C21 Assemble and Kill the Enemy!!

Valengor Residence.

Symas' house was a complete shambles.

"He's dead."

"He must have been with the Dark Order; they're known for using animalization potions."

The Charmander clung to Rimid's neck, its razor-sharp teeth nearly piercing through. Rimid's eyes were void of life, and his heart had been pulverized by Symas' bone blade. He was unmistakably dead.

Next came the search of the body. Symas had witnessed the Dark Order's use of the allochroic bubble bug and Featherweed. Unfortunately, the acidic worm had been incinerated.

But the Dark Order likely had more than just three battle pets.

Symas found the sticky bubble bug. With the tamer dead, the creature was suffering from a mental backlash and appeared listless. Symas picked it up and tossed it into the Void Territory.

The same fate awaited the weakened Featherweed.

Additionally, Symas found a black Iron Badge on the man. The badge's reverse side featured a red-eyed crow, and the front bore the number "six."

Rimid.

Symas' expression shifted as he pieced together the man's identity.

In his past life, Symas had learned about the Dark Order's activities in Littlewell. Idod had once erupted in fury while hunting down members of the Dark Order.

He had uncovered details about the Crow Twelve Group.

Rimid was the leader of the Crow Six Group. Such a Dark Order lieutenant would have a bounty on his head, starting at a million federal coins. These villains had massacred many civilians outside the towns of Littlewell, and the more they killed, the more people could be saved.

Symas continued his search and eventually found vine armor that seemed to be affixed to the body. He activated some White Bone remould worms in his hand, which greatly augmented his strength.

He forcefully yanked off the vine armor that appeared to be embedded in Rimid's back.

Before him was a wooden box encased in dark wood, surrounded by delicate vines with tiny barbs. These barbs made it seem as though the box was fused to Rimid's back.

"Authentication!"

An elite-grade battle pet of unknown quality (Advancing)

"That makes sense."

"What a stroke of luck."

"My own soulbound battle pet is still advancing and can't be used normally. Yet you dare to come after me? Do you think a middle school student like me is an easy target?"

After receiving the information from the authentication spell, Symas couldn't help but smile. Rimid's soulbound battle pet was now his prize.

Regrettably, a black iron tamer's psychic force is limited, and they can't contract a battle pet of a higher level than their soulbound one. If they attempt to do so, they risk a lethal backlash from the battle pet.

Even elite and overlord tamers can't contract a battle pet of the same level; it must be one level lower for their psychic force to cope.

The elite-level battle pet Symas acquired from Rimid could only be contracted by an overlord-level tamer.

Alternatively, he could sell it to pet companies or associations like the Tamer Association, which are always eager to acquire ownerless battle pets.

Whether he decides to sell it, breed it, or harvest materials from it, there are numerous ways to profit.

Symas first tossed the battle pet, which resembled a dark wooden box, into the Void Territory. He would examine it further later. After searching, he only managed to find a bank card inside the lining of the windbreaker. Unfortunately, it was password-protected and half-destroyed by the Charmander's flames, rendering it unusable.

Even if it were functional, it would be worthless without the password.

Once the Dark Order learns of Rimid's fate, they'll certainly discard all his belongings and might even abandon their stronghold.

"Roar!"

The Charmander, clamped onto Rimid's neck, sensed Corey's presence and let out a warning growl to Symas.

This was the Charmander's first battle, and it was already undergoing a change in temperament. Its vertical pupils, resembling dark red gemstones, surveyed the surroundings. With each breath, a subtle red heat streamed from its mouth, ready to unleash a fireball at Symas's command.

"It's fine, they're here to support us."

Symas gently stroked the Charmander's sturdy head, its scales distinct and clear. However, his expression grew somber when he noticed the bloody gash on its dragon wings, a wound inflicted by wolf claws.

This damned Dark Order, we've definitely started a feud now.

They acted so swiftly that Symas began to wonder if the Dark Order had been aware of him since he got involved with the Mckinney family's affairs.

It seemed highly probable that Rimid had been sent to investigate him. After obtaining his breeder certificate and being recognized as a genius eligible to join the Imperial College, he had become a target for assassination.

The likelihood was alarmingly high.

Suddenly,

A green silhouette descended from the rooftop.

The nearly three-meter-long green wings folded neatly behind him. With a casual flick, an oval-shaped pet capsule was launched into the air.

It was the size of a baby's fist, jet black in color.

This was a space capsule that could only be obtained in small quantities from level S pet relics. Each capsule could store only one battle pet and nothing else, with a maximum size limit of ten meters.

Despite over a century of research by numerous institutes in the Trintis Dukedom, no significant breakthroughs had been made.

Other dukedoms were also pouring resources into this field, striving to master the secrets of spatial technology. Success would grant them supremacy on Orithyia, but the challenge was immense.

The dark capsule snapped open.

Inside the corridor, a male snakekin warrior, standing 1.8 meters tall, materialized. With a human torso and arms but a serpentine lower half, he wielded a black steel fork and donned black light armor, his head retaining the features of a snake.

He was a snakekin warrior at the peak of the elite nine stars.

A dangerous aura emanated from him as he gripped his steel fork and round shield. His piercing vertical pupils scanned the disarrayed room, pausing on the fire dragon pet. The warrior's expression softened, revealing a trace of respect.

Though the dragon whelp was still young and frail, once it reached the elite level, it would undoubtedly dominate its peers.

Even the dragon whelps couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for this Snakekin warrior, a reaction stemming from deep within their bloodline.

"Is it over?"

"Is this your kill?"

Surveying the now-quiet room, Symas noted the lights he had turned on, the acid-corroded door, the shattered floorboards, and the scorch marks on the walls – all evidence of the fierce combat that had taken place.

Upon noticing Rimid, covered in fur, Corey turned to Symas with a look of surprise. "No, it was a combined effort with my battle pet. I ambushed and killed this Dark Order member."

"This is his Dark Order badge." Symas handed over Rimid's badge to him.

"Hiss."

"Rimid, an elite tamer."

"Quite impressive."

Corey glanced at the lethal wounds on Rimid's neck and chest, offering his praise. "I was nearly a goner, President. Your backup arrived incredibly fast!"

"President, let's talk brass tacks. My place is nearly wrecked because of this guy. He held some rank in the Dark Order, didn't he? What's the bounty on him?"

Symas looked at Rimid, now in his Werewolf form, with a hint of expectation.