Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1166 - 314: Road of Death_2

Chapter 1166: Chapter 314: Road of Death_2

The Beamon infantry phalanx’s situation had become as bad as it could be. The Ant Army swarmed like a flood overrunning a creek, toppling the strong bodies of the Beamon warriors en masse. The original large and orderly infantry formation had been fragmented into about a dozen spherical defensive stands; among these, four were relatively large. However, even the largest defense stood small and pitiful within the tens of miles of the endless Ant Swarm across the rocky desert.

Each infantry formation was shrinking rapidly at every moment, the brave Beamon warriors unable to stop the terrifying ants from their frenzied biting, even with their mighty strength.

At every moment, Shamans were casting life magic, striking the surging endless ant swarm with chain lightning, utilizing their precious lives to give the comrades beside them one last sliver of hope.

Desperate cries of despair, unwillingness, and angry roars rang out nonstop, leaving desolation on the horizon, their fallen silhouettes telling the world a story of tragic grandeur.

Pools of blood gave the red ants a sinister reflective sheen; after the ant tide passed, not even the iron armor would remain, just the bare white skeletal remains still stuck in their last desperate postures.

Any Beamon with a conscience, upon seeing this scene, would hear the sound of their own heart breaking.

Liu Zhenhan heard it. His own heart felt as if it were being viciously hammered by a heavy warhammer, intensifying his stubbornness. Liu Zhenhan had never been one to wait for destruction.

A massive battle song rose up!

Under this despairing sky, Liu Zhenhan sang out "Trouble Brought by Xiang Pa," a sacrificial halo with dazzling light enveloped the Beamon warriors nearest to the ant swarm who were on the verge of being overwhelmed; the cyan flame of the ritual altar, though it could only cover four hundred square meters, in that moment, made even the crazed, bloodthirsty ant swarm slightly hesitate!

Flames that would cause pain to a giant dragon, how could the ants not be afraid?

There was both joy and sorrow, as due to excessive crowding, many Beamon warriors who had not been blessed with the sacrificial halo were scorched by the fire of the ritual altar rising from their comrades, issuing hysterical screams of agony!

"Charge forward! Charge towards the ancient city!" Liu Zhenhan’s throat-burning roar was utterly drowned out by the chaotic noise of the battlefield, becoming indistinct even to himself.

At this time, what was needed was someone to lead the already near-psychotic Beamon warriors forward, a brave leader to stand up! To await death was to be certainly doomed; only clearing a path with flesh and blood offered the last hope.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Zhenhan spurred Gerein, spreading the Ice Wind Wings and diving toward the ground’s largest infantry formation.

This infantry formation, to which Liu Zhenhan had applied the sacrificial halo, was winning a brief respite. In the face of the soul-burning fire of the ritual altar, apart from the ants that were also blessed with the sacrificial halo, the surging ant swarm began to slowly retreat. The overcrowding created stacks of ants that swiftly built up into a red hill, continuously growing in a crawling motion—nauseating to behold.

"Motherfucker! Stop fighting!" Before Gerein touched the ground, Liu Zhenhan leaped from its back, charging into the crowd of completely crazed Beamon warriors, slapping everyone he encountered, screaming frantically.

The magic shield burning from the ritual fire sparked with "sizzling" noises all around him, but nobody listened to him. An individual’s power in such a situation was far too insignificant, akin to dropping a tiny pebble into a vast sea of sand.

It would all truly be over if things continued this way—Sacrificial Fire only had a five-minute cooldown!

Grinding his teeth and with tears in his eyes, Liu Zhenhan forcibly made a human alleyway; by then, he no longer cared about the severity of blows—anyone struck by his fists or kicks, no matter how strong the Beamon warrior, was sent flying.

The external ranged attackers and the yak Heavy Cavalry had almost been devoured by the ant swarm, and he soon charged into the inner circle. Liu Zhenhan’s heart was being slowly torn apart by an invisible pair of hands, weeping blood in mournful groans.

For this battle, the Royal Guard had dispatched three Archer brigades, the Dragon Horn had sent a Hauss brigade, plus a thousand porcupine javelin throwers, and a thousand reserve yak Heavy Cavalry. The flanks on both sides were three thousand strong. It was astounding how, after being divided, they were gnawed down to a mere thin layer by the ants in an instant!

"Quick, charge! Towards the direction of the ancient city ruins!" Liu Zhenhan leaped up to grab the neck of a yak Heavy Cavalry and shouted furiously. The burly Bull Cavalry, breathing heavily through his nose, puffing white breaths, his muscles and gaze as rigid as each other, his hands shaking violently while holding the Battle Axe, clearly exhibiting the typical symptoms of semi-Berserk.

"Do you hear what I’m saying? Do you?" Liu Zhenhan, swinging with both arms, fiercely slapped the yak Heavy Cavalry four times, leaving the burly Bull with a blood-filled mouth. The Bull Cavalry looked fixedly at the now twisted face of the Shaman of Divine Songs, in a daze.

"Richard! Over here! This way!" Moer appeared less than twenty yards away in the air, frantically waving at Liu Zhenhan.

Liu Zhenhan couldn’t actually make out what Moer was saying, but seeing her waving gesture, he instantly understood that Moer must have found Prince Kahn. Facing the tightly-packed crowd, Liu Zhenhan finally remembered the "Roar of Rage Skull Necklace" he carried and its magic teleportation feature "Contracted to Inch." His figure flashed, and he appeared next to where Moer was.