American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

**Chapter 63: Blood Cow, Mission** 

On the International Waters, aboard the Costa Cruises luxury cruise ship, a scene of utter misery unfolded.

A Giant Octopus was sprawled across the ship's deck, lazily spitting saliva. The green acidic liquid sprayed onto the deck, corroding the deck into pits and craters.

Mixed in with the acid were occasionally a few skeletal remains, corroded beyond recognition.

Having eaten its fill and now basking in the sun, the Giant Octopus occasionally whipped its eight nearly hundred-meter-long tentacles. Each whip against the hull caused the entire ship to shake violently.

Every time the cruise ship swayed, the survivors hiding in various corners felt their hearts tremble along with it.

They huddled in corners, covering their mouths with their hands, not daring to make a sound.

Because while dodging the Giant Octopus's tentacles, these survivors discovered that the Sea Monster on the deck seemed to rely on its hearing to find food.

"First Mate, how much longer until rescue arrives? If this Monster keeps this up, the ship will sink!"

Inside a soundproof room specially built for Important Figures' entertainment, a dozen sailors were hiding.

This soundproof room was originally designed so that even if someone screamed their lungs out inside, no one outside would hear them.

It must be said that, at least for this room, the original construction workers did not cut corners.

The First Mate of the Costa Cruises ship was a man in his forties from Italy, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined.

"I checked the communicator. Before the disaster, the Captain had already sent out a distress signal. All we can do now is wait," the First Mate said, his face pale and his voice trembling.

"How long do we have to wait?" a voice in the crowd muttered softly.

The First Mate's face instantly changed, and he glared fiercely in the direction the voice came from. "Wait for the rescue ship, or wait for that Sea Monster to get its fill! And leave on its own!"

The usually gentle and refined First Mate now had a ferocious expression, scaring the dozen or so sailors into immediate silence.

The sailor who had just muttered softly wished he could shrink his head into his pants. If he remembered correctly, there had always been a rumor on the ship.

The reason the First Mate could firmly hold the position of second-in-command was because his Family/Clan was a famous Mafia Family/Clan in Italy.

...

The Giant Octopus was sprawled on the deck, a truck-wide tentacle resting on one side of the deck. The suction cups, the size of car wheels, constantly writhed, making cracking sounds as they gripped the deck.

A thumb-thick skull rolled under the Giant Octopus's tentacle at some point.

For the Giant Octopus, the skull, small to the point of being almost invisible, opened its jawbone and bit onto the Giant Octopus's tentacle.

The skull was too small, so small that even though it was attached to the Octopus's tentacle, the Giant Octopus was completely unaware.

The skull's sharp teeth seemed to be hollow, as it greedily sucked the Giant Octopus's Blood Qi.

In just over a dozen breaths, the entire skull turned blood-red, like a blood-colored skull pendant.

The Skeleton Demon greedily devoured the Giant Octopus's Blood Qi, like a baby who had been hungry for a long time biting onto a canteen full of milk.

As more and more Blood Qi was swallowed, streaks of blood-colored Spirit Marks quickly formed on the Skeleton Demon's bones.

These Spirit Marks spread like vines across the Skeleton Demon's bones, combining in various places on the Skeleton Demon to form an Earth Fiend Restriction...

Tang Song watched this scene through the miniature camera inside the Skeleton Demon's skull.

To refine a Magic Tool-level Skeleton Demon, an evil cultivator in the Jambudvīpa World would have to slaughter hundreds of humans to collect Blood Qi and Souls.

But looking at the Giant Octopus's lazy posture, it seemed the Blood Qi the Skeleton Demon devoured might not even feel as significant to it as a mosquito bite feels to a human.

If he could drain this Giant Octopus dry, perhaps the string of Skeleton Demons in his hand could evolve into twelve-Restriction Seal Flying Skeletons!

Tang Song rotated the Bone Beads on his wrist, watching the images transmitted on the computer, lost in thought. "Boss! We got the thing!"

The restaurant door opened, and a German Men in a black suit walked in. He approached Tang Song, lowered his head, and reported.

Tang Song took a towel from the side and wiped his hands, then took a folded piece of soft cloth from the German Men.

The cloth looked old, like a baby's swaddling cloth. A simple sketch of mountain terrain was drawn on it with a pen, very roughly, but it was marked with latitude and longitude. By finding the corresponding mountain range, the target point should be found.

"Can you confirm this map is real?" Tang Song quickly scanned the map and asked.

The German Men lowered his head slightly. "We used Truth Serum. What he said matched the map!"

"Hmm! Well done. Go find Lane later and add half a year's bonus!"

Tang Song raised his hand, and the Bodyguard bowed and retreated.

Tang Song looked at the route map in his hand, his mind racing.

He wanted Wakanda's Vibranium, but he didn't want to make an enemy.

Wakanda's military and Intelligence departments were very strong. Getting entangled with them would be troublesome.

He had watched the Avengers series before he transmigrated and knew how advanced Wakanda's technology was.

However, both Vibranium and US Dollars were too tempting.

This matter required a scapegoat!

Tang Song searched his mind for suitable patsies, wondering if there were any other big suckers he could trick! After pondering for a moment, Tang Song took out his mobile phone, casually pulled out a Silence Talisman, and created a Silence Barrier.

"Boss!"

After Tang Song dialed the phone number, Kane's steady voice came from the other end.

"Kane, take your men, select thirty good hands, and go to Africa!"

"Right, take four Armored Corpses from the venue with you. The Corpse Controlling Bell is under the Altar's long table. This Corpse Controlling Bell can control four Armored Corpses for seven days. Bring them back within seven days!"

"Boss, who is the target?!"

Kane was a little surprised. With the firepower configuration Tang Song was preparing, plus four Bronze Armored Corpses, frankly speaking, they could completely overthrow a small country in Africa.

"Don't be careless, this target is not simple," Tang Song said. "Go to Wakanda and steal a batch of Vibranium Ore!"

Steal?!

On the other end of the phone number, in a spacious training ground, a dozen bare-chested German Men were engaged in hand-to-hand combat training.

Kane, wearing a camouflage top and dark green pants, was patrolling the training ground while talking on the phone number.

Hearing Tang Song use the word "steal," Kane was very surprised. If the Boss truly wanted something, with the current strength configuration of their group, they could completely take it by force.

However, the rigid German personality made Kane's actions as solid as marble.

He only needed to obey the Boss's orders; he didn't care about the opponent or the difficulty.

Passing a solid steel pillar buried in the ground for training, Kane delivered a whip kick.

The pure steel pillar, as thick as an adult's thigh, was directly snapped by Kane's kick. The steel pillar flew horizontally, hitting the wall five or six meters away with a loud clang before falling to the ground, shattering several stone slabs.

...…

"How is the situation in New York now?"

"It's very chaotic. The Underworld is spreading rumors that Kingpin is about to fall. Now, all the gangs, big and small, in New York are waiting for an opportunity. Small skirmishes are constant. They all want to seize more territory while Kingpin falls!"

Tang Song listened to Kane's words without surprise. These things were all within his expectations.

Even the current situation in the New York Underworld was something he had personally instigated.

"What about Kingpin? Have you found his whereabouts?"

"Boss, Kingpin was targeted in an assassination attempt. Many people died. It's hard to find his whereabouts now!"

"However, in half a month, the New York Court will hold a trial regarding the NYPD's charges against Kingpin. There's a high probability Kingpin will attend!"

(End of Chapter)