Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1359: Could This Be The Long-Lost Buddha’s Wrath…

“Charlene’s head. Aim and fire!”

After the system’s reminder tone sounded, Charlene’s head, which was already half revealed from the sand, shot out toward the flaming bird.

The visibility on West Point Island wasn’t high in the foggy night.

Simmons only sensed something flying toward him, and he reached out to grab it instinctively. Just as he was about to jeer at Alfred’s awkward sneak attack, he suddenly realized he was holding onto a head.

Fresh red blood flowed down from the head, and he could see the head’s features clearly with the flame’s glow. The thin lips, seductive eyes, and the hopeless and desperate expression. Wasn’t this his favorite concubine, Charlene!

“Charlene!!”

Simmons roared furiously as he stared at that face with a hopeless expression from before her death. He could imagine what kind of torture and mistreatment she had endured before her death!

He initially thought Alfred wouldn’t mistreat Charlene because of him and the Flaming Demons. He didn’t expect he would go to this extreme end!

“Alfred, I’m going to tear you into pieces!” Flames rose up in Simmons’ hands, and turned that head into ashes instantly, while his figure suddenly became a few meters taller. He had transformed into a four meters tall flaming giant surrounded by burning red flames. His gaze locked onto Alfred and the porcupine battle boar in the center of the island. He dived downward on the flamingo bird like a meteor on fire.

Meanwhile, Alfred was staring at half of the stone statue that was shattered into pieces in front of him in a daze. The black stone statue had obviously lost all its power, and the remaining half of the Power of the Dead was missing.

“How dare you steal my Power of the Dead, Simmons!! I’m going to kill you today, and then eat you up to get that remaining half of the Power of the Dead back!” Alfred snapped his head up and locked his red gaze onto the flamingo bird that was diving down. He used the side of his ax to slap the porcupine battle boar’s butt, and that three-meter-tall and 10-odd-meter-long giant porcupine battle boar started to run. The whole West Point Island began to tremble as if it was going to sink into the sea anytime soon.

The flamingo that dived downward along with flames and the porcupine battle boar that was as heavy as the abyss clashed.

The flamingo opened its mouth and spat out a red flame, which burned out the trench on the ground. Even the rocks were turned into ashes.

The thick barbs on the porcupine battle boar’s neck were shot like crossbow arrows as it dashed forward, and they rained down on the flamingo.

The porcupine battle boar ran into the area covered by the flames. Its pace slowed down obviously as its feet were melted in the melting red lava. White steam and a burning stench also emerged from its body.

As the flamingo was diving downward, it couldn’t maneuver itself away from the thick spikes after spitting out the flames. It was pierced by multiple spikes instantaneously, and fell down from the sky.

Simmons took the opportunity to jump from the flamingo’s back. He had three fireballs of gold, red, and purple in his hands. He suddenly brought them together, and the three fireballs merged together mysteriously to form a tricolor lotus flower. He pointed it toward Alfred, who had similarly jumped off the porcupine battle boar.

The tricolor lotus flew out and instantly appeared right in front of Alfred!

Boom…

A loud explosion was accompanied by tricolored flames, and West Point Island obviously sank a little into the sea. Everything around it was returned to nothing.

“Could this be the long-lost Buddha’s Wrath…” Mag, who brokered this battle, mumbled in disbelief as he watched from the sky with a telescope.

“Is he dead?” Irina was also holding a high-power telescope. Surprised, she then commented, “However, that fellow Simmons’ power has indeed increased a little. I remembered he could only bring two fireballs together when I saw him previously. He could actually use three now.”

“Charlene, I have killed this fellow and avenged you,” Simmons said melancholically as he hovered in midair and looked downward with flames on his body.

“Ha. You tried to kill me with such a simple trick, Simmons? Although you have absorbed the other half of the Power of the Dead, it seems like you weren’t recognized by the master.” A chilling voice appeared from below.

The flames and smoke dissipated slowly, and Alfred, whose arm was raised across his chest, also appeared in their vision. Whiffs of black Ghost’s Aura circulating around him like ribbons. They had removed most of the offensive power earlier. Although his clothes were in tatters, there were no obvious injuries on his body.

“He’s still alive.” Mag cocked an eyebrow. Even though he had already expected Alfred, who had made a deal with the devil, would be stronger, he actually didn’t suffer any serious injuries under such an intense attack. His strength surprised Mag.

“H-how is this possible?!”

Simmons was equally shocked. This was already his most powerful attack. Although Alfred was strong, he couldn’t have withstood his attack so easily.

“Now, it’s my turn!”

A red gleam flashed in Alfred’s red eyes. The huge black ax was lifted slowly, and the black Ghost’s Aura immediately twirled around it. It formed a gigantic black skull on top of that huge ax.

“Alfred, did you sell yourself to the devil?!” Simmons exclaimed as he was suddenly reminded of something when he looked at that black skull.

“It’s too late to act dumb now. I am going to kill you and then eat you up,” Alfred said coldly before swinging his ax downward.

A black circular blade began to slash toward Simmons in midair. That gigantic black skull instantly dispersed into countless little black skulls, and rushed toward Simmons in a cluster following the circular blade.

“You will be the enemy of this entire world when you make a deal with the devil!” Simmons roared as he backed off rapidly. At the same time, he took off the fire beads bracelet on his wrist and scattered them. 10 fire beads formed a line, and then went straight toward that eerie blade of light before exploding one by one.

Golden flames began to explode into dazzling fireworks. After 10 loud explosions, the black circular blade that was only one-third of its original size went through the firewall in front of Simmons and landed on him. It chopped off his right arm instantly.

“No!”

Simmons cried out in pain, and retreated dozens of meters backward. He looked at his severed arm, and a cluster of black aura was already rapidly climbing up toward his shoulder from the wound.

“Damn!”

Simmons’ face went white. He hesitated briefly before chopping off the remaining half of his arm himself, and burned the wound with flames. He charred the flesh to stop the bleeding.

And just when he had completed this series of moves, Alfred had appeared behind him out of nowhere. He lifted the giant ax above his head and smirked. “Go to hell!”

Simmons’ face paled, but it soon became determined. He punched himself in his heart, and his blood began to rush throughout his body like erupting lava. He furiously said, “I’m going to take you along with me even if I die!”

“Self-detonation? Ha, you’re not going to have that chance.” Alfred smirked, and his ax swung down without any hesitation.

“Right now, Holy Light!” Mag, who had been watching a good show, suddenly shouted.