Please be my partner.

However, just as the thought of escaping arose, an extreme sense of danger that penetrated into his bones surged up, making him instinctively understand... If he escaped, he would definitely die!

The knowledgeable Jonah understood that he must have been locked by some mysterious power. If he could not break the lock, he could only fight to the death with the other party.

So he quickly recalled all the polluters while frantically thinking about what to do next.

Then he saw two dogs, one big and one small, slowly walking up to the roof.

Beastmaster?!

Jonah's eyes lit up slightly, and a glimmer of hope arose. According to the information he had received, there was no such powerful beastmaster in the Special Affairs Bureau.

If he was not an official beastmaster, then it might not be impossible for both parties to sit down and negotiate.

Jonah took a deep breath and said, "Sir Beastmaster, if I have offended you in any way before, I apologize. You can also tell me what compensation you want. There is absolutely no need for us to continue fighting."

"Moreover, the person behind me is a powerful figure whom you absolutely cannot afford to offend. If anything happens to me, there will definitely be powerful people who come to investigate thoroughly, and you will definitely not be spared!"

Sitting on the sofa in the dilapidated house, Mellen saw this scene through the dog's perspective and was not moved at all.

Moreover, when he heard the last sentence, his eyes lit up.

Isn't this the effect of alerting the enemy?

Sensing Mellen's will, the two dogs attacked at the same time.

Spike transformed into a giant monster, pressing down with the might of a mountain, causing the entire residential building to sink and become shaky.

A thick blood mist swirled around Xiao Honglian, and all the invaders enveloped in it died silently without any room for resistance.

Jonah's eyes widened, filled with fear.

It seems to be saying...

Don't come over here! ! !

Chapter 99 Speculation and Harvest

Looking at the Erosion Invader that had turned into a ball of filthy liquid, Melen reluctantly put the black beetle back into the [Blue Ring].

He originally thought that the Erosion Agent could control the power of the Devouring Swamp with his own will, and would be different from the Polluter. He didn't expect that it would be the same even after death.

But it's okay this way. After all, the Erosion Agent is an extension of the power of the 'Swallowing Swamp'. Who knows if there will be any accidents after the black beetle controls the other party's corpse.

After all, the black beetle is a supernatural object that has a spiritual connection with himself. If the "Swallowing Swamp" counterattacks along this connection, the consequences will be unpredictable.

After collecting a leather bag, a green ring, and a piece of black cloth wrapped around the invader that fell beside him, and then simply cleaning up the battlefield, Melen quickly left this place of trouble.

Soon, a team of police officers on night patrol arrived. They looked at the dilapidated residential building and looked at each other in confusion. For a moment, no one dared to go in to check.

After all, it’s just a few gold coins a month, what’s the point of risking your life!

This is obviously the trace left by a powerful extraordinary person after a battle. What if the extraordinary professionals inside have not left yet, and they happen to meet each other after entering, how embarrassing it would be.

However, their entanglement did not last long, and soon a large number of police officers from the nearby police station arrived.

Upon seeing this situation, the police captain in charge immediately ordered his men to seal off the scene to prevent anyone from entering or leaving the residential building. At the same time, he notified his superiors and members of the Special Affairs Bureau to come.

As time went by, the area became more and more lively, but there was still no movement in the residential building.

Soon, three sheriffs including Liman arrived, and the team from the Special Affairs Bureau came from Richman and Gray.

Then a large number of police officers and members of the Special Affairs Bureau cooperated with each other and began a carpet-style investigation of the residential building.

Half an hour later, four sheriffs, Richman and Gray stood on the roof of a residential building, looking at the devastated battlefield with unhappy expressions.

Richman said, "This is actually a base in the Devouring Swamp that harbors polluters? Humph! It's truly a case of the lamp hiding the light!"

His tone was somewhat sarcastic, and it sounded even more harsh to the ears of several police chiefs.

Gray, however, spoke gently, "The Devouring Swamp is incredibly cunning and possesses strange abilities, so some oversights are inevitable. Fortunately, nothing catastrophic has occurred. Our top priority is to find out who did this. They may have more clues about the Devouring Swamp. We also need to thoroughly investigate this area to see if we can follow the clues and uncover some useful information."

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere eased slightly, and Liman took the opportunity to say, "Tell us about our findings and see if we can deduce anything from them."

A police captain spoke up, "The attackers are very powerful, likely two second-level warriors. They faced the polluters with overwhelming force, clearing them from below and slaying the corruptor controlling this area on the roof."

Another sheriff said, "What's strange is that for some reason, the Corruptor here didn't choose to flee, but instead gathered all the Polluters to try to fight them. Perhaps the Corruptor at the time thought he still had a chance of winning? Or perhaps there was some reason he had to stay."

The third sheriff said, "Of the two powerful attackers, one didn't leave many traces. It seems he used some kind of telekinesis to control small weapons and accurately shatter the core weakness of the polluter. The other one should be a professional with beast transformation abilities, or perhaps a transcendental life form. This is easily apparent from the remaining battle marks."

As he spoke, he came to a huge claw mark, gestured, and said with admiration: "Judging from the size, this should be a big guy."

Richman pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I think there is another possibility."

"Have you noticed that the rooms at the bottom of the residential building, although also severely damaged, show signs of having been turned over."

Several sheriffs stared at each other, and one of them said, "You mean, there's a third person?"

Richman nodded and continued, "Two companions are fighting in the front, and one is leisurely searching for spoils in the back. What does this make you think of?"

Liman blinked and asked tentatively, "Beast Tamer?"

Richman said affirmatively: "Yes, it is the Beast Tamer!"

After hearing what Lishman said, a thought subconsciously flashed through Lishman's mind...Master Mellen seemed to be the beastmaster.

Then he was speechless and thought to himself that he was overthinking.

A few months ago, Mellen was just a newbie who had just started learning about transcendence. It was he who arranged for him to go to the training camp. How could he have become a powerful figure capable of destroying the Devouring Swamp stronghold in just a few months?!

Although it was reasonable to think so, for some reason, Liman thought of the scene when he first saw Master Mellen when he came back from vacation...

The suffocating feeling of walking naked on the endless ice field, the trembling feeling of facing an irresistible and ferocious beast and being stared at by it, once again surfaced in the depths of my soul.

Thinking about the instructions of Master Mellen and what he has done during this period, all these little details come together.

A terrifying thought was brewing in my mind, almost about to burst out!

"Leeman? Are you okay?!"

Liman exhaled and said reluctantly, "It's okay, you continue."

Lishman nodded and continued, "So, we must also join the investigation of the beastmasters who have come to Vero City recently."

"But remember, we're only looking for them to get more information about the Devouring Swamp, not to hold them hostage. This must be made clear to our subordinates!"

"The enemy was able to easily destroy a stronghold manned by Corruptors and a large number of Polluters. He must be at least a high-level second-tier warrior, or even a third-tier warrior!"

"Don't forget, the Corruptor didn't even try to escape in the end! Perhaps he couldn't, or perhaps he didn't dare, or perhaps it was both!"

"Don't dare?!" A police chief gasped and said, "You mean, there's a third, more powerful pet that's intimidating the invader, making him dare not and unable to escape?"

Richman nodded slightly and said, "Although there are no signs of him making a move here, this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Several police captains nodded solemnly. A Tier 3 warrior is no ordinary cabbage. Even in Roland City, they are considered top-tier fighters and will be treated as honored guests by all parties.

Although Vero City is also a top-level city, it is still a bit behind the royal capital.

Here, at the third level, as long as they don’t do anything big that will anger God and people, even if they are official forces, you have to show some respect to them.

Just as the police and the Special Affairs Bureau were making increasingly outrageous guesses about Mellen's identity, the person involved had already returned home leisurely and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

In the bedroom, Mellen happily counted his gains.

The first is the most intuitive spiritual energy.

This time, he killed a total of thirty-six polluters, plus one corroder, and the spiritual energy he harvested at one time was as high as 68 points, which immediately solved his urgent problem.

You know, when Spike was training the first-level imprint, it took him ten days and consumed almost 10 points of spiritual energy to complete it.

The combined second-level imprint is a big spender of gold. If you want to get sufficient training, you have to consume 3 points of spiritual energy every day. According to Spike's estimation, if you want to train to the limit, you need to invest at least 300 points of spiritual energy.

However, the effects of this level of consumption are also terrifying.

Spike himself is already very powerful as a second-level race. Combined with the second-level imprint [Heavy Mountain] that he has been training until now, and [Giant Engine] which is still in the initial stage, he is rarely rivaled in the second level.

This can be seen from today's battle.

The Erosion Agent possesses the power of the 'Swallowing Swamp' and is already an extremely formidable existence among the second-level ones, but in Spike's hands, it only lasted a few encounters.

To be honest, Melen now has a huge demand for spiritual energy, and the most important point comes from the Little Red Lotus.

Although the little guy seems carefree now, he actually has many hidden dangers. This hidden danger is not only the curse of [Enemy of the World] on him, but more importantly, the great existence that gave him this change.

Once the other party makes a move, the little guy will immediately become the other party's puppet and lose his self.

All Mellen can do now is just a temporary solution. If he wants to cure the root cause, he needs other methods.

All he could think of right now was... evolution!

When exploring bloodlines, conditions can be set according to needs, so Melen plans to start from this point and see if he can get rid of the constraints of that great being on Xiao Honglian through bloodline evolution.

However, Xiao Honglian's current racial level is already the Deep Blue Commander level. When Spike evolved from an elite to a commander, it took dozens of spiritual energy points. It can be imagined that to evolve to a higher level, ten times may not be enough.

Of course, even if Mellen is very anxious now, he can only wait and see.

If he had saved up his spiritual energy, he might have accumulated more than 100 by now, but in that case, Spike might not even be at the second level now, and it would be even more impossible for him to kill so many enemies at once in a sweeping manner and bring him rich rewards.

This is called... sharpening the knife before chopping wood!

Next, Mellen will continue to use spiritual energy to enhance Spike's strength. Only in this way can a virtuous circle be formed.

If Spike can break through to the third level, Mellen can even go hunting in the wilderness, and then the spiritual energy will be harvested faster and in greater quantities!

Retracting these thoughts, Melen looked at the three items he got from the Invader, a leather bag, a green ring, and a piece of black cloth wrapped around the Invader's body. These all possessed spiritual energy, so he picked them up.

On the way home, he had found an opportunity to clean them with clean water. Otherwise, they would be covered with the mucus that the invader had turned into after his death. Not to mention whether it was disgusting or not, Melen was also afraid that other invaders would be able to find him through these traces.

Needless to say, the leather bag is obviously a storage tool.

Melen used his mental power to easily shatter the mental power that was about to dissipate, and then probed into it.

This is a space of one cubic meter, which is the most basic and simplest version of storage prop.

In Melen's opinion, it was shabby for a second-level strongman to use this kind of storage tool.

But then he couldn't help laughing, muttering to himself that there would be times when he would say "Why not eat meat porridge?"

Whether it's a wild superhuman or a member of the evil organization "Swallowing Swamp" that everyone hates, the various superhuman resources they can access are nothing compared to his.

He took a quick glance at the contents of the storage bag. The scattered gold coins and bills totaled about 2000 gold coins, and there were also some extraordinary materials. All of these should be able to sell for a lot of money.

Suddenly, Melen paused and fished out a thumb-sized crystal bottle, in which was sealed a drop of dark red blood.

This drop of blood seemed to be extremely active and was constantly rolling in the crystal bottle.

Just looking at it seemed to drive me to depravity and madness, and a voice kept ringing in my heart...

Drink it!

You will be blessed!

Drink it!!

You will get power!!

Drink it!!!

You will have it all!!!

Melen exhaled, poured the contents of the storage bag into the [Blue Ring], and then placed the crystal bottle containing blood into the storage bag separately.

Based on what he had learned, this thing was most likely... the blood of the evil demon!

A book called "Strange Chronicles" that he read in the academy mentioned that this "devil's blood" possessed extremely evil power and would lead people to corruption.

Drinking it can indeed gain some magical and unique powers, but the final outcome is likely to turn you into a madman and then become a carrier of evil spirits.

When Melen saw this thing, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts, he looked at the other two things.

After a simple analysis, he initially understood that the green ring was an extraordinary item that could release a spell called [Corrosion Ball]. Each time it was released, there would be a one-day cooldown period.

[Corrosion Ball]: Condenses a ball of corrosive liquid and quickly launches it out. When it hits the target, it can produce severe corrosion and poisoning effects.

Melen nodded with satisfaction. This was a powerful spell. Although he already had the [Final Trajectory], due to the latter's side effects, this ring could serve as a supplement to his offensive means.

The last piece of black cloth is a shroud that possesses extraordinary powers.

The decay of a corpse wrapped in this shroud can be greatly slowed down, making it a truly extraordinary item with a rather bizarre function.

Melen guessed that the reason why the invader wrapped it around himself was perhaps to use it to resist the erosion of the power of the 'Devouring Swamp'?

But it didn't matter anymore, because he found that the shroud was unexpectedly useful to him.

The black beetle can control corpses. The only trouble is that the controlled corpses will still gradually rot. Now with this shroud, he can use a corpse for a longer time.