Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1182 - 319: The Difficult Valley Path

Chapter 1182: Chapter 319: The Difficult Valley Path

Starlight and a cold moon, clouds in the sky moved sluggishly, one after another.

Across the vast rock desert, a white fog hung low, half sinking, half settling, with yellow sand swirling about.

The ants that loitered before the ruins of the ancient city met with disaster; during the day they were formidable, sweeping away their foes, but by night, they became mere guinea pigs for slaughter.

With every low roar from Liu Zhenhan, a powerful Blood Magic force swept past like a sandstorm, whipping up great clouds of yellow sand and fog-like mists, shooting chaotically towards the ants outside the safe zone. The whooshing of the air and the "crack crack" sounds of breaking disintegrated into a messy symphony.

If any Mage unaware of the circumstances caught a glimpse of this grand scene, they would certainly mistake it for a Magic Apprentice practicing the "Windstorm Spell."

Before arriving in the Taklamago Desert, Liu Zhenhan had once been quite smug about being a Saint Level axesinger, but after truly entering this strange world and witnessing the devastating defeat of the entire Beamon army, he finally realized how shallow he had been before—what kind of figure did he, a Saint Chiao axesinger, think he was?

Nowadays on the Aegean Continent, the categorization of Magic had reached the most unprecedented and flourishing era in history. Just taking human Mages as an example, aside from the ancient main elements of "air, fire, water, and earth" Magic, it had branched out into Wind Magic, Frost Magic, Undead Magic, Metal Magic, Plant System Magic, Electric Elemental Magic, Spatial Magic, Poison Magic, Summoning Magic, Psychic Magic, Holy Light Magic, Prophetic Magic, and with the addition of the Time Magic invented by Master Einstein, altogether, a grand total of eighteen different schools of Magic!

Within these eighteen schools, many more sub-categories had emerged. For example, Venom Series Magic could be divided into Liquid Corrosion, Gaseous Dispersion, Diffusion Enhancement; Metal Magic also included Alchemy, Mercury Series, Metal Repulsion, and so on; all of this was the result of clever human Mages mimicking and learning from enemies and Magical Beasts, persistently researching generation after generation, slowly growing stronger.

If one also considered the Dark Magic and Blood Magic of the fallen Elves, the shape-shifting Magic of the Druids, the Magnetic Magic of the Mulan Imam, and the yet unseen Light Illusion Magic, the secret Magic of the Dragon Clan, the innate barriers of the Seia Mermaids ...

Which one of these Magics wouldn’t stand out as an unrivaled force?

According to Mourinho, Beamon Sacrificials and Ares Sirens, like Saint Paul priests, all belonged to the singing series of Magic, but why then, amidst today’s sea of ants, could the Bimon War Song not fulfill the role it should have as a Mage’s?

Had today’s battlefield been occupied by two hundred and fifty Mages, not two hundred and fifty Sacrificials, shouldn’t at least a large protective barrier have been erected?

The more Liu Zhenhan thought about it, the more depressed he became!

As a Saint Chiao, not being able to cast any Magic to protect his compatriots made him feel like spewing blood!

But whom could he blame?

Becoming an Altar Sacrificial was already difficult, and to also be skilled in Magic sing-song was even tougher. Across the entire Bimon Kingdom, the ones who had achieved this level were none other but Mourinho, Golinny, and the father and son Gomes!

Moer, although also a double practitioner of Magic and singing, was just like Liu Zhenhan, not relying on her own talent.

Each musical note of the Magic Spells contained all sorts of tricky and awkward secrets. As an outsider Elf, even having mastered Ancient Elvish, what was the use? The notes of Magic were not merely mixed with a single type of Ancient Elvish—top-level Magics were rumored to even involve the language of the gods!

Because of these phonetic notes that could not be conveyed in writing, even the personal notes of Mages could only use homophonic representations for certain special tones, but what good was it to have the Magic notes of epic Mages without a mentor’s direct instruction? What use was fumbling on his own?

Every Magic held a solemnity that could not afford to be tampered with; a single discordant note could lead to a thousand miles of error in casting Magic. With an aptitude like Liu Zhenhan’s, learning martial skills certainly had promising prospects, but endeavoring to learn Magic was less effective than headbutting a block of cheese to death.

He sighed, and Liu Zhenhan listlessly ceased his practice—he wouldn’t train anymore!

After practicing for most of the night, the result was still just kicking up yellow sand, flailing in vain to draw out the power of Blood Magic. It felt like such a feeble effort. Despite feeling an abundance of Magic Power within, he couldn’t perform an attack with the heavyweight impact he desired, leaving him thoroughly disheartened.

It was like being a tall, muscular man who, when throwing a punch, felt as light and fluffy as cotton—it struck a blow to his dignity.

Following a sudden impulse, Liu Zhenhan had to admit that finding new ways to cast Magic on his own seemed a much longer and harder road than he had imagined.

The sea of ants at the horizon was lost in a thick fog, and the "scratch scratch" sound of their legs shifting the sand faintly reached his ears. Liu Zhenhan undid his robe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and plonked down onto the sandy ground.

The closest ant was just a step away from him; the Giant ants had burrowed underground to escape the cold, while a dense swarm of smaller ants stubbornly remained, their countless red, dim eyes shining eerily.