Doomsday: I Obtained A Fallen Angel Pet At The Start Of The Game Chapter 146
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"Because of you! I had no choice but to use a secret technique!
"It's your fault that my future is ruined!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Stark.
Trafford saw that there was someone who willing to take the blame, so he retreated to the side.
"Die!"
Just as he finished speaking, Lei Wudou's body suddenly swelled up, like a balloon filled with air.
It was as if a needle would explode it!
Lei Wudou, whose entire body was flushed red, looked at Stark.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Explode, come down with me! Hahahaha..."
He laughed maniacally.
Bang!
Accompanied with a loud sound, a mushroom-shaped cloud floated into the air.
After the smoke from the explosion dispersed, a large crater appeared where Stark was.
But Stark wasn't there.
This was because at the instant of the explosion, he had used the Starsoul Flash.
Trafford looked at the deep crater in front of him, his eyes filled with joy.
He thought to himself, "If only he could die from the explosion!"
"Looks like I have to disappoint you."
Stark walked out from behind the tree as he spoke.
"Run!" That was the only thought in Trafford's mind.
At the moment, Stark's single-target attack was very strong.
His group attack was also very powerful, so how could the others have a chance?
The others all had large group damage and small single target damage.
Or they had small group damage and large single target damage.
But Stark was an expert on both.
How was he supposed to fight Stark?
Trafford turned around and started to run.
He didn't have a protective treasure like Harlan's.
How was he supposed to fight Stark?
"Elder Trafford, don't throw me away!"
Seeing that Trafford had abandoned him and ran away, Harlan instantly panicked.
Before he could finish, Stark came in front of Harlan.
At this moment, a heavy voice with a hint of anxiety sounded.
It came from the communicator Harlan was carrying.
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"Son, what happened on your side?
"Tell me quickly!"
However, Harlan did not reply in time.
Because Stark was walking towards him with a sword in his hand.
"Don't! Don't come over!"
He looked at Stark with a frightened expression.
At this moment, he had completely lost his calmness from before.
Harlan looked at Stark as he handed over his equipment and asked, "Do you want it?"
Harlan shook his head with fright. "No."
As he said that, he could not help but stretch out his hand towards the equipment that Stark handed over.
Stark looked at the hand that was reaching for his weapon and was about to slash down with his sword.
That thick and heavy voice came from the communicator again.
"Son, what happened?
"Speak!"
Harlan still did not dare to speak at this moment, as a sharp sword was pressing against his neck.
Stark nodded and signaled for him to speak.
Harlan, who had obtained his approval, said, "Father, we just encountered a boss, and the entire party was wiped out!
"Even Trafford was unable to escape!
"I hid somewhere safe, so I avoided death!"
Harlan spoke while tears streamed down his face.
After he finished speaking, Stark tied him up and hung him from a tree.
Below him was a pile of black charcoal.
Stark asked, "Do you have such a thing?"
After he finished speaking, he took out a remnant mark and showed it to Harlan.
Seeing this remnant mark, Harlan was stunned.
Seeing that Harlan did not speak, Stark prepared to put the rope down.
He would put his face on the charcoal.
Just as Stark was about to loosen the rope...
Harlan, who had been silent the whole time, felt the rope loosen and quickly opened his mouth.
Hearing Harlan speak, he asked him, "Do you have this remnant mark?
"No? Are you waiting for the charcoal to wash your face."
When he heard this, Harlan quickly said, "I do! I do!
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"Untie my hands, and I'll take it out for you."
Stark walked behind him. He untied his hands and said, "It's best if you don't play any tricks."
After he released Harlan's hands, he looked coldly at Harlan. Seeing that Harlan still did not take out the remnant mark, Stark turned around and walked towards the rope.
He was prepared to let Harlan wash his face with charcoal.
When he saw Stark walk towards the rope, Harlan thought that he was afraid of his father and said arrogantly, "Only now are you willing to let me go?
"But I'm telling you it's too late!
"Hahahahaha..."
Seeing Harlan's arrogant laughter, Stark had a strange look on his face.
He smiled and said, "I'm not letting you go.
"I just want you to wash your face."
Hearing this, Harlan, who was still laughing, suddenly choked.
At first, Harlan thought that Stark was afraid of his father.
Or perhaps he was afraid of the power behind him.
But he did not expect to use charcoal to wash his face.
Suddenly, he felt that the rope seemed to be a little loose.
He hurriedly said, "I'll take it! I'll take it out!
"Let's talk it out. Don't let go of the rope."
After saying that, he immediately took out a remnant mark from the space.
The moment he took it out, that remnant mark flew into the air.
Stark's remnant marks also appeared in his hand.
They all floated into the air together.
After a moment, they fused together and landed in Stark's hand.
Harlan was hanging by the side.
His eyes were filled with greed as he looked at the notebook.
Just as Stark was about to put it away...
Harlan threatened from the side:
"You'd better go with me to explore the treasure.
"Otherwise, hmph! You know the consequences."
Hearing this, Stark turned to look at him as if he was an idiot.
"You'd better let me go quickly!
"Or I'll spread the information about the treasure!"
When Harlan finished speaking, Stark looked at the rope and said,
"I originally wanted to release you and let you go back.
"But I suddenly changed my mind.
"Do you know how a secret can be kept secret?"
"A dead person?" Harlan took a guess.
"That's right, it looks like you still know quite a bit.
"But what you said just now was completely idiotic."
"No! I don't know! I don't know anything anymore!
"Please let me go.
"I really don't know how to say it."
Harlan was hanging from a tree. He begged for mercy.
"No, no, no. I only trust dead people to keep secrets.
"As for what you said, I'm not interested at all."
After saying that, Stark summoned his Sword of Zeus.
He was about to stab Harlan's chest, but at this moment, a figure charged over.
"It's you. You dare touch my son?" Harlan's father said.
He used his aura to pressure Stark.
Under this aura, Stark did not react at all.
Seeing Harman untying the rope, Stark finally spoke,
"I'm the one who's touching your son.
"But can you finish brushing your teeth before you speak?
"Your mouth stinks."
After saying that, he walked to the side and slapped the air in front of him.
Looking at Stark, he actually completely ignored his oppressive aura.
The thought of taking him in as his subordinate instantly arose in Harman's mind.
Harlan, who had yet to open his mouth, said arrogantly,
"Didn't you just want to kill me!?
"Come on! Come on!
"Come and kill me!
"What's wrong with you? You don't even dare to do that!?
"Hahahahaha!"
He looked at Stark, who had his back facing him, as he provoked the guy.
Harman heard his son berate him like that.
"Shut up!
"You must have provoked him.
"That's why you said those words."
After saying that, he looked at Stark.
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