Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1094 - 285: Symphony of Flesh and Blood

Chapter 1094: Chapter 285: Symphony of Flesh and Blood

Distance remaining is one thousand five hundred meters...

"Buer elite squads, charge! Bestow the Stone Skin War Song! Liger squads, spread out!" Prince Lionheart commanded calmly to the signaler and the twelve War Shamans who served as the whips of the gods of war, his whip pointing to the front: "Mages, get ready!"

Unlike other Beamon legions, the commander of the Imperial Guards not only planned the offense but also directed the war song, with the shamans responsible solely for their magic beast combat.

The twelve shamans had long since prepared their amplifying instruments. Upon hearing the order, they immediately scattered a series of hibernation halos. Astonishingly, each of these three elite Imperial Guard squads was accompanied by four War Shamans! That was four times the number that the Turun squads had! Two elven mages also took out their staffs and the magic scrolls hidden in their sleeves.

Two Garfield Clan cat-people servants laid out a bundle of lion’s mane carpet marked with astronomical scales and talismans and quickly brushed the non-existent dust from it with ostrich down feathers.

This lion’s mane carpet soaked in old bloodstains and seven distinct color patches outlined the traces of footprints. The once-gorgeous mane had mostly fallen off, showing signs of great antiquity.

This ancient carpet was none other than the famous Beamon chorus equipment -- "Big Dipper Chorus Carpet." Stepping precisely on the astronomical footprints on the carpet allowed seven shamans of different levels to chant a war song simultaneously, greatly amplifying the power of the war song.

Five golden Holy Temple Knights immediately surrounded the shamans standing on the "Big Dipper Chorus Carpet," raising their swan-shaped great shields. Although powerful, the "Big Dipper Chorus" was also risky. A shaman under attack during the chanting would cause all seven shamans to suffer elemental backlash, a peril that would never occur if a shaman chanted alone, hence extreme caution was necessary!

Two formations are now one thousand two hundred meters apart...

The sonorous battle song drowned out the camel hooves, the slashing winds, and the war cries!

The melody and rhythm of the battlefield always belonged to the Beamon shamans!

The Mulanese camel cavalry began to shake their reins, spreading out the steps of their camels, as silent as boulders.

The white camels converged into a white torrent, the beat of the camel hooves going from slow to fast, gradually turning into a crescendo, like thunderous rain, and then forming an overwhelming sound wave that could shatter heaven and earth!

The whole ravine groaned in the roaring tumult, and from the severely weathered sides of the ravine came the sound of falling sand, countless stones bounded in the sky before dropping to the ground.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The Beamon warriors roared even more wildly in response!

Blessings carried by the western winds, the magnificent War Song Halo bestowed upon them a hundredfold courage and fervor.

The Mulan cavalrymen, having assumed their positions, crouched behind the humps, half-rising, their skilled riding allowing them to ride hands-free, their left hands’ turtle shell shields already placed on the camel’s necks, their sharp scimitars already sheathed, and now in their hands, they held short spears tipped with spikes, their faces covered by white veils, but eyes bloodshot, emanating a chill just as cold and sharp as their spears!

The five hundred camels charging at the front, with the most disciplined momentum, epitomized the concept of well-trained, not a single camel out of place, only resembling the surging flow of molten lava or a tidal wave in their formation!

"What powerful Mulan cavalry!" Liu’s pupils trembled with shock, but that was due to the camels trampling the earth.

In the midst of a huge roar akin to a natural disaster, even the battle-hardened Liu could not help but feel his heart contract violently!

"All troops, halt!" Prince Lionheart, undisturbed as an ancient well, quickly distributed his orders.

"Buer elite squads! Light of Sobriety!"

"Buer elite squads! Strength Amplification!"

Eight hundred meters now...

If the war roars of the Beamon warriors just moments ago could awaken the blood of every coward, now the Mulan cavalrymen riding their white camels were like an avalanche from Tamerlarya Mountain, casting death and icy chills into everyone’s view at breakneck speed, seeping deep into their bones, burying courage and life alike!

"Flanks! Agility War Song! Light of Sobriety!" Prince Lionheart let out a thunderous roar as he unsheathed his great sword: "Prepare!"

"Hold steady! Hold steady!" All the rhino powerhouses flung their arms wide, slamming their huge totem pillars down hard onto the Tauren warriors stepping out of line behind them. The vigorous shoving turned these rhino officers into rampaging ruffians; many Buer warriors even had their eyebrows and corners of their eyes split open by their weapons.

The Buer warriors were now panting heavily, their faces flushed with an agitated hue, and if not for the "Light of Sobriety," they would have surely succumbed to a frenzied state by now. Their nerves were like springs, stretched to the limit, and only the heavy beatings from their officers could restore a shred of rationality to them.

Facing the ever-closer enemy, whose camel’s breath could now be clearly seen, even the pupils of the silver-ringed warriors were thick with blood, shaking their heads to suppress their fighting spirit. Their one long and one short rhino horns, reinforced by the "Stone Skin Technique," reflected a greenish gleam in the air.

The orderly Tauren formations resembled a battered giant snake, writhing, squirming, and waiting frantically for the moment to reveal their fangs and strike.