Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1172 - 316: Escape to Freedom_2

The Chimaera air troops who had captured the queen ant cleverly veered away from the front of the ancient city ruins after confirming there was no further threat. They circled back and forth over the rocky desert, while the other Chimaera air troops, bearing ropes and saddles, flew back to the ancient city ruins with the shamans and warriors.

As dusk deepened, the last strokes of the sunset painted a thick, dark tint across the sky.

Liu followed behind the last group of staggering Beamon warriors, entering a corridor formed by two rows of Difeng Giants holding hands. Twenty-one Difeng Giants, each with flames blazing from their bodies, held back the swarms of ants pushing them far back beyond the safety zone, extending a fiery barrier for another fifty yards. Many Beamon warriors, upon stepping into this safe haven, collapsed, unable to rise again. Feilengcui warriors bustled back and forth, dragging these exhausted warriors back to the ancient city ruins.

The Ant Army still clung together, refusing to leave, their sharp mandibles clicking menacingly, threatening the Beamon warriors within the safe area.

Each Beamon warrior that had just entered the 500-yard safety radius of the ancient city barely caught their breath when suddenly, a strong force pulled and tumbled them to the ground, dragging them across the sand, forming deep grooves. Speed increasing, they screamed as they were pulled against the city wall. Feilengcui warriors quickly rushed to assist, tearing off their Battle Armor and guiding the dazed warriors into the inner city.

Liu’s Netherworld Fire Mage wobbled onto the sandy ground, gazing despondently at the bleak scene before him.

Prince Lionheart stood at the windward side outside the ancient city, leaning on a giant sword planted in the ground, his gaze vacant as he stared at the distant battlefield.

The prince’s expression heartbreakingly revealed a spirit completely shattered by the grim defeat. His Battle Armor and steed were nowhere to be seen, clad only in a thin, gold tunic that bore the patchy stains of blood.

The desolate wind tousled the lion’s golden hair in a wild dance.

"Why did it have to be this way, Richard? Why?" The prince turned, his pale green eyes brimming with unstoppable tears as he gazed somberly at Liu.

"Victory and defeat are common in war..." Liu didn’t know how to comfort the prince, truthfully, he himself needed consoling.

"I never thought... never imagined..." Prince Kahn choked as he stared at his strong hands, then cried out to the sky, "I never dreamed that in this war, the blood on my hands would belong solely to my own soldiers! My god of war, why won’t you open your eyes!"

"War God forgives you, my child!" Suddenly, Liu’s heart felt as though it was choked with emotions as he quietly walked up to Prince Kahn, caressing the prince’s scar-covered arms, "You made a necessary decision in dire circumstances. Because of you, many innocent Beamon warriors were saved! Just a moment’s hesitation and we would have been completely annihilated."

"Your Majesty, save me... save me..." The prince’s body shook violently as he fell to his knees, clutching Liu like a child and bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

"On behalf of the War God, I forgive all your sins!" Liu looked up at the sky, tears quietly sliding down his cheeks. A sacredness, a mission, exploded in his nearly suffocated throat.

Even in a public setting, though the "Spirit Communion Song" could only be sung in Chinese, Liu no longer cared.

The overwhelming power of the song resonated over the ancient city ruins, ending the haunting sighs from the battlefield. This melody, soothing the departed souls, pulled whisper-like sighs from the vastness.

Amid ethereal blessings, figures rose like mist, carrying serene smiles as they vanished into the sky.

Under the lingering glow of sunset, the Shaman of Divine Songs was cloaked in a golden halo so divine it was nearly impossible to gaze upon.

Countless Beamon warriors lay prostrate on the ground, offering the most ancient and exalted homage to the Shaman displaying miracles.

"Your bravery is the pride of my life! Our defeat is but temporary, and we still stand on this sinful land. Our mission, the glory of the War God, still awaits us," Liu slowly turned, facing the towering city walls and the fallen Beamons, indicting each word, "By the bones and blood of warriors, I swear to you, what we have lost, I will personally reclaim from the Mulanese!"

For the first time, the Beamon language seemed so resolute!

Using his own fingernails, Liu dragged a deep, bloody gash from his forehead to his chin!

Drops of blood defiantly fell.

A tattooed and poisoned oath! This was the Beamon’s most malevolent revenge vow, marking an eternal and unforgettable blood feud!

Inside and outside the ancient city ruins, a tremendous roar erupted! The Beamon warriors, with the wildest cries, affirmed their faith in the Shaman’s divinity, also etching blood lines on their own faces with such force they nearly split their faces in two!