I made up myths in America

Chapter 148 Fancy Death Methods, The White King in Spiritual Vision

It was 2:37 p.m. New York time.

The sunshine is even better for this small island in the Pacific Ocean.

But when Elliott said those words with a smile, all the dignitaries present felt a chill run down their spines.

Especially those guys who tried to escape, after being bound by their own shadows and twisted into pretzels, panicked even more. But for the sake of their own lives, no one dared to run or shout. They all stood there with bitter faces, trying to reason with this cult leader who specifically targeted their upper class.

But Elliott wasn't there to waste his breath on them.

He saw a prominent lawyer he had seen on television before stand up and try to explain how innocent they were.

Elliott smiled and said calmly, "I don't want to hear that. You can go explain it to God. Oh, I almost forgot, you people are all going to hell."

Pfft, pfft—

After Elliott uttered those words, sharp black thorns suddenly protruded from the large shadows extending from his feet, forming a vast forest of thorns that pierced through the bodies of these nobles who had just been chatting and laughing, impaling them one by one.

"Fuck, you're a madman, you're a complete madman, the federal government will not let you get away with this!!"

One member of the Rothschild family was fortunate enough to escape being pierced because he was standing on the outermost edge.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, watching Elliott walk toward him step by step, his emotions on the verge of collapse.

"No, quite the opposite."

Elliott looked down at him and said calmly, "Kill you all, and they won't dare to make such a move again. This is a lesson my grandfather taught me when I was a child."

Phew! !
With that, Elliott allowed this escaped fugitive to enjoy the same treatment as his companions.

The entire island fell silent instantly, leaving only staff dressed as waiters and a few little boys and girls trembling with fear, desperately covering their mouths.

As for the security personnel, they were already taken care of by Elliott.

"So, what do you think of these staff members who are still alive? Are they good people?!"

Elliott walked over to a blonde little girl, half-squatted down, gave her an encouraging smile that said "Don't be afraid," and asked.

"No, they're awful, just like those other people."

Seeing that Elliott didn't seem to have any intention of harming them, the blonde girl shook her head and mustered her courage to speak.

"Is that so? I understand."

Elliott nodded upon hearing this, stood up, and waved his hand as he looked at the staff who had begun to scatter and flee after hearing the little girl's words.

Pfft, pfft—

More black spikes appeared on the ground, along with corpses impaled on them.
"Huh, that's great."

"thank you, sir."

Despite the terrifying scene, many children at the scene showed excitement and thanked Elliott.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll send someone to pick you up."

Despite doing the work of a serial killer, Elliott felt a strange sense of accomplishment, like he had become a hero, amidst the cheers and thanks of the children.

Having dealt with these scumbags, he approached the enormous mutated sea beast, placed his hand on a wound on its body, and activated his physical modification abilities, which he had honed considerably in the days spent saving his mother. Boom! Boom boom!!
In an instant, a roar like the ocean erupted from the mutated sea beast's body, and a large amount of pale golden blood, as viscous as lead and mercury, was absorbed into Elliot's own body from the beast's body.

Gradually, his skeletal body, like an inflating balloon, not only regained its previous chest and arm circumference but also became much stronger than before, and a faint golden hue appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, after absorbing a large amount of blood from the sub-dragon species, he seemed to have become a human-dragon hybrid, with many fragmented hallucinations or memories appearing in his mind.

In the hallucination, the pitch-black sky was torn apart by lightning, and a huge dragon shadow swam in the clouds, its golden pupils burning like lava.

The white tower collapsed in the icy sea, and dragons roared as they plummeted like burning meteors. Some people stood atop the tower with their arms outstretched, as if welcoming death.
These scenes, resembling mythical epics, thoroughly ignited Eliot's creative passion and inspiration as a painter.

Immediately, regardless of where he was, he took out his own drawing paper and brushes and began to create on the spot.

"ah??!"

The children around him who hadn't left stared at him blankly, feeling that the scene before them was somewhat absurd, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

It wasn't until more than ten hours later, when a private plane from Italy landed on the island and members of the Karamo family emerged one after another, that Elliott looked up from his drawing and glanced at his completed painting with satisfaction.

The above is the most shocking scene he saw in his vision-like hallucination.

In the vast, boundless icy sea, stands a towering bronze pillar. Bound to it is a magnificent being, its enormous dragon body as pale as moonlight, with silver blood flowing beneath its scales. Yet, decaying thorns sprout from every joint, as if purity and filth coexist.

Although he only captured less than one ten-thousandth of its essence, Elliott felt that this was the most powerful painting he had created since being given the ability by Master Yanshi.

He could even sense that if he were to transform the white monarch in the painting into a living shadow creature, his physical strength would be drained instantly.

This was even after he had absorbed so much dragon blood, making his physical condition many times stronger than before.

"Let's keep it as a trump card for now."

Eliot exhaled, carefully put the painting away, and looked at the family members who had arrived, greeting them familiarly.

As the third son of Carlo Camorra, the family's deputy, Elliot's treatment from childhood to adulthood was actually not bad.

Now that he has the ability, he naturally wants to give back to his family.

so.
Elliot took a deep breath, raised his hand again, and placed it on the now much shriveled sea beast corpse. He sucked out the remaining dragon blood and used it to help the family members who had watched him grow up transform, allowing them to also master a kind of extraordinary power in this special era.

"Haha, so many dragons!"

"Waaah, no!"

Soon, under the micromanagement of Elliot, the master of human modification, these Karamor family members also successfully evolved into hybrids, and all of them developed spiritual vision. Some of them hugged their heads and cried, while others laughed wildly.

This bizarre scene left the surrounding children even more bewildered.

After doing all this, Elliott felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He felt that with the deterrent effect he had demonstrated today, coupled with the military power the Camorra family would later possess, he should no longer have to worry about the family.

Next, he can wholeheartedly complete the task assigned to him by Lord Shilu.

Thinking of this, Elliott closed his eyes and focused all his attention on sensing the shadowy power he had left inside the eagle's body.

Hmm, that direction is Japan?!
A moment later, Elliott opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled, and looked to the west.

(End of this chapter)