Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1119 - 296 Lonely

Chapter 1119: Chapter 296 Lonely

"Valenbuer Bat People!" Liu was so furious that he trembled all over. Just now, that Undead Mage turned out to be a major traitor of the Beamon, a bat person hybrid!

Like all the Bode Clan, the bat people were known for their speed. Whether it was the Valenbuer’s aerial cavalry or Gerein, wielding his Ice Wind Wings, neither could catch up with such a creature! If Yi Tiao were here, this guy would definitely not escape, but Yi Tiao was not here at all!

Liu was almost driven mad with anger; he truly didn’t expect to capsize in the gutter!

The Valenbuer are now all hybrids, crossbred with humans. Their flesh wings behind are curled up, making it very hard to distinguish their appearance. And just now, those twelve bat people who darted off in different directions used the Valenbuer racial ability—"Ultrasonic Illusion"! Having up to twelve illusions indicates that this guy is already a twenty-eight star Valenbuer!

Qian Qian’s crying pulled Liu back from the overwhelming hatred and rage into reality.

The little nun Joan of Arc took an arrow to her abdomen and slumped to the ground, her beautiful face pale, her lovely long hair spread out like a mat. Because she went swimming today, she hadn’t brought either "Watcher’s Horn" or "Death Overlord Shield," and just now that crossbow bolt hit her with its remaining force.

"Monk! Monk!" Fat Luo’s tearful voice echoed through the entire oasis.

"Richard! No... Oh... No..." Gortani stumbled and rushed over, falling down in front of Liu, her beautiful eyes suddenly moist with tears.

"Damn it!" Liu gritted his teeth and furiously pulled out the crossbow bolts stuck in the shoulder socket and abdominal muscle, blood spurting out like a fountain.

His strong and powerful muscles did not let the seven-inch bolt penetrate completely, but the intense pain of pulling it out still put him through a lot of suffering—much more than when he used to pretend to stab himself with a dull blade to show off to Mourinho.

The seven-inch bolts were made entirely of refined steel, with sharp, triangular arrowheads and mysterious magic talismans inscribed on the shaft.

They were Annihilation Arrows!

These were specifically designed to break through magic shields! He finally understood why even with so many magic shields, he still got hit by an arrow! These were Annihilation crossbow bolts that even Yi Tiao had trouble with! However, the two bolts did not show the reflective sheen of toxin; they seemed not to be smeared with the Human-faced Spider’s dizzying poison.

Having overcome countless storms and life-and-death challenges, Liu never expected to nearly fall to such a decrepit thing with a range of only fifty yards. If not for blocking in time, if the bolt that hit his shoulder socket had been a bit higher, it might have been a fatal shot through the throat!

All the high-ranking bodyguards trembled as they watched their boss, shame and guilt gripping their hearts tightly.

Why were they distracted by a Death Overlord’s equipment and overlooked the Undead Mage that they should have been monitoring at all times?

Mages can use weapons too! Why didn’t they notice his subtle movements on the ground?

Why didn’t they rush him sooner instead of letting the Beamon traitor slip away?

As palace guards, the brave Beamon bodyguards were almost ashamed enough to commit suicide, feeling helpless and regretful for the first time in their lives, their guilt overwhelming and grinding at their hearts, nearly exploding!

Blood dripped continuously; Gortani, who had fallen to the ground, had forgotten to cry. The pain on her face gradually turned to panic and confusion, and despair—as from her angle, she could clearly see Liu’s gruesomely wounded flesh.

Liu pushed the mantis monk who came to help and said, pointing at the little nun Joan of Arc on the ground, "Heal her first! I’m fine!"

"Richard... it’s my fault... I shouldn’t have called you... I distracted you..." Gortani threw herself at him as if mad. By this point, the swan beauty didn’t care about being embarrassed anymore, and Gortani’s heart seemed to shatter.

"How could I blame you?" Liu managed a weak smile, tenderly stroking the swan beauty’s platinum hair, "Even if I died, I couldn’t blame you. Quickly let go, this gesture is too unseemly."

"I won’t!" Gortani’s hands trembled, her voice quivering intensely, yet there was an indescribable firmness, as if a child was protecting a beloved toy.

Fat Luo’s eyes were wide open, involuntarily shuddering!

"Let go, I’m alright." Liu collapsed to the ground, pulling Gortani into his arms and holding her tightly.

The swarm of Beamon warriors who had rushed over all stood around dumbfounded, none daring to speak. Golinny and Gomes watched, mouths agape, disbelieving everything that was unfolding before them.

"Marry me, Nini." Liu held up Gortani’s beautiful face and wiped away her glistening tears.

Gortani hugged Liu’s neck tightly, nodding desperately, but her sobs intensified even more.

Her holy and beautiful crying moved even the War God himself.

"Sister..." Golinny reached out her finger, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she couldn’t find her voice.

"How is Joan of Arc? Is she alright?" Richard, cradling the swan beauty in his arms, turned to ask Monk Owen, while several Green Party monks were busily reciting blood-stopping prayers and blood-transfusing spells for the little nun.

"She’s fine! The crossbow bolt didn’t hit any vital spots; it’s not a big problem," Owen said without looking up. "With some nourishment, she shouldn’t face too many issues."

"That’s good to hear," Richard said as he rose to his feet. His body, having been tempered by Fei Wenli’s python bile, was no longer bleeding. If he wore the Beryl Dragon Pearl, he would recover even faster.

"Damn it! I’m going to slaughter all these Mulanese!" Fat Luo yanked out his long knife and was about to hack at the Desert Dwarfs, whose bones had been broken but who had not died, when the boss said he wanted the dwarfs nailed to crosses. But Fat Luo clearly couldn’t wait.

"Stop! Rodman, we need to keep these dwarfs alive to question them about enemy movements!" Richard hurriedly intervened to stop his fiercely loyal guard.

"But..." Rodman stamped his feet in frustration, stabbed his knife into the ground, squatted down, grabbed his hair and, like a child, started crying out loud.

"Look at you! The Overlord is getting married tonight! No one is allowed to cry!" Richard kicked Fat Luo. "Get up! We’ve taken a fall this time; we’ll get back at them next time, right?"

"Today?" Gortani raised her tearful eyes, timidly and softly asked, "Richard... I... I’m not ready..."

"Little fool, it’s just in name only," Richard said tenderly, looking into the eyes of the delicate beauty in his arms. He gently tweaked her nose. "Say yes to me, I’m begging you."

Gortani buried her face deeply into Richard’s embrace, no longer daring to look at the people around her—this was the utmost expression of modesty she could muster.

"Your Majesty... this... this is not proper... I must... I must consult my father..." Gomes was pushed out by his older sister, started to stammer, planning to say more, but was immediately carried off by several burly Antelope Warriors.

"You little brat! Another word and I’ll slap you to death!" The robust Anthelope Warrior Duncan glared at the little swan with bulging bovine eyes. Several followers who wanted to protect their lord were rudely shoved aside by the Anthelope warriors. With eyes red with bloodlust and bodies radiating a desire for battle, no one dared to test their patience at that moment.

"Lily, take your sister and hurry to get dressed!" Richard picked Gortani up by the waist and handed her over to Golinny. Gortani, with a flushed face, quickly jumped down to the ground, embraced her sister, and ran away shyly.

"Boss..." Xiao Cui came up to support Richard with concern.

"See that? That’s technique. You capture a woman’s heart in her moment of vulnerability. Miss this opportunity, and there won’t be another. Learn from this," Richard boasted to himself.

He had been fine until he touched the wound, which made him inhale sharply with pain.

He looked at his hand and saw it covered in alarming bloodstains.

"Boss—" Xiao Cui chided gently and unwrapped his cloak to drape it around Richard.

"Getting married today? What if Mourinho changes his mind in the future?" Nedved said with deep skepticism, glancing at his boss.

"Damn it! I’ll just cut him down!" the little Giant Iverson said.

"Boss, pardon me for speaking out of turn, but even if you and Miss Gortani get married now, given Mourinho’s temperament..." Nedved shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes at the little giant, then looked back at his boss.

"Who said that?" Richard became angry, struggling with the sensation of his scalp exploding as he scrutinized himself back and forth.

A few heads huddled together, issuing a continuous stream of amazement. More heads lurched forward, eager to join, but Richard quickly rewrapped his cloak and glared around.

The little giant Iverson, being too short, was kicked by Richard and tumbled across the floor.

The little parrot, arriving out of nowhere, flew around singing in a strange, affected voice, "Missing my arm for a pillow—are you not used to it yet?"

Guoguo, holding her belly, stood on the floor laughing heartlessly and unabashedly.

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