Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1157 - 311 Disaster of the Crazy Ants_2

Chapter 1157: Chapter 311 Disaster of the Crazy Ants_2

"Fuck! It’s actually a siege engine invented by the Clan of Pygmy craftsmen!" Liu was shocked as he stared at the clear image of the steam-powered Iron Armor vehicle in the lens, his mouth hanging open in astonishment.

"How is that possible? Let me see!" Moer leaned in incredulously, murmuring in shock, "Gods of war above!"

The mages and priests also looked closely, exchanging bewildered glances, wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

During the era of the Great War between Gods and Demons, both the Clan of Pygmy and the Goblin Clan were known across the Aegean Continent as the Wisdom Race for their research and manufacture of mechanical equipment. Pygmies specialized in steam power, while Goblins excelled in gear-drive mechanisms. They compensated for their racial disadvantages in elemental manipulation with their formidable technological prowess.

Compared to the Goblins, who created a brilliant civilization, most Pygmy work remained theoretical, with few tangible masterpieces. This led to their inability to be mentioned in the same breath as the Goblins. After the War between Gods and Demons began, the characteristically timid Pygmies, unwilling to confront the powerful Demon Clan, fled to other continents in their self-made "Zeppelin Flyers." The Pygmies now living on the Aegean Continent are descendants of those who lacked the means to escape, with no knowledge of mechanical creation passed down.

"These catapulted bladders are filled with blood!" Liu’s Eagle Eye telescope followed the trajectory of the Sac across the sky. The red wave that puffed up from the sandy ground made it clear to him what this was. This was not Beamon Warrior blood but purely the fluid that splattered upon breaking of the bladders.

"Such a long projection distance!" Rovi gripped the bronze lookout device, his face pale as he took a deep breath, "This steam siege engine can project over two thousand five hundred yards! And it’s a double-track projection—two at a time! My Kampas!"

"Why are the catapults and steam siege engine throwing bladders full of blood?" Liu scanned the faces of the surrounding mages and priests, seeking a definite answer, but confusion was written on everyone’s face as well.

"Could it be a religious ritual?" Helen said incredulously, even finding her own suggestion absurd. What army performs a blood-letting ritual before battle? Plasma coagulates; how could they fetch so much blood on a battlefield all at once? How much manpower and resources would need to be prepared in advance?

"Could it be to delay the Wolf Riders? To make them slip in blood?" Master Otigha rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Christ! The rocky desert ground here is all sandy; it probably soaks up blood faster than a sponge! That doesn’t seem likely, does it?"

Not only were the Beamon atop the ancient city wall baffled, so were all the Beamon Warriors of the Expeditionary Army. They weren’t even within range of the catapults yet. Had the Mulanese lost their minds? What kind of idiotic enemy does this?

A thick scent of blood wafted through the westerly winds. The Mulanese catapults and Pygmy siege engines continued unabated, launching at least two thousand bags of plasma. Calculating by each bag weighing a hundred pounds, over one hundred fifty tons of blood rained continuously on the frontlines of the Beamon army, with a small amount landing amidst the Beamon infantry.

The fierce Beamon Warriors no longer concerned themselves with such nonsensical tactics from their foes. Eight thousand Wolf Riders, like a breached dam’s waters, accelerated and accelerated again! The Mulan formation was right before their eyes: scimitars swinging, giant wolves howling, Sharoman priests’ "Battle Cleansing Song" rippling through the bloody battlefield!

The Beamon infantry also began a rapid advance. Absolutely fearless—they knew, in this flat terrain, using catapults to hinder a charge was basically suicide. When the Wolf Riders closed in, these catapults would become stumbling blocks for the Mulan themselves! Clever General Kahn could not pass up such a golden opportunity!

Standing on the ancient city wall, Liu felt an ominous premonition. Why would the Mulanese make idiotic moves? Their military prowess had already been thoroughly demonstrated in the battle at the Transverse Mountain Range!

What was their true intention? Dammit!

"Kahn...pa...ss..." Liu’s Eagle Eye telescope slipped silently from his grasp and shattered into pieces on the hard stone floor of the tower, the magic artifact engraved with "Eagle Eye Technique Formation."

On the horizon, mounds of sand burst open, revealing swarms of writhing red. Quickly they merged into a blood-like sea, no one able to imagine the ferocious speed, nor conceive how terrifying the scene was!

It seemed as if all the sound in the world had vanished, leaving only the "click, click, click" of gnawing and the terrifying echo of the trembling sand.

Ants!

Ants with seahorse heads, enormous compound eyes, and bodies as thick as thumbs!

They were ferocious ants that even the giant Mastiff People couldn’t withstand their biting!

Oh God! The entire wilderness was covered with mound seals... and turned out they were all ant nests!

Liu was so shocked he could barely catch his breath and almost suffocated to death; Guoguo and the little parrot burrowed into his collar, not daring to look any longer.

The Beamon Expeditionary Army’s neatly organized infantry formations fell into chaos in the face of such a horrifying sudden event, facing the overwhelming ant army that surged from the ground, no one could maintain restraint and rationality.

Standing on the city wall of the ancient city ruins, Liu and all the guards, mages, and shamans felt as if they had tumbled into an ice cave at that moment.

The originally sandy yellow ground was gone, replaced by a vast sea of red, with countless ants continuously pouring out from their nests, dying the land an even more vivid, even more reddish-brown, and even more blood-stained red.

In the midst of the plasma-infused earth flung by the Mulanese, the Beamon infantry formations were hopelessly surrounded by the ant army, which was swarming from every direction with their sights set on this bloody ground.

On the city wall, the Beamon people were shaking, almost unable to bear watching any longer as big tears silently fell from each of their eyes, wetting the ground.

It’s over!

The Mulanese had flung hundreds of tons of plasma not for a religious sacrifice or any other purpose! It was just to lure all these bloodthirsty ants from their underground nests, and those Flying Camel Knights who led the Beamon main forces to this rock desert wilderness undoubtedly had premeditated this as well! From start to finish, this was a trap and a deception! The Mulanese step by step led the Beamon Army into the land of death!

The Beamon Expeditionary Army no longer had the possibility of retreating; hoping to cross tens of miles of the sea of ants was undoubtedly a fantasy, and attacking the Mulanese army five miles ahead became the only choice—only that choice would first exact a tremendous toll, to breach five miles of the ant-infested path!

Numerous Wolf Riders, galloping at high speed, were already toppling to the ground, their companions’ pitiful howls and the horrible cries of the giant wolves were enough even for the bravest Wolf, causing his heart to jump with fear as the red swarm of ants in front of him looked like a school of bloodthirsty sharks, continually surging towards the living flesh.

Too dreadful! Any Wolf who fell to the ground was instantly gnawed into a bloody, bare skeleton by this crazed ant army!

"Why? Why?" Liu collapsed, muttering those words like a heartbroken fool.

He couldn’t understand why twenty thousand elite Beamon troops had to face such a battle; he couldn’t understand even more why the Mulanese army’s formation was still as steady as rock, showing not the slightest sign of panic. Could it be that the ant army had made a soul pact with them?

"Helen!" Liu screamed, grabbing his arm, desperately shaking him, "Hurry, save them! Go save our soldiers! Hurry..."

"Save?" Liu gave a miserable smile, how to save them? Even a Super-level Warcraft, facing billions of ants, what could it do? Those tiny creatures, once gathered in huge numbers, could devour everything.

Mastiff Warriors and Seahorse Poets stood like clay statues outside the city.

They were not on guard, but shaking all over. A hundred yards in front of the ancient city ruins was a mound seal, and the red ants, like a giant wave surging from their nests, had already reached less than fifty yards away from the Seahorse Poets and Mastiff Warriors, forming a terrifying encirclement that for some unknown reason were still shunning with their sharp mandibles clenched, not daring to advance.