Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1101 - 287: Aerial Combat_2

Chapter 1101: Chapter 287: Aerial Combat_2

In front of the Vulture People whose flying speed was swift as lightning, the Feilengcui airborne cavalry seemed even more clumsy and slow. They remained in a suspended state in the air, like hummingbirds sucking nectar — the Feilengcui airborne cavalry were utterly useless when it came to speed.

"All ready!" Duncan roared.

In fact, at that moment in the biting high-altitude wind, it was certain that his comrades around him couldn’t hear his shout, but Duncan couldn’t help himself — since the enemy had magical equipment, this was bound to be a bloody battle!

At the same time, the Vulture Leader Hashmian was grinning broadly.

As the commander, Hashmian wasn’t participating in the attack, and he had reserved forty Vulture People as a backup team, hovering in the air with him.

"One hundred and sixty Vulture Knights, forty from each direction, and only about two hundred barbarian aerial cavalry. Am I being too cautious?" Hashmian thought to himself, feeling a bit remorseful. His Vulture Knights were the unrivaled rulers of the Taklamago skies, warriors who could fight a hundred with one, so why was he giving these barbarians so much credit today?

Hashmian secretly wanted to try personally spattering these barbarians’ blood into the air, imagining how wonderful that would feel.

"That would be a rainbow created by our own hands, the Vulture People." Hashmian, caressing the gold hoop on his ear and licking his hooked nose, poetically described — after years of exposure to the knowledgeable and handsome company, even a crude Vulture Person like him had learned to articulate impressively.

This was the second time they were engaging the barbarian’s aerial cavalry in combat, and neither the Elves’ bows and arrows nor the Flying Tigers’ polespear matched the caliber needed to cause the open wounds on the Mulan cavalry...

That terrifying, gigantic, open wound!

Hashmian uncontrollably shuddered, as even after several days, whenever he recalled it, his heart still clenched tightly.

The opponents, mounted on ten-meter high flying giant beasts, were incredibly robust, and those horrifying wounds on the soldiers of Mulan cavalry slaughtered in the air must have been caused by those powerfully armed aerial cavalry’s thrown weapons!

This was also the barbarians’ last aerial cavalry!

Were they using giant throwing axes? Or heavy flying sickles?

Hashmian felt that no longer mattered, as his own Vulture Knights had climbed to claim the higher ground. Once they dove down to attack, how could the opponents’ aerial weapons maintain accuracy and range from such an angle?

The barbarians’ Flying Tiger Knights might stand a chance under such conditions, but they simply had too few!

"These cavalry, riding on flying giant beasts, dare to challenge us, Isco?"

"Our ’Lamp of God Vulture Knights’ use weapons like the ’Cloud Piercing Lamp’ and ’Venor Gloves,’ with a range up to one hundred and fifty yards! Do they even qualify?"

Vulture Leader Hashmian sneered, and in just a moment’s time, the diving Vulture Knights would enter a reasonable firing range. He, filled with boundless anticipation, awaited the moment when a blood-made rainbow would paint the sky.

Twelve silver beams of light surged skyward!

The smile on Vulture Leader Hashmian’s face froze in an instant.

The Vulture People diving head-on into these blazing beams of light were like boxes filled with phosphorus sticks thrown into a furnace; their robust bodies suddenly burst out with silver flames!

A brief mental blackout almost made Vulture Leader Hashmian stop flapping his wings, dragging him towards the ground.

These were the powerful light rays fired by the Tower of Light’s Wish’s mirror cannon!

These were circular rays, each with a diameter of ten steps!

This was a covering strike from a heavy royal weapon!

This was a ray from a mirror cannon with a range of up to five hundred yards, even when removed from its tower, it could reach three hundred yards!

Vulture Leader Hashmian screamed hysterically, clutching at his earrings.

Before him, like rain, the Vulture People fell; these brave men, who had fought alongside him unscathed till now, had once been valiant blue-skies cavalry of the Flying Camel Army!

And now these brave men had all turned into smoking black charred bodies! Now these brave men were merely segments of corpses!

Hashmian had never imagined that the enemy would take such a defense weapon down and use it as an airborne weapon!

He couldn’t understand why they would do such a thing!

"Why? Why? How did the mirror cannon even get up into the sky?" Vulture Leader Hashmian, mad like a lunatic, grabbed his beloved gold earrings and yanked them off violently.

The Mirror Cannon from the Mulan Empire’s Tower of Light’s Wish had always been positioned on its base, and removing it from its base meant it couldn’t recharge from light sources, as this powerful defense weapon, which took days and nights to replenish its light source, had no precedent in the Mulan Empire for being used as an attack weapon. It was merely designed to be detachable for transportation and storage convenience!

This was a supreme defense weapon meant to protect the royal palaces!

What commander in the Mulan army would dare toy with the idea of the Tower of Light’s Wish?

Which marshal would be foolish enough to haul around an extremely heavy weapon weighing dozens of tons from one battlefield to another?

Hashmian was going mad!

Feilengcui Lord stood on the ground, peering through an old-fashioned telescope, laughing as he watched. Guoguo was beside him, eagerly struggling to take a turn with the telescope.