C19 Night Attack!!

Rimid was brimming with confidence.

Symas was merely a child who had recently completed the Summoning Ceremony. Even with a breeder certificate, that hardly equated to the battle power of a tamer.

The soulbound battle pet he had summoned surely wasn't even one star level. As an elite tamer, Rimid could easily dispatch such a greenhorn in an instant.

His method of stealth assassination was unparalleled, ranking him first among the Twelve Crows of Littlewell.

"Allochroic bubble bug!"

"Featherweed!"

The Allochroic bubble bug, an elite battle pet, possessed the ability to camouflage itself by changing colors to match its surroundings.

Such elite battle pets were exceedingly scarce. Within Littlewell, only three individuals had them, including Rimid. The others were affiliated with the association and a prominent family.

The bubble bug's form was a palm-sized glob of sticky liquid. Upon its master's command, it shot out of the pocket.

In an instant, it expanded from the size of a palm to nearly two meters, engulfing Rimid within its belly.

To any onlooker.

It appeared as though a thin membrane had enveloped Rimid, his silhouette vanishing into thin air within the corridor.

Even his presence could be momentarily concealed.

Symas, too, possessed a Featherweed. This type of auxiliary battle pet was relatively common in Littlewell.

The Featherweed, resembling a white ginseng, peeked out from his pocket, lightening Rimid's body significantly. It was as if he had become weightless, enhancing both his speed and stealth to their utmost.

"Time to act."

With a cold smirk, Rimid scaled the rooftop with agility akin to a Spirit Ape, swiftly reaching the summit.

Atop the multi-story building, a Gale Falcon adorned with green feathers perched on the railing.

Its piercing gaze surveyed the entirety of Valengor Residence, occasionally preening its feathers with its beak.

Rimid approached the Gale Falcon without a sound.

He lifted his right hand, and a glint of cold light materialized in his palm—a short sword, nearly six or seven inches in length, appeared out of nowhere.

The sword was entirely black, save for the blade's edge, which gleamed with a sharp white radiance.

With a swift motion, Rimid's expression zeroed in on the head of the Gale Falcon before him, and he delivered a decisive slash.

Just half a step away.

The Gale Falcon, too, sensed impending doom, but as it registered the threat, a flash of cold steel passed, and its head was severed.

Rimid held the other half of its body tightly in his left hand.

The elite seven-star Gale Falcon was killed in an instant.

Not a single cry of distress was heard.

Had Rimid faced the Gale Falcon in direct combat without a battle pet of his own, he would have stood no chance.

But when it came to assassination, Rimid was a master.

Next.

Rimid glanced at the location iron ring on the Gale Falcon's leg but left it untouched, tossing the bird's carcass aside.

The allochroic bubble bug enveloped him once more as he made a beeline for Symas' residence on the sixth floor.

Rimid was uncertain whether Corey from the Beast Tamer Association would discover the falcon's demise.

Yet, the location iron ring was intact, and he had indeed slain the falcon in a blink.

The City Guards, patrolling some distance away, were far enough to afford him ample time to make his escape.

Inside his sixth-floor room, Symas had just emerged from the Void Territory.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt restless, and the newly formed image of the Ancient Fire God in his mind began to flicker unstably.

"There's trouble afoot."

Regardless, the Fire God Atlas's erratic behavior was undoubtedly a sign of alarm.

Without delay.

Symas extinguished all the lights in his home and concealed himself in a corner. Without a second thought, he retrieved the Whisper Conch given to him by Corey.

Whether there was danger or not, it was prudent to have someone check the premises.

"Mr. Lowe, hurry over. Someone's after my life!"

With that said.

Symas stowed the Whisper Conch with a calm demeanor. If he didn't emphasize the urgency, Mr. Lowe might not respond with due haste.

Shortly after he spoke.

Rimid, stationed on the sixth floor, felt his phone vibrate with a subtle alert. A message appeared: Corey had left the warrior association.

"Hmm?"

"Have I been spotted? Are there other battle pets guarding Symas nearby?"

It was just a few dozen steps.

First, I'll kill him, then leave.

With that resolve, Rimid eyed the room number a mere ten steps away and charged toward it.

"Acidic Mud Worm!"

From his sleeve, a green worm the size of an apple emerged, its mouth gaping open to spew a stream of potent acid that swiftly ate through the protective iron door, dissolving it like ice in the sun.

"Heh."

Rimid smirked at the extensively damaged door.

To him, Symas was nothing more than a little chick. Without a second thought, he strode up to the doorway.

But within the darkened room,

a sudden, dazzling flare of light erupted. A fiery orb, as large as an adult's head, hurtled directly toward the door.

As the glow of the fireball illuminated the space, Rimid caught sight of the battle pet behind it—a dragon pet clad in fiery scales. Its youthful dragon head bore two budding horns.

"Is this Symas' dragon pet? Or did Corey send it for protection?"

"Since when did Littlewell have such a dragon pet?"

Rimid was taken aback, his thoughts fleeting as he quickly summoned the acidic bug to his defense.

Otherwise, his end was certain.

The sturdy green mud worm, nearly three to four inches thick, positioned itself in front of Rimid. Its menacing maw gaped open, but before it could release its acid, it was engulfed by the immense fireball.

The distance was too close.

Upon detecting the disturbance in the hallway, Symas had opted for offense over defense. Uncertain of his assailant's strength, he summoned the drowsy Charmander to guard the door, ready to incinerate the intruder on entry.

A shrill insect scream pierced through the flames.

The fireball, still retaining half its potency, splattered onto Rimid, setting his elite-grade leather coat ablaze.

His hair even caught fire.

"Damn it."

"There's actually a fire-type dragon pet!"

"Bubble bug."

Without needing Rimid's command, the bubble bug concealed in his pocket leaped out. It spat a stream of water from its sticky form, dousing the flames that had engulfed it.

"Again."

Inside the room.

At Symas' prompt, the Charmander expelled another fireball, the size of an adult's head, with a force rivaling that of a black iron three or four-star fire ability.

At such proximity, without a means to counteract the flames...

Rimid would surely be unable to approach.

At that moment.

Rimid's eyes filled with a rising intent to kill.

Symas was proving to be even more formidable than he had anticipated.

The dragon pet didn't seem to belong to any tamer association, and its fireball wasn't particularly powerful. If this dragon pet truly belonged to Symas, then the bounty on this young man within the Dark Order would certainly need to be increased significantly.

If he failed to eliminate him now, he would pose a major threat in the future.

He must capture him within ten breaths; otherwise, once Corey arrived, he would have no chance to flee.

Rimid then retrieved a bright red potion from his coat and swallowed it.

Instantly.

Rimid's presence intensified dramatically, black hairs sprouting along his limbs, and his face began to grow fur.

In just moments, he had transformed into a wolf-headed figure, his exposed skin covered in dense wolf fur.

He had become a Werewolf.

"Animalization Potion!"

"Damn, he's even got that on him."

Symas, directing the Charmander, swore in frustration.