Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1227 - 334 The Very Bull Buddha Giant_2

Chapter 1227: Chapter 334 The Very Bull Buddha Giant_2

You can imagine how terrifying a Bimon Army with intermediate magic immunity is!

There are only a limited number of mages in any country above the intermediate guild level, and once Bimon warriors go berserk, they inherently possess considerable magic resistance abilities. If coupled with the Divine Song aura, the only way to eliminate the Bimon Army would be using the strategy of overwhelming numbers—of course, assassinating Liu Zhenhan could also cause the Divine Song aura to disappear. Liu Zhenhan himself was prepared for assassination.

Even so, Liu Zhenhan still had no confidence in his ability to withstand Rommel, because just thinking about Rommel’s boss made his hair stand on end.

Suddenly, a chilling wind whipped through with no discernible source, making even Liu Zhenhan, accustomed to bloodshed, shiver uncontrollably and look around nervously, feeling a bit hairy under his arms. The old rascal carefully sensed the atmosphere, finding this underground prison truly eerie, filled with a rotting and stale bloody smell, and footsteps echoed as if they were the knocking of a ghost. Guoguo and the parrot had already tucked themselves into his tower-shaped crown.

"This place isn’t really haunted, is it?" Liu Zhenhan looked around and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"When have I ever lied to you? This Bartheby Prison indeed has restless spirits, as too many people died here back in the day," Rommel chuckled and told Liu Zhenhan, "You need not fear, the spirits here absolutely do not dare to approach someone with as heavy a murderous aura as yours."

"Stop it! You’re making my skin crawl! Why did you pick such a rotten place for me?" Liu Zhenhan asked inexplicably, "Spirits scared of me? They’re undead; what is there to fear? Are they afraid of dying again?"

"Fear of death is a natural instinct, and although spirits are undead, that cowardly nature in the instinct cannot be erased. It’s like how women fear cockroaches and mice! In this world, there are very few who are truly fearless." Rommel stopped by a large iron gate. He signaled the guards to unlock the massive lock and open the gate.

"If none were afraid of death, what would be the point of us striving for anything!" Liu Zhenhan hadn’t finished speaking when "clack," the lock was opened.

"I specifically arranged for you to be here because the nobles who enjoy spectacles would never dare to come to Bartheby Prison. I couldn’t be at ease if you were placed anywhere else! Now no one will disturb you here. In a few hours, when it’s almost dark, I will take you out for a walk." Rommel handed two beast-skin blankets and a black cloak into Liu Zhenhan’s arms.

"Clang!"

The cell door was securely closed.

"Bring a lamp! It’s pitch black in here; isn’t this too much!" Liu Zhenhan yelled, "No torture of prisoners allowed!"

A gourd-shaped steam oil lamp was hung on the cell gate, clearly a dwarf’s creation. A Desert Elf glared fiercely at Liu Zhenhan and pulled off the nozzle cap. The steam jets erupted like the stink of a weasel, and suddenly, the asbestos-like bulb emitted a bright incandescent light, making the old rogue squint and raise his hand; recuperating from the shock, just as he was about to curse, he saw from afar, through the hollow bars, Rommel and a group of guards ascend the steps, winding out of the underground prison, "clang," the thick iron door was closed, followed by the sound of keys turning.

Liu Zhenhan was speechless, turning to look around his cell, which contained nothing but three bare lines of bars and a stone wall behind, yet the space was large enough for twenty Liu Zhenhans.

In a corner, several large, pitch-black rats sniffed around, looking like starving thieves. Guoguo hopped down and battered them, leaving the rats scrambling in disarray. Just as Liu Zhenhan bent down to spread out the beast-skin blankets, behind him, the steam lamp sputtered violently, flickering dim and bright. Turning around, he saw a hoary old rat swaggering around, sipping stolen lamp oil.

"You little thief!" Amid the parrot’s loud curses, Liu Zhenhan enveloped the rat with his Blood Magic, didn’t even glance at it, and hurled it against the stone wall, smashing it into a pulpy mess.

"Sin, oh sin!" A thunderous voice echoed through the enclosed space.

Liu Zhenhan blinked his innocent eyes and stiffened into a large shrimp-shaped figure as he lay down, scanning the iron bars to his front, left, and right. The design of these metal cages ensured that when one prisoner was tortured, all could see, creating mental pressure. However, it was exactly this type of bar-by-bar design that allowed prisoners to see their neighbors. Liu Zhenhan now saw pairs of large, luminous eyes staring at him.

After the oil-stealing rat was killed, the steam lamp "pfft-pfft" burst into flares of light, regaining its brightness. These captured Desert Giants, now revealed in Liu Zhenhan’s presence, showed their true Tamerlarya faces.

Liu Zhenhan had seen his fair share of giants, from the Cyclops he had killed during mob suppression to defeating a Salt Frost Giant in the Underground World. With shared hatred and side-by-side battles, he had also rallied the Difeng Giants, gaining some understanding of this great race. Yet, the two types of Desert Giants before him still took him by surprise—their appearances were just too strange!