Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1109 - 290: Wise Decision

Chapter 1109: Chapter 290: Wise Decision

The Flying Camel Knights’ speed of action was significantly swifter than that of the Snow Camel Royal Guards. Upon receiving the order, the retreating knights promptly and meticulously evacuated the Imam.

The knights responsible for the rear attack slapped their Flying Camels on the rump, urging them into a swift trot with the sound of "de-de," while the knights grabbed the camels’ tails, nimbly leaping into the saddle with one bound.

What had been a disorderly group of Flying Camel Knights now, in the blink of an eye, arranged their formations with precision. This cavalry unit wasn’t bound by standard arrangements; they freely chose their positions for attack—a true sign of battle-hardened troops!

Six hundred and sixty-five Taige warriors, radiating with the splendid War Song Halo, gripped their massive halberds and fiercely planted the war flags directly in the path that the Flying Camel Knights were bound to take, to the rhythm of the war drums.

Prince Kahn had already issued commands to confront the enemy’s reserve forces before the Flying Camel Knights could make their move.

It was time to test the mettle of the reserve forces!

A squadron of emerald airborne cavalry whooshed through the sky towards the blue expanse above, pursuing the fleeing Imam—an order directly from the boss!

The first unit of Wolf Cavalry also finally arrived, fixating their gaze on the blood-stained earth below from atop their wolves.

"Take out those camels with wings for me." Liu Zhenhan stretched out his finger, singling out Duncan and five Antelope Warriors holding Mirror Cannons. Meanwhile, six Antelope Airborne Troopers already carrying Mirror Cannons had gone in pursuit of the enemy Imam.

"Your Majesty..." Prince Lionheart furrowed his brows upon hearing the order from the chief Shaman.

"All Shamans, launch your magic pets’ attacks! Target: those camels with wings! Use the War Song at your discretion!" Liu Zhenhan seemed not to hear Prince Lionheart speaking.

The Shamans of the Expedition Shaman Group were stunned; the experienced Shamans covertly observed the expressions of the three chief Shamans, while the impetuous young Shamans had already taken their Medusa Badges into their hands.

"Your Majesty!" Prince Kahn raised his voice, his tone full of defiance: "All commands here should be given by me because I am the commander in chief!"

"Prince Your Highness," Liu Zhenhan glanced askance at Prince Lionheart, "I have already witnessed the splendor of ’The Whip of the War God’..."

"Martial merit is not proved solely by such foolish acts. I do not wish to see more Beamon blood spilled now!" Liu Zhenhan lowered his head to light a cigar, exhaling a thick puff of smoke. "Do you have an objection, Prince?"

"Of course, I do!" Prince Kahn’s eyebrows twitched, his eyes narrowed.

The Mirror Cannons in the hands of the six Antelope Warriors suddenly elevated slightly—by some coincidence, their muzzles were now pointed directly at Prince Kahn atop his Greenland Snow Lion.

The burly Antelope brutes showed a cold and collected gaze in their eyes, a look that brooked no authority.

The surrounding Shamans and officers turned pale with shock, while the Liger Princes unsheathed their heavy swords with a clang, ready to step forward to protect Prince Lionheart, but they were stayed by a gesture from Prince Kahn.

Liu Zhenhan let out a sneering puff from his cigar, snapped his fingers, and gestured for the Antelope Warriors to take to the skies immediately.

Seeing these brawny Antelope men with their Mirror Cannons ascend, relief washed over the Beamon fighters present.

"Does your highness want to remind me that all shamans and officers present today are merely onlookers? That the battles of ’The Whip of the War God’ Legion ought to be solved by its own soldiers and reject any outside support?" Liu Zhenhan stared at Prince Lionheart through the curling smoke of his cigar, squinting his eyes that reflected sharp, cold glints.

"Richard Your Majesty, please allow me to remind you once again..." Prince Lionheart gently stroked the long mane of the Greenland Snow Lion, meeting Liu Zhenhan’s piercing gaze with his own wild, unrestrained look, "any command here should be given by me!"

Liu Zhenhan casually opened his porcupine skin cloak and swiftly drew out the Ancient Power Fire Gun tucked in the inner pocket, shook out the cartridge under his arm, and with his right hand, pulled a mulberry-shaped bronze bullet from his pocket and pushed it into the chamber with a "click."

"Richard! What are you doing!" Moer cried out in panic, stepping forward.

Prince Kahn once again gestured to hold back his intensely anxious guards, while Moer was blocked by Nedved.

"I’m going to repeat this for the last time, I don’t want to see another Beamon soldier hurt." Liu Zhenhan rested the Ancient Power Fire Gun on his shoulder.

"Stop!" Standing beside Liu Zhenhan, Moer sharply scolded, pointing her finger imbued with electric sparks towards the restless guards and Liger Princes, causing the ten Holy Temple Knights to freeze in place, suddenly reminded of their religious duty.

"You dare threaten me?" Prince Lionheart glared furiously at the Shaman of Divine Songs, his eyes blazing.

"You don’t care about these soldiers, but I do." Liu Zhenhan’s eyes emitted a chill unique to the harsh winters of December.

"Your Highness, Richard Your Majesty does have a point, look, by rallying our Shamans’ magic pets to attack, we can surely reduce the casualties among our soldiers," Master Qi Dan, the chief model Shaman, quickly intervened to make peace.

At that moment, on the distant flag-dotted deserts, the Taige warriors sang a mighty battle song that captivated every Beamon’s gaze.

The Mulan knights had begun their advance! Under the leadership of Tallbruh, the orderly and somber Flying Camel squadron formed a precise, arrow-like charge formation. The rear Snow Camel Cavalry held high the Mulan military flag, while the mournfully desolate sound of conch shells resonated across the land.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, I beseech you to reconsider! Please do not act rashly!" Master Qi Dan swallowed his saliva, nervously watching the two high-ranking Beamon with drawn swords and ready crossbows.

"High Priest, I would never have dreamed I’d be threatened one day," Prince Lionheart’s laughter rang out.

"Damn it! I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you!" Liu Zhenhan threw away his cigar and cursed angrily, thrusting the Ancient Power Fire Gun in his hand.

No one expected the Shaman of Divine Songs to really dare to make a move on a prince. Their faces changed drastically, but it was already too late—the hammer of the gun made a clear striking sound.

A few young female priests were so frightened that they covered their eyes, while Master Qi Dan himself fell onto the sand with a pale face.

There was no explosion, just a "ding-dang" ringing sound.

Liu Zhenhan looked at the Ancient Power Fire Gun in confusion as a copper egg slid out from where the barrel met the battle armor.

Prince Kahn was dumbfounded.

Liu Zhenhan picked up the copper egg with a puzzled face, turned it over, and noticed a small crack in the metallic shell labeled "Moradin’s Fury," no wonder the miniature Wind System formation failed to trigger an attack.

"Damn it! It was actually a dud!" Liu Zhenhan cursed dejectedly: "I can’t believe I’ve encountered the rare defective product from a Gold-Pointing Mulberry that produces at most ten seeds!"

"Use a knife then," Xiao Cui pulled out his willow-leaf iron saber and handed it over, its polished blade shimmering with a faint rainbow halo in the sunlight.

"I refuse to believe it won’t fire this time," Liu Zhenhan took out two more mulberry copper eggs, one in his mouth and one stuffed into the barrel. With a flick of his wrist, he closed the gun’s chamber and aimed at Mulan cavalry engaged in fierce combat with Buer Warriors and Rhine warriors and fired.

All eyes followed the shot, and the head of that Mulan cavalryman burst in the air.

At this moment, all of the Mulan cavaliers had squared off, with the massive wings of the Flying Camels flapping rapidly against the air currents. As they began their accelerated run, they gradually lifted off the ground, hovering about a meter above; the knights lowered their iron mesh visors and withdrew their lances and tortoise-shaped shields from their saddle prongs, shimmering like a bright forest breaking through the heavens.

Merely two hundred and fifty Flying Camel cavaliers, with their neat military appearance alone, displayed an even more spectacular momentum than three thousand Snow Camel riders! There was no sound of camel hooves pounding the earth, only silent oppression and suffocation!

A bloody battle was imminent!

"Now that’s more like it," Liu Zhenhan quickly loaded another copper egg into the gun’s chamber, clicked it closed, and once again pointed at Prince Lionheart.

Perched on his shoulder, Guoguo made a discontented sound. Liu Zhenhan looked at it curiously; Guoguo quickly unfolded a white dinner napkin around its neck, seemingly prepared to block any splattering blood, then stuffed its little paws into its ears.

"All good?" Liu Zhenhan asked, and Guoguo grinned showing its chubby pink face, nodding vigorously.

The young female priests screamed and covered their eyes again, turning away, unable to watch.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstand..." Prince Kahn watched Liu Zhenhan quietly, waving off the guards ready to pounce: "...What I’ve been trying to emphasize is that, after all, I am the commander here. Shouldn’t the order for a total assault for the sacrifice be left to me to issue?"

Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes, staring blankly at Prince Lionheart. Thinking back, it seemed that the prince hadn’t opposed his orders but had repeatedly insisted on his command.

"The God of War has granted us Beamon valor, but that doesn’t mean we’re lunatics!" Prince Lionheart chuckled: "If it weren’t for the purpose of dealing with the enemy’s elite reserves once and for all, why would I bring the entire ritual team here? Who knew you would beat me to it."

"What are you waiting for? Do it! Didn’t you hear Prince Lionheart’s command?" Liu Zhenhan glanced around at the large group of priests who hadn’t yet come to their senses.

In an instant, the glorious Winter Sleep Halos rose all around.

"Damn, Richard, now I’m really starting to respect you!" Prince Kahn jumped off his Snow Lion, strode forward, and gave Liu Zhenhan a hearty pat on the shoulder.

The surrounding Beamon guards, followers, and Liger princes looked at the chief shaman with newfound awe.

"Why didn’t you come out to persuade him just now? What if Prince Kahn had been injured?" Gortani walked over angrily, pulling Helen and Moer aside to ask.

"His left pocket was filled with duds, only his right pocket contained real ’Moradin’s Fury’," Helen wrinkled her nose and whispered to Gortani.

The swan maiden looked confused.

"I knew from the start the first shot would definitely be a dud!" Helen danced her war dance, puzzled why the intelligent Gortani was so slow today.

"Fool, one day Richard will even trick your belly into growing," Moer waved her staff, casting a Lightning Chain and cursed back fiercely.

"Avril!" Gortani’s pretty face instantly flushed red.

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