subdued in the Dawn Empire.

Although the name "Temple of War God" sounds very impressive, in reality their combat effectiveness is just mediocre.

The Merlin Chamber of Commerce has always adhered to the principle of not keeping idle people. Since it has accepted these guys from the Temple of War God, it is natural to let them create due value, just like the current situation.

In Merlin's opinion, it was most appropriate to let these guys with the blood of the God of War explore the ruins.

He was certain that as long as so many people with the blood of the God of War entered the ruins, his mysterious ancestor Andersen would surely show up.

He wanted to see what unknown secrets were hidden in the ruins.

As for the safety of the members of the Temple of War, Merlin also seemed to have done his best.

All necessary supplies were provided to the members of the Temple of War, and their food, clothing and daily necessities were of the best quality.

After all, in his mind, it was natural to let these people do dangerous work.

Merlin glanced at everyone and said seriously, "In that case, you should all go down to the ruins and explore. But be careful, the ruins are quite dangerous. If anything unexpected happens, just run away. Don't worry."

After hearing Merlin's words, everyone in the Temple of War was so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

In their hearts, Bishop Merlin is really considering their safety!

However, only Merlin himself knew that the members of the Temple of War only needed to use their lives to explore the ruins, but he had many other aspects to consider.

After all, he invested a lot of money in this group of people. If they died so easily without getting any corresponding benefits, it would be a huge loss.

Suddenly, Merlin seemed to remember something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a brilliant idea emerged in his mind.

At this moment, a strange and pungent smell permeated the depths of the ruins of the Leo family's ancestral land.

Dim light flickered over the huge culture pool. The liquid in the pool was a turbid dark red, with strange bubbles appearing from time to time.

Andersen stared gloomily at the failed products in the giant culture pool. Those inferior humanoid red creatures were the products he created by fusing the breath and blood of gods with the flesh and blood of relics.

In the center of the culture tank, a huge, constantly wriggling piece of flesh was emitting a powerful heartbeat, as if it was the rhythm of some evil life.

This is the flesh of the ancient god of flesh and blood, and Andersen spent countless efforts to obtain it.

Otherwise, how could there be such an endless supply of energy from flesh and blood?

Under Andersen's long-term "training", the heart-pounding aura of the ancient god on this piece of flesh and blood ancient god has disappeared, and it has become a seemingly qualified "experimental alchemy" material.

Andersen stared at the squirming piece of meat and thought to himself that the time was almost up and everything that needed to be prepared was ready.

It's a pity about this piece of flesh and blood of the ancient god. It is a piece of flesh and blood from the heart of the ancient god. If we can't take it away, we can only squeeze out its last potential.

By fusing this piece of flesh and blood, perhaps a true divine body could be created, but the danger involved was too great, and Andersen would not take the risk lightly.

Suddenly, Andersen seemed to sense something, turned around abruptly, and a hint of surprise and enthusiasm flashed in his eyes.

This is... someone with the blood of the God of War entered the ruins?

Andersen couldn't wait to reach out his hand and insert it into the wall that was covered with veins.

There was no doubt about that feeling; it was the breath of blood connection, the pure bloodline of the God of War.

"One... two... three... four... five..."

Andersen sensed it and muttered to himself, his breathing becoming rapid in an instant.

Why were there suddenly over a dozen guys with the blood of the God of War? Could they be the trade goods brought by those guys from the Ancient God Cult?

No, that's not right. They should be here to explore this ruin. If it were a trade item, they would just leave it in the ancestral land and wait to be devoured.

This is really unexpected good news!

Andersen licked his lips excitedly. It was really great to have such a big surprise just when he was about to leave.

At this moment, at the entrance of the ruins, a group of five people appeared cautiously in the passage.

Dunlop swallowed nervously, his hands tightly gripping his staff as he surveyed the vast and eerie ruins with uneasiness. His voice trembled as he said, "Why don't we just go back? There's a chilling wind blowing here, and it feels unspeakably strange."

Harrington, Gust and Kelvin glared at him with some dissatisfaction.

Harrington frowned and said unhappily, "Didn't we agree to explore this ruin together? Kelvin has deduced the final hidden room from the map we've explored so far. This ruin contains information about 'God', so that hidden room must contain something related to God. Perhaps it's a divine artifact, a tome left behind by the gods, a divine altar, or even... maybe a fragment of the godhead!"

Speaking of the fragments of the divine nature, Vice Dean Jenny at the end of the team's eyes lit up instantly, and she said excitedly, "If there really are fragments of the divine nature, with a little research, I might be able to reach the level of a demigod."

Gust also echoed from the side: "Coward, there are four of us here, what are you afraid of."

Dunlop said with a look of grievance, "You three are famous alchemy masters, plus the vice president, what else do you want me to do? I'm just a small sixth-level necromancer."

That's right, Dunlop has now reached the level of a sixth-order necromancer.

There are many ways for a necromancer to improve his realm, and compared to ordinary mages, his realm improvement is relatively faster.

What's more, Dunlop has been honing his magic power through special methods (summoning the undead to work in the factory), constantly strengthening his own magic power. In addition, he has been controlling the undead creatures in the Oberon ruins recently, and with the careful guidance of Vice Dean Jenny, it is quite easy for him to reach the sixth level.