Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1367 - 387: Dragon Envoy_2

Chapter 1367: Chapter 387: Dragon Envoy_2

"Master Von Basten died from choking on a meat pie during lunch," Lampard said. "This news has driven the Aegean Continent mad. The Demon Clan would probably die laughing if they found out!"

Liu Zhenhan was stunned for a while before he could react, ending up in a mix of crying and laughter.

Master Puskas once told Old Liu, "A mountain cannot harbor two tigers unless one is male and the other female." This referred to Master Von Basten of Saint Chiao. Over the years, the relations between the two Saint Chiao Mages have been quite indifferent, possibly due to some underlying friction.

Master Von Basten owned a magic research tower on the coastal region of the Eastern Aegean, where he immersed himself in magic research away from worldly affairs. He is the pioneer of Paladin magic. According to generational seniority, Golinny and Gomes should regard Saint Chiao Mage Von Basten as their grandmaster, as Groso, a Paladin under Mourinho, was his disciple—a detail Liu Zhenhan only recently learned from Nini.

The first time Liu Zhenhan met Mourinho, even the widely knowledgeable Fairy Dragon was astonished by the emerging Paladin magic. In Mulan Kalimantan City, the scripture Imam Manali was deeply shocked by Nini’s "Pulse Melting Point," showcasing the remarkable achievements of Master Von Basten’s research—a groundbreaking magic that is a milestone in the history of the continent!

It was unimaginable that such a great Mage ended up dying from a meat pie, which left Liu Zhenhan lamenting the unpredictable twists of fate.

This also made Old Liu increasingly cautious. Puskas had mentioned that there had never been more than two Saint Chiao Mages simultaneously on the Aegean Continent. Now that both Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo had reached Saint Level, could it be that what Master Puskas predicted about his own untimely demise might soon come to pass?

Despite his wandering thoughts, Liu Zhenhan knew he had pressing matters to attend to. After sending Lampard and two hundred Feilengcui air soldiers on their way, he immediately started preparing to strike at the Dragon’s Tomb in the third layer of the Underworld, Poso Continent.

He didn’t dare tell anyone about this. Each Giant Dragon, in their final moments, travels to the Dragon’s Tomb to await death. This is an immortal tradition of the Dragon Clan. Even though the Hell Black Dragon belongs to the Fallen Tribe, they are still part of the Dragon Clan. If Ruona, Daisy, and the Andulan Elder found out, they would never allow Liu Zhenhan to proceed.

If someone else tried to dig up Beamon’s grave in front of Old Liu, he would be furious. Given the strict traditions of the Dragon Clan, that goes without saying.

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, and Liu Zhenhan was especially good at that.

Since discretion was required, it was best to keep a lower profile. For this expedition to the Dragon’s Tomb, Liu Zhenhan brought only two Hill Kings—Buckley and Bartel—both old natives of the Underworld and good choices for guides. He also prepared to bring Ji Sikaibi, just in case.

After briefly handling some household affairs, Liu Zhenhan set off immediately on the pretext of searching for Sub-dragon Magical Beasts in the Underworld, taking four Phantom Beasts, Base Dragons, with him.

The Underground World remained the same; a barren monotony pregnant with vigorous vitality, which only astute eyes could discern. The journey was long and tedious, yet Liu Zhenhan, immersed in his fantasies, felt it not, with his Space Ring filled with soon-to-be-acquired dragon bones.

The landscape of Poso Continent was utterly unlike the two layers above it. The first layer, Furious Flame Continent, was dark, the second layer, Black Domain Continent was more habitable, but the third layer, Poso Continent, was a world of wildness and power.Б--- Here, filled with a patchwork of fiery lava rivers crisscrossing everywhere, the cooled, dark footholds twisted forward like stiff snakes amid scorching flame streams. Lines of Extinct Volcanoes and active volcanoes stood sharply, resembling ferocious ancient monsters; the atmosphere was entirely dominated by a blazing red glow. Enormous fossil forests covered in flame frost composed of beautiful pine branches, shimmering lava trickles occasionally burst upward from the base of the fossil forests, adding to this grand spectacle.

The four Phantom Beasts, Base Dragons, transformed into Golden Giant Dragons, formed an orderly squadron. Eight straight golden chains dragged a golden-winged chariot through the underground heavens like a shooting star, its huge fleshy wings beating continually, dispersing the smoky fire and fumes everywhere.

Standing on the golden chariot, the Feilengcui Lord, his punk-golden hair wildly dancing in the wind, donned in golden armor and wielding a seven-meter Golden Dragon spear, emanated an aura of violence; the spear’s gilded tip flanked by crescent blades smoothly rolled out a piercing aura of slaughter. Perched on his shoulders, Guoguo and a little parrot also sported golden fur. With this ensemble, even the war god Kampas in person might not match such imposing style.

Ji Sikaibi was particularly excited. Under Tan Lang’s deliberate arrangement, the young girl also dyed her hair golden, dressed in a golden stretch tank top, her face covered by a half-piece of golden veil, revealing her pale, tender shoulders, and the prominent design of a fanged viper tattoo on her arms and shoulders.