Chapter 554: Ambush

Also in Atlanta, on the sixty-seventh-floor refuge floor of Red Spider's office building, 'Fenrir the Demon Wolf' was gazing toward the Wiltonstein Building. His eyes held hatred, along with a trace of regret.

After a full thirty seconds, he shifted his gaze to a highway to the north.

"I suggest you be a bit more restrained."

The voice appeared behind 'Fenrir the Demon Wolf' without warning. At first, his shoulders tensed, and he instinctively prepared to flee.

But when he recognized the voice and the familiar aura behind him, he relaxed slightly and turned to look.

It was a man wrapped entirely in silver-white cloth strips, looking like a silver mummy.

Yet Fenrir's gaze at this man held not only wariness but also a hint of mockery.

"You? The top-three demigod assassin in America, here to instruct me on how to carry out a mission?"

"You could say that."

The man walked to Fenrir's side as if it were his own business: "According to what I've learned, the lucky Andre has returned. And the first thing he'll do is capture and kill you! What you need now is a more thorough action plan, with better escape routes, not reckless moves in such a conspicuous spot."

Fenrir's face turned cold: "My affairs don't require your concern, Lord Silver Wing. I believe my current plan is already perfect. I trust I can handle any situation on my own."

The silver mummy met Fenrir's gaze calmly: "The mythical equipment in your hands is indeed powerful. Even with only the three core components, Dragon's Might remains a top-tier sniper rifle. But that doesn't guarantee your safety. I've observed Andre for half a year. Trust me, their strength is beyond your imagination. That Andre has ways to eliminate you."

"I told you, Dragon's Might is not in my hands!"

Fenrir's expression was impatient and somewhat irritable. But then he took a deep breath to calm himself: "Enough! Monroe Kincaid, I'm not your disciple, and I don't need your guidance. I know he has the Void Night King under him, and that lucky Andre might also possess some void abilities. But so what, Lord Duke? I believe if I focus solely on escape, even a top assassin like you can't do anything to me, Fenrir the Demon Wolf, right? And you don't know what I've been through this past year because of him."

He shifted his cold gaze back beyond the glass curtain wall: "I'll increase the frequency of my strikes until the will of the Rising Sun Group is completely shattered."

"Foolish!"

The silver mummy's eyes showed displeasure. But just as he was about to continue, a shimmer of phantom light appeared beside them.

Then a burly figure materialized before them—a man in a general's uniform, his face indistinct.

Yet the two present recognized him instantly: George Mattiola, a five-star special attack general in the Federal Army.

"Let him act as he wishes, Kincaid. For the upcoming operation, I stand with Fenrir and will provide all the support I can."

Fenrir the Demon Wolf remained expressionless, his demeanor as cold as ever. The silver mummy frowned: "This carries great risk, General Mattiola! You underestimate your enemy. I think the blood clan's defeat has proven his strength. I believe he still has at least one demigod-level combatant hidden."

"My advisory team thinks so too. They even believe Philip I's odds of victory are not as high as he thinks. So before this battle, we must weaken Andre's power as much as possible."

George Mattiola remained composed: "As for Fenrir, no need to worry. According to my magic advisors' calculations, even if Andre has two Void Night Kings, the probability of capturing Fenrir is less than three percent."

"Three percent? Are you sure?"

The silver mummy's eyes held doubt: "Do you know what would happen if the mythical armament and Dragon's Might in Fenrir's hands fell into Andre's hands? That would be a disaster for your National Progressives Association!"

"I'm sure!"

George Mattiola's tone and expression remained calm: "That's just based on his personal abilities. Besides that, he has us. I'll ensure the Atlanta Magic Tower Committee doesn't obstruct his actions. So Kincaid, there's no need for such caution, like a rat in a sewer. If you two join forces, with you providing fire support for Fenrir, I estimate we can paralyze the Rising Sun Group and Wiltonstein Group within three weeks."

The silver mummy stared at him for a long time, then turned away: "Since you insist, I don't care. But I have my own methods and dislike interference. Farewell—"

With that, he stepped into the darkness and vanished from their sight.

"As the rumors say, the Silver Wing Duke goes his own way."

George Mattiola shrugged and turned to Fenrir the Demon Wolf: "That guy isn't reliable. Monroe Kincaid hasn't given a clear reply on whether he accepts the mission commission. So next, it's up to you, Mr. Fenrir. This is for your blood feud, right?"

"I'll do as you wish."

Fenrir the Demon Wolf's gaze at George Mattiola was equally cold and hateful.

"But I hope you keep your promises. Otherwise, I'll make you pay."

He had already taken out a rifle in the style of a 3721 Linfield, aiming its muzzle at the highway to the north.

Fenrir the Demon Wolf quickly locked onto his target: a high-end business sedan speeding along an elevated bridge. Inside the rear window, two men in suits were discussing something.

"Of course!"

George Mattiola let out a laugh as his magical projection faded, leaving only his voice: "I'll give you what you want. I think few in all of America dare to provoke you, Fenrir the Demon Wolf."

At that moment, a flash of fire burst from Fenrir's muzzle, sending a bullet streaking out.

In an instant, the head of a middle-aged man inside the business sedan exploded in a spray of blood.

...

Li Mochen had just returned to Atlanta through a teleportation gate when he received a call from Heinz von derrick, the current head of the von derrick family.

His voice was cold: "I hear you're now at odds with Fenrir the Demon Wolf? So, young man, I want to know if you have the means to eliminate him?"

Li Mochen was slightly surprised, then answered frankly: "I have the means. I can't say one hundred percent, but seventy to eighty percent."

"Seventy to eighty percent? You seem quite confident."

Heinz von derrick laughed, his tone noncommittal: "Then, Lord Lucky Andre, I'll have someone send you a small gift later. I hope you'll be satisfied."

"A gift?"

Li Mochen's brows rose, a glint appearing in his eyes: "Components of Dragon's Might?"

"You guessed right. But we don't have many in our hands; the bulk is still with the FBI."

Heinz's voice was hoarse: "This can be considered an advance on your reward. If you really can eliminate this guy, I'll have the thirty billion gold shield bounty offered by our Vanderlik family delivered to you. And our family will owe you a favor for this. What I mean is, if you really have a way, then please, by all means, kill him."

"Of course! I won't hold back. I've now made an enemy of him, Mr. Vanderlik, and it's to the death. He's our common enemy."

Li Mochen stood before the gate of Sword Manor, gazing at the sky ahead: "The problem is the Magic Tower Committee. I hope to get help from the Vanderlik family. Even if this magic tower array can't help us, it must not become an obstacle. Thank you, Mr. Vanderlik. With your words, I can increase my chances of victory by ten percent. I'll buy you a drink another day—"

And just as he hung up the phone, Li Mochen received another piece of bad news from Thompson Adams.

The newly hired deputy chief operating officer of Rising Sun Mining Company was ambushed by the Fenrir Wolf and died on the spot.

This news made Li Mochen's face turn livid, and his aura grew even more chilling.

"What a reckless little bastard."

He knew he couldn't blame Thompson and the others; the Fenrir Wolf's abilities were beyond what they could handle.

Li Mochen could only suppress his anger with no outlet. He even regretted standing by months ago when the Fenrir Wolf ravaged Atlanta. This trouble had finally bitten him in the ass.

"What about Delphinia? Where is she now?"

"The Void Night King pursued him immediately after the incident and had a brief skirmish with the Fenrir Wolf, but lost track of him not long ago. She's now on the roof of the Wiltonstein Building—"

Li Mochen immediately summoned the Dragon Pulse and teleported through the void.

But during this time, he received a call from Zoe Dowling, the head of the FBI's Atlanta field office, who had agreed to trade the Dragon Might component in their possession to him. Li Mochen would have to pay with the Fenrir Wolf's corpse and one billion gold shields in cash.

"Some people asked me to tell you, don't be too arrogant, Andre. This transaction is because Fenrir has indeed affected public safety and tarnished the reputation of the Atlanta Police Department and the FBI. Don't take our concession for granted—"

Li Mochen didn't have the patience to listen further. He brushed her off and hung up directly.

But this good news slightly calmed his mood. When he arrived at the top of the Wiltonstein Building, he found 'Void Night King' Delphinia looking down with an eagle-like gaze.

"Del, did you fight him? What happened? And that mythical equipment of his—can you tell me more about it?"

"We did fight. He took a shot at me. But in truth, I couldn't catch up to him. He stopped on his own to try to snipe me. However, his Dragon Might isn't the complete version, and his personal strength is only at Legendary Level 2. I managed to dodge him."

Delphinia's face was extremely grim, as if in a bad mood: "As for that mythical equipment, it's pretty much what you gathered from intel. It can lock onto ten or more spatial coordinates for Fenrir to choose from. When he intends to move to another coordinate or faces danger, it enables spatial displacement up to a maximum distance of 150 kilometers. Additionally, this mythical equipment has a divine power—a powerful spatial ability called 'Dimensional Vortex.' This gives Fenrir extraordinary destructive power during spatial jumps. The equipment stirs up the surrounding planar walls and space, forming a powerful space storm. This means it's very hard for us to restrict his teleportation. We also can't track his trail; the spatial debris and energy flows from the space storm make it impossible for me to lock onto his teleport coordinates."

Li Mochen pondered: "But you did track him for a while, right? That means your teleportation speed should be superior to his, correct?"

"Of course! Otherwise, why would I be called the Void Night King?"

Delphinia glanced at him sideways: "But it's useless. I have to exert a lot of effort to completely eliminate the interference from the Dimensional Vortex. So at most, after five or six times, he'll completely shake me off."

Li Mochen, however, relaxed slightly. If before he had only seventy to eighty percent certainty, now he had a full hundred percent.

In his eyes, the Fenrir Wolf was already meat on the chopping block, ready for him to slaughter.

"Then, Del, tell me the coordinates of his teleportation points—the more detailed, the better."

Though puzzled, Delphinia readily reported a total of fifteen coordinates one by one, then looked at Li Mochen sideways: "You're in big trouble, Andre. This guy is tricky. I can't think of any way to deal with him right now."

"That remains to be seen."

Li Mochen was already using the 'Zhou Tian Divine Mechanism Mysterious Pivot Lock Star Secret Method' to calculate. The intelligence Delphinia provided wouldn't help him locate the Fenrir Wolf, but it would help him understand Fenrir's strength and the characteristics of that mythical equipment. The more detailed the intel, the better. It would reduce the burden of his calculations during the pursuit and minimize the loss of merit energy.

Next, he tossed a red crystal ball into Delphinia's hands.

After catching it, her eyes showed confusion: "This is?"

"A temporary communication device. It allows you to receive my thoughts in real time, even across tens of thousands of miles or during void teleportation."

Li Mochen explained: "What you need to do next is do your best to delay his jump process. Then, perform spatial jumps according to the coordinates I give you."

"Alright!"

Delphinia put away the red crystal ball: "I'll do whatever you say."

She wasn't optimistic about Li Mochen's pursuit, but her previous experiences had taught her a harsh lesson.

The guy before her was indeed skilled at creating miracles. He had surprised her several times before, accomplishing things she thought impossible.

So for now, she would wait and see.

"But regardless of whether this mission succeeds, you have to agree to the thing I proposed—grant us Inhumans a piece of territory."

Li Mochen's eyes showed hesitation. After a long while, he nodded reluctantly: "Alright, but I can only give you at most 70,000 square kilometers of land. And within ten years at most, I will build a fortress there; your territory must relocate. Of course, I will provide adequate compensation and guarantee your safety."

"Deal!"

Delphinia was clearly overjoyed. Though she forced herself not to show it, her eyes couldn't help but reveal surprise and delight.

At that moment, Li Mochen sensed something and raised his brows.

"I've found him!"

"Found him? Where?" Delphinia looked at Li Mochen sideways, wondering if this was real or fake. She had thought they would have to wait for the Fenrir Wolf's next move.

"Twelve kilometers from here, at my property, the Burt Building."

Li Mochen laughed in anger: "Only twenty minutes later, and he's already targeting my headquarters building directly. This mad dog, how much does he look down on me?"

...

The battle with the Fenrir Wolf erupted abruptly and fiercely. When Li Mochen and Delphinia simultaneously appeared on the fifteenth floor of the Burt Building, the Fenrir Wolf had already sensed them.

He had long detected the spatial disturbance caused by their void jumps. Slightly puzzled as to how his whereabouts were exposed, he unhesitatingly pressed a button on a remote control in his hand to detonate the remote bombs he had planted in the vicinity.

Fortunately, Delphinia was prepared. The moment she teleported in, she cast a mass banishment spell, banishing all the bombs the Fenrir Wolf had planted into the Astral Plane. Just as the explosions began, she nipped them in the bud, saving the Burt Building from destruction and collapse.

At that moment, Fenrir's 3721 Linfield rifle fired with a bang, the bullet almost precisely striking Li Mochen's brow as he traversed through the void.

The latter, by a hair's breadth, split the twenty-seventh-level magic bullet in two at the center. The 'Severance' divine authority of the Cherry Blood Blade was immensely powerful; once it struck its target, ordinary objects and spells could not withstand it.

The Fenrir wolf's expression shifted slightly, and then a void vortex formed behind him, like a great mouth about to swallow him whole.

His eyes burned with hatred, fixed unwaveringly on Li Mochen.

"Another new divine authority—you are indeed stronger than the intelligence reports described! So, it was you who seized the Dragon's Might fragment and framed the Fenrir Hunting Group, wasn't it?"

Li Mochen thought to himself that these two matters had no causal connection, but at this point, if the Fenrir wolf hadn't guessed it was his doing, he would be a true fool. After all, there were only a few in all of America capable of framing him.

He couldn't be bothered to reply, directly slashing at Fenrir with his blade—a strike that could sever metal and stone, and even shatter the void.

But Li Mochen ultimately struck nothing, just as Delfinia had described. Fenrir's mythical equipment bore the divine authority of 'Dimensional Vortex.'

The spatial vortex generated immense resistance, preventing Li Mochen's will and the Cherry Blood Blade from even locking onto Fenrir's figure. The resistance encountered by the blade's edge was far greater than he imagined, numbing his wrist.

By the time the vortex and resistance vanished, the Fenrir wolf had disappeared without a trace.

"Need me to provide coordinates?"

Delfinia looked at him. "I barely locked onto his direction just now."

"No need. The spatial coordinates I provide will only be more precise."

Li Mochen had already ridden the minor dragon vein through the void barrier. "Dell, instead of spending time on that, you'd do better to slow his displacement speed. If you'd tried a little harder just now, I might have made him suffer a minor injury."

Delfinia focused on sensing the crystal ball, then showed surprise.

There was indeed a coordinate inside, very close to the position she had deduced—less than three kilometers away.

When Delfinia arrived at the destination almost simultaneously with Li Mochen, she found the Fenrir wolf right before them.

This was a motor room, plastered with powerful remote-detonated bombs. A quick glance told Delfinia there were no fewer than thirty. Sensing further, she recognized the location as the Wiltonstein First Charity Hospital in the eastern part of the city.

Delfinia expertly raised a hand, banishing the bombs from the bright world before they could explode. At the same time, she marveled inwardly, puzzled as to how Li Mochen had calculated Fenrir's location.

The result of Li Mochen's calculation had saved at least a thousand lives.

If she had jumped based on the coordinates she had deduced, she would have had no time to disarm these bombs.

The Fenrir wolf opposite them was equally stunned. A vortex formed behind him again as he glanced at Delfinia in surprise.

"Interesting! Then follow closely, everyone. I've planted many bombs in this Mr. Wiltonstein's properties, far more than you can imagine. From now on, every time you miss one, many people will die with you. A hundred thousand or two hundred thousand? So follow me, everyone!"

Fenrir's words cut off abruptly as Li Mochen's Cherry Blood Blade slashed toward him. This time it didn't miss; a thread of blood sprayed into the void, then was annihilated by the狂暴 void energy.

For the third spatial jump, both appeared precisely beside Fenrir.

This time, Delfinia was slightly faster than Li Mochen. She again cast banishment first, disarming the remote bombs around them.

Fenrir ignored her, raising his gun and firing at Li Mochen as he traversed the void. This time, his preparation was more thorough; purple lightning bolts materialized around him, striking at Li Mochen.

The intensity of the purple lightning made Delfinia inwardly alarmed. This was undoubtedly a divine authority—the bastard before them had somehow obtained a divine authority scroll and set this deadly trap here.

Li Mochen, however, showed no fear. He slashed the bullet apart with his blade, then enveloped the Light Demon No. 8 in a layer of liquid.

The power of the water divine authority allowed Li Mochen to form a shield of pure water, and then, enduring the vast purple lightning, he charged to the Fenrir wolf's side.

The Cherry Blood Blade's fierce arc swept across the void again, but as Li Mochen expected, it struck nothing. The Fenrir wolf had vanished before their eyes.

Li Mochen and Delfinia didn't pause either, both stepping into the void.

But before leaving, Delfinia couldn't help cursing, "Bastard! At least give a heads-up before using that method, OK?"

She referred to the pure water shield Li Mochen had formed with his water divine authority. Pure water could insulate against lightning, enough to withstand the 'Divine Lightning Punishment' of this初级 divine authority level.

But at the same time, some of the purple lightning blocked by the shield was attracted to her, striking in her direction.

This caught Delfinia off guard, narrowly avoiding the lightning. At her Legendary Level 5 cultivation, even a slight graze from this divine authority-level power would be catastrophic.

Li Mochen, however, was indifferent.

"Then rest assured, I know what I'm doing! Don't forget what my strongest divine authority is? Also, from now on, you have to call me Boss! You're my vassal now, aren't you?"

Their figures entered another spatial coordinate, one after the other.

This time, the Fenrir wolf's gun was aimed at Delfinia. His face was cold, his eyes still mocking.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot. The crimson bullet forcibly pierced the layers of distorted space before Delfinia, heading straight for her brow.

Delfinia's expression changed slightly. This was undoubtedly a powerful magic bullet above Level 27, with properties related to spatial traversal, strongly countering her spatial abilities.

Within less than twenty meters, Delfinia could make almost no effective reaction. She could only instinctively activate her final contingency, preparing to reconstitute her body in the dark world using part of her soul and flesh anchored in the void after this body was destroyed.

This was a newly mastered ability that allowed her to evade any fatal danger.

Her previous two experiences of being outwitted by Li Mochen had made her learn from the pain and prepare this backup. Of course, the cost was immense—her magic class level would drop by at least two ranks.

But just as the bullet struck Delfinia's brow, a surge of powerful life force emerged from within her. Not only did it rapidly heal the injury, but it also acted on her soul, helping her resist the bullet's tearing at her soul.

Conversely, the Fenrir wolf's face turned pale as if struck hard.

Delfinia instantly understood what had happened. Li Mochen's Life and Death divine authority had taken effect, not only draining a vast amount of life force from the Fenrir wolf but also transferring the concept of 'death' she had faced onto him.

"Scum!"

Delfinia felt both relief and fury. She was angry that Li Mochen had used her as a 'voodoo doll' to counterattack the Fenrir wolf, and furious at the latter—a mere Legendary Level 2 bastard who had nearly killed her.

Her eyes nearly blazed with rage. With a slight wave of her hand, she cast a 'Void Slash' toward the distance. The chaotic void energy destroyed everything in its path, and even the Fenrir wolf's 'Dimensional Vortex' divine authority couldn't fully block it.

With this strike, Delfinia invested unprecedented focus, not seeking to wound the opponent but only to disrupt the Fenrir wolf's spatial jump.

"Whoa, Dell, are you about to go berserk? The problem is, this is my property! This warehouse is worth at least twelve million gold shields—"

After Fenrir left again, Li Mochen looked around in shock. This was one of his warehouses, but now the entire five hundred meters ahead, all buildings and life, had been torn to shreds by Delfinia's 'Void Slash.'

Fortunately, he was on site and wielded the powerful Life divine authority, allowing him to instantly reconstitute the lives of those who should have died.

"Shut up! Give me the coordinates!"

As Delfinia spoke, she sensed a new spatial coordinate forming in the red crystal ball. Without hesitation, she traversed the void into the astral realm.

By now, the flames of rage in Delfinia's eyes had become tangible.

She was enraged by that mad wolf and swore to make the bastard pay for provoking her.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious manor north of Atlanta, General George Mattiola was smoking a cigar in his temporary study, looking displeased at the magical projection before him.

It was a three-dimensional map of Atlanta, with red and blue dots marking the Fenrir wolf's appearances.

"You can't blame me, General!"

On one side of the desk, the man in black magical robes and matching cloak said, "Their battle is too fast and too concise, never staying in one place for more than three seconds. I think even Estantine couldn't provide detailed battle footage now. Locking onto their appearance coordinates is the best I can do, and that's with the Fenrir wolf's deliberate cooperation."

"I know! Of course I know!"

George Mattiola replied with some irritation. "But this situation is off, Richard. Their jump speed is too fast, beyond our expectations."

"Indeed, it's surprising. They follow very closely."

The magical advisor in black nodded slightly. "They almost perfectly track Fenrir's spatial traversal, always within twenty meters. The 'Dimensional Vortex' divine authority has almost no effect on them. It's incredible. I don't know how they do it—the Void Night Lord? Or Lucky Andre? But from the current situation, it has no impact on our plan. They can't stop Fenrir's jumps. As long as he's careful enough, that Andre can't inflict a fatal wound. And now, they're moving out of the city, toward our predetermined ambush position—"

"But now, I feel a bit uneasy."

George Mattiola took the cigar from his lips, his expression thoughtful. "You know, the Violet family's danger premonition has always been outstanding."

"But this time, we have nine demigods, including Philip I, and even a magician."

The magical advisor looked toward the desk. "With the previous agreement, this must have caught the Wiltonsteins off guard. In fact, according to our current intelligence, their demigod-level combatants haven't moved at all. We only need three minutes to kill Andre and end this."

"The problem is Silver Wing Duke, Monroe Kincaid. He refused to participate."

George Mattiola frowned. "He even warned me that if I act rashly, I will surely suffer a heavy defeat. I suspect he knows some intelligence we don't. He's been watching Consigli and his grandson for a long time."

"Kincaid?"

The magical advisor's tone was clearly dismissive, but he still asked in a consultative tone, "Then should we stop the plan? But we've already paid a considerable price to persuade Philip and the magician to act early. And the Fenrir wolf—"

"No! At this point, we can't stop. Let's observe first. If the situation is as Kincaid says, and that Lucky Andre still has hidden strength, we'll switch targets and try to eliminate the Void Night Lord first. As long as Philip I and Howard don't act, it won't be a breach of contract. Those demigods were never their subordinates."

General George Mattiola seemed resolute, taking another satisfied puff of his cigar. "To be honest, I regret it a little now. If I had known it would come to this, I would have killed Delfinia earlier. If not for fear of tipping off the enemy, that mad wolf plus the bullets we provided could have done it."

But at that moment, his magical advisor stared at the three-dimensional map, his pupils contracting.

"This is wrong, General. The Fenrir wolf has deviated from our preset coordinates."