Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1060 - 272: Secret Weapon_3

Chapter 1060: Chapter 272: Secret Weapon_3

"At your service, my Jabbasan! Also, use your golden blade to teach these invading barbarians a good lesson," Master Montasha, with his long beard and prominent cheekbones, his eyes twinkling with wisdom.

"No problem!" Ali Dai laughed heartily, saluted the Imam Masters, and then said to the seventeen Lionesses and the Snake Slaves, "Masters, get all your lions and snakes ready! Once these damned barbarians enter the cacti thicket, I will offer a great feast for your children and for myself!"

"We will!" Ten Lionesses bowed together, these desert women with black veils on their faces were seductive, yet no rough desert man dared to approach them, for in the huge wooden cages beside them lay giant lions, their golden fur naturally curly and balled like dough, each weighing at least a ton, their enormous eyes blood-red, their sharp teeth and claws reflecting more intimidatingly than the sharpest scimitars.

The art of taming lions was unique to certain grand families of the Mulan Empire. Along the banks of the Euphrates River, where countless fiery-eyed Nian lay hidden like stars in the grass, the Lionesses would steal the blind cubs while the mother lions were away from their dens and feed them with milk; these Nian would grow up to obey the Lionesses’ commands.

Since they were nurtured solely on milk, these Nian developed like fermenting dough, immensely strong, with eyes that could shoot thick smoke, and after being clad in camel leather armor, they became bloodthirsty agents of chaos.

For some special reasons, no desert man would marry, or dare to take a Lioness as a wife.

"Our children do not eat such coarse food," said seven Snake Slaves with their heads wrapped in thick turbans, also smiling and nodding at Ali Dai. The golden-bladed Mojie courteously returned the greeting.

Snake Slavery was an ancient art of the Mojie nation, and once skilled, many were employed by the Mulan royal family. They could command their tamed cobra through flute music to dance or kill.

A series of "clack" sounds rang out, the copper locks on the cages were unlocked, and the beast tunnels stuffed with dry grass beneath the mud walls were cleared, the Lionesses embraced the slowly emerging fiery-eyed Nian from the wooden cages, whispering strange languages into the ears of the lions while gently stroking their curly fur, the Nian swaying their heavy bodies and growling in response as if communicating.

After conditioning them for a while, all the Lionesses stood up.

A thousand reserve soldiers were immediately driven back by the officers, leaving only two hundred Imperial Guards with silver blades, the Mojies, nonchalantly wiping their jeweled silver scimitars, being the finest swordsmen in the western royal tents and naturally unafraid of a few beasts; in Ali Dai’s heart, these two hundred Mojies would deliver a crucial stroke to the enemy’s throat when the time came.

Meanwhile, seven Snake Slaves spread out beautifully made camel fuzz carpets, seated cross-legged on them with a pot of special burning spices in front, amidst the curling smoke, teams of robust servants hauled huge wicker cages in front of them, the Snake Slaves exchanged smiles and pulled out their gourd flutes, blowing an eerie "Mojie Snake Charming Tune."

"Ssssss"...

"Ssssss"...

Driven by the bizarre melody, a row of massive triangular snake heads simultaneously protruded from the large wicker cages, as the black and yellow bodies slowly straightened, the sounds of their tongues flicking became increasingly louder, the king cobras opened their massive jaws from time to time, threateningly displaying their venomous fangs and deep throats, until each cobra’s neck gradually flattened into a massive spatula shape under the flute’s influence, the wicker cages could no longer bear the weight of the king cobras and collapsed, seven giant king cobras wriggled on the ground, slowly moving towards the beast tunnels at the base of the mud wall, each one eight meters in length, their bodies as thick as camel legs crushed the ground, leaving furrows in the sandy soil, flattening clumps of grass and bushes.

After whispering a few words to them, ten fiery-eyed Nian immediately bit each other and burrowed towards the beast tunnels at the wall’s base.

The Lionesses took to their heels, arms outstretched, running and shouting, "Water—water—"

Ali Dai nodded in satisfaction, commanding his personal soldiers to reinforce the mud wall with hundreds of camels, thereby thickening the wall.

The barbarian army was now less than three miles from the oasis, the battle flags of the Bimon Army were clearly visible, marked by a strange emblem featuring gods alongside pigs, bears, and a snake woman. Ali Dai touched the parapet, gazing at that flag and the strikingly conspicuous long-nosed giants in the enemy lines, he smiled faintly.

These long-nosed warriors, carrying long-handled maces and impressively strong, didn’t seem very effective to Ali Dai. In the flood of assaults, the more conspicuous warriors tended to die faster, and strength alone was futile.

These giant-like warriors were too few in number.

Only two miles away!

Ali Dai had his personal soldiers blow the conch shells, which had been buried under the sands for countless years, creating a sound as robust and potent as ever, all the desert warriors drew their scimitars, the Slave Warriors gripping their weapons tightly, the "Tower of Light’s Wish" echoing with the sound of the Mirror Cannons’ rolling gears.