Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1384 - 393 A Once-in-a-Thousand-Year Opportunity_2

Chapter 1384: Chapter 393 A Once-in-a-Thousand-Year Opportunity_2

The only thing that remained unchanged were her beautiful, large eyes, still sparkling with vitality.

Liu Zhenhan, Guoguo, and the little parrot collectively ogled her with thievish delight, examining her from head to toe until the battle broke out and snapped their souls back to reality.

The Netherworld Guardians, after all, lived up to their name. Seeing that their attempt at communication had gone unanswered, they continued to advance with their odd, duck-like gait, which instantly ignited the nerves of those Adidasma!

The Netherworld Guardians also possessed formidable intelligence. Even though they were well aware of the great disparity in strength between themselves and the Beamon Giant Beast, the overlord of the Aegean land, their bloodthirsty, impulsive, and irritable nature, along with the pride inherent in the Netherworld creatures, compelled the three "Gate of Bone Tomb" Adidasma in the front line to swing their hundred-inch sickle-like claws. After a sprint that gathered speed, they leaped into the air and plunged their dark, sharp claws into the chests of those western Polantu beasts. Almost at the same instant, clouds of green mist tinged with the stench of blood violently spewed from the mouths of these Netherworld Guardians!

Indeed, worthy of being the Gatekeepers of the Netherworld, the green mist they exhaled contained a strong corrosive power, a trait only possessed by high-ranking Netherworld Fire.

There was a cacophony of sounds, like a cat scratching glass, and the sonic booms of flames coalescing.

Screams, roars, and bellowing.

The attack was ineffective.

Four Polantu beasts, engulfed in green Netherworld Fire, continued to stride forward fearlessly, while the three Netherworld Guardians jumped to the side, flinging their broken claws and emitting pained growls simultaneously.

Under the billowing green fire, the Phantom Base Dragons were evidently speeding up the regeneration of their metallic protective layers.

The undeterred Netherworld Guardians launched three more waves of attacks, all to no avail.

However, these continuous attacks stirred up the wrath of the Feilengcui Phantom Beasts. They retaliated in the same fashion they did when they were Base Dragons, by wildly refreshing the metallic protective layer on the bodies of the Adidasma. The three ferocious-looking Netherworld Guardians instantly froze like golden bronze statues, gleaming under the sunlight.

After a significant pause, these Netherworld Guardians regained their mobility, but with an exceedingly awkward and hideous stance. The overly heavy and overly durable metallic skin made it extremely difficult for these Netherworld creatures to move.

The four western Polantu beasts, with their large rear ends swaying, approached the three Netherworld Guardians, and one of them knocked them to the ground. Their massive feet, armed with two hundred-inch sharp golden claws, inevitably stepped on the broad bodies of these Netherworld Guardians, causing a series of dull, booming noises reminiscent of mischievous children bursting tomatoes.

From the Gate of Bone Tomb, several more Netherworld Guardians sprang out one after another, all staring in shock and caught in a dilemma.

"Who exactly are you?" the Dragon Witch Queen coughed lightly and turned her head, fixing her gaze on the grinning Liu Zhenhan.

"I am the Dragon God’s envoy!" The Feilengcui Lord shamelessly boasted, thumbing at Axianu.

"What’s all this about? How did the Golden Giant Dragons turn into Beamon Giants?" The Dragon Witch Queen Axianu looked at the four western Polantu beasts with a complex expression.

Dragons inherently repudiate Beamon Giants. These terrifying beasts only master one Instant Magic and specialize in physical attacks, unable to soar through the blue skies — the very reason Dragons despise them most. Why should the Polantu be recognized as the undisputed kings of warfare on the Aegean Continent?

The sight Axianu observed of these four beasts appeared in a manner that defied historical legends. Their stature and size filled her mind with adjectives like "ancient," "legendary," and "epic," while their two hundred-inch long, brilliantly shining claws intensified this perception.

"Lowly reptile! Not only am I the Dragon God’s envoy, but I am also the deity of Phoenix Xiagui and the spokesman for the War God Kampas! What are four Polantu compared to that!" If there had been a cow beside Liu Zhenhan at that moment, it would likely have exploded on the spot.

These brazen words also inadvertently exposed his ambition; the Goblin Beast Tamers were confident that they could teach the Base Dragon Phantom Beasts to master four to five different transformations. If they could even learn to transform into phoenixes, dealings with the Elves would no longer be so difficult.

"I’m starting to believe that you might indeed be the Dragon God’s envoy," Axianu sighed deeply: "Although you admitted to being a fake, there’s a chance — in the will of the cosmos, you may actually be the chosen landwalker of Dragon God Haibo! After all, no one has ever seen the Holy Giant Dragon."

"Smart recognition!" Liu Zhenhan chuckled, "In that case, I order you to immediately withdraw the ’Mystic Netherworld Realm’! Also, how much longer will the channel that summons the Netherworld Guardians last? Can you close it now? Do it immediately if you can!"

"Precisely not!" Dragon Witch Queen Axianu sneered contemptuously: "Even if it’s wrong, I’m prepared to see it through to the end! With the disappearance of the Dragon’s Graveyard, I no longer have a reason to exist! If it’s to cling to life as your lackey, I’d rather dissipate in the wind! To close the ’Gate of Bone Tomb’ is simple, satisfy these Netherworld Guardians, and that’s all there is to it. My word alone isn’t enough."

"Axianu, you need to understand one thing first, everything on the Aegean Continent now is all about playing by the rules!" Liu Zhenhan straightened up from the lounge chair, looking at the Dragon Witch Queen with a cold sneer: "Take the Netherworld Guardians, for example, they never used to waste time talking with any opponents. Why? Because they all encountered were endless silent lambs! Facing four Beamon Giants makes a difference. Therefore, I must advise you, you’d better put away that worthless Dragon pride of yours! To ordinary people, that represents the ultimate dignity. To me, your Dragon Clan’s dignity is nothing more than a piece of paper to be wantonly trampled!"