Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1167 - 314 Death Road_3

Chapter 1167: Chapter 314 Death Road_3

Prince Kahn was indeed here. The battle-hardened prince had become unraveled due to the thorough defeat, anxiously pacing back and forth on his Greenland Snow Lion. He was neurotically saying something that no one could understand. Around him were a group of priests and staff, all trembling uncontrollably, fear evident on their weather-beaten or youthful faces; even the bravest Rhine warriors and Taige warriors had begun to conduct atonement prayers.

"Will the sacrifice work?" Liu asked fiercely, his nose inches from Master Qi Dan’s face.

The chief priest nodded his head repeatedly, like a pecking chicken.

"Then use it quickly! Idiot! No wonder you’re still only a high priest at five thousand years old!" Liu slapped Master Qi Dan’s face harshly twice.

"Richard, why can’t I use the Space Ring to carry them all?" Moer desperately asked, nestling close to Liu’s ear.

"There’s no way! They can’t calm down! The Space Ring can only carry objects in a basic static state! They’re too nervous!" Liu sighed deeply, grasping Prince Kahn’s shoulders and shoving him forcefully until Prince Lionheart’s eyes revealed a trace of clarity.

"Now listen to me!" Liu said through clenched teeth, staring at His Highness. He reached out and drew Prince Lionheart’s sharp golden greatsword, forcibly placing the hilt in Prince Kahn’s hand and closing his fingers tightly around it.

"Your enemies are right in front of you! Go out there and fight! Go out there and fight! Go out there and fight! Charge towards the ancient city ruins!" Liu pointed toward the backs of the Beamon warriors, nearly spitting blood.

"Ao—" Prince Kahn roared into the sky, tears streaming down his face, swinging the massive sword at the Beamon warriors in front of him. The sharp Viking greatsword swept through them like a scythe through wheat, parting the thick blood mist, while the Greenland Snow Lion let out a deep roar, charging like a cannonball towards the periphery.

Moer didn’t need Liu’s instructions and had already simultaneously bestowed a "Sacrificial Aura" on both the prince and the Beamon warriors closest to him.

"Charge! Charge!" Liu didn’t know what he was waving in his hand—it looked like a Taige tiger’s tail that had been viciously yanked off. Anyway, any moving figure he saw got a lash, splashing out clusters of bright blood.

A huge disturbance began in the ranks of the Beamons. Prince Kahn, who had forged a bloody path through his own warriors, started charging wildly towards the red ant sea. Behind him, thin ranks of cavalry and infantry began to appear, slowly broadening the surge of charging troops as more and more Beamon warriors followed the cavalry array fleeing toward the ruins of the ancient city.

A Medusa priest screamed, trying to follow the footsteps of these soldiers but dashed into the worst possible path and was mercilessly trampled into mud by relentless iron hoofs, unable to let out even a cry of agony.

Above in the sky, Elder Horielle appeared, riding the Zhu Bird, he too was scattering the Sacrificial Aura!

"Good job!" Liu said, relieved, although not sure if this would allow them to break through, at least some were starting to stay calm and regain clarity!

A piercing cold gleam flashed from within the Death Lord Ring. Liu didn’t even need to look to know that his Ring Spirit, Gerein, wouldn’t be summoned again before tomorrow—it was unimaginable that his transcendent ring spirit was so quickly drained of Elemental Power by these ants!

"What are we going to do... what are we going to do..." Master Qi Dan watched the Beamon warriors rushing past him, having sung the Sacrificial War Song three times, always repeating the same musical scale, and now he simply stopped chanting and just trembled continuously, his voice unstable like a candle in the wind.

"I’ll stay with you, we’ll chant the Sacrificial War Song together! If death is inevitable, I’ll accompany you all on the journey!" Liu turned around, fixed his gaze on Master Qi Dan, and swept his eyes over all the priests, "Who knows where the ’Big Dipper Septet Carpet’ is?"

No one knew.

"Ah, it must be fate!" Liu shook his head, knocking each priest unconscious with a punch, then held his breath for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, carried them all into the Space Ring with the Space Ring—priests who had lost their will were no longer considered priests!

Four dazzling figures then appeared in the sky; it was Qian Qian and her uncle, aunt Sophia, and cousin Moji. Their colorful wings, shimmering against the red glow on the ground and the blazing sun in the sky, were spectacularly beautiful.

Only the Pheasant people of the Chekin clan could fly, albeit short distances. These four, descendants of the Hegemonic Singing Family abandoned by the entire kingdom for three hundred years, showed the true bravery and bloodiness that a Beamon should have in this most critical moment!

Qian Qian and Moji didn’t have the ability to chant the "Sacrificial War Song;" all they could do was bestow Stone Skin Auras on the Beamon warriors. Amid the vast tide of ants, their resolve and contribution were nearly insignificant, but they stayed undeterred.

The dark, dense ranks of Jade Air Soldiers also flew over. Liu urgently summoned the Netherworld Fire Skeletons to his side, leaping up into the air, frantically motioning at the Jade Air Soldiers. The Gemini Sky Riders, Skade and Yufrey, vibrating their wings, immediately flew to their boss’s side to receive instructions.