Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1433 - 414: Death Game

Chapter 1433: Chapter 414: Death Game

His worries were entirely unnecessary.

Dressed as a common Elven Mage, Mourinho, before anyone could react, suddenly crushed a Moonstone at his feet.

Amidst a sharp ripping sound, the snow-white wings on his back unfurled with a "whoosh". As his cloak shredded to pieces, fluttering in the air like butterflies, a pale blue elemental halo spanning around seven to eight hundred square feet was thrown from his hands, perfectly enveloping the Dragon people and the Blood Elf Mages under the moonlight.

"Sky Banning Song!" Liu was shocked as he watched the black figures plummet like dumplings, his eyes and nose nearly crooked in astonishment.

He really hadn’t expected it! Liu almost forgot that Mourinho was a Smey!

The blue sky is the hereditary territory of the Smey Clan; no creature relying on air to fly has the right to cross their airspace!

Apart from the Blood Infant Siro, who managed to roll several times in the sky and suddenly conjured two blood-colored flying rings beneath his feet to arrest his fall, all the other dazed members of the Fallen Tribe plummeted to the ground like ripe cherries poked at by mischievous kids, raining down with a rattling noise.

Crowding together and looking down at the ground was the main cause of the Dragon people’s catastrophe – such a concentrated formation was simply offering live targets to a Smey.

The racial abilities of the Swan Tribe depend on an individual’s gifts, and the area covered by the halo varies from person to person based on their innate talent. The genius Mourinho indeed didn’t disappoint; the area of the Sky Banning halo reached an astounding seven to eight hundred square feet, equal to the coverage area of his battle song!

Now showing his fierce nature without reserve, Mourinho of course would not let the enemy return to their base unscathed. As soon as the Sky Banning halo was deployed, he released another wind blade that cut through a plunging Dragon person and headed straight for Blood Infant Siro!

Guidance comes from the helmsman; the power of an example is infinite. All Mages came to their senses and, following their lord, opened fire on Blood Infant Siro in the sky. If even one survivor escaped today, the entire plan would fail! The Fallen Tribe would definitely have a desperate fight to the death with the Bimon Kingdom!

On one side, dazzling magic, arrows, and rose thorns shot up again towards the sky; on the other side, bodies fell with a splash. At this moment, space once again formed a perfect cycle. It’s just that a Moonstone had been kicked aside, forcing a halt to the Broad Cold Moon Shadow Ritual, and people from the rest of the Aegean Continent couldn’t enjoy this magnificent scene through Xiang Pa!

In comparison to the Blood Infant Siro, who was still struggling in the sky for a chance at life, the Dragon people, Blood Mages, and others were far too unfortunate.

They were first disoriented by the "standing onion" posture of the mighty Hell Black Dragon’s fall, then never dreamt they would plummet from the sky. Their brains already in chaos, succumbed to accidents twice in a row turned utterly scrambled.

As they fell from the high sky, not a single one screamed before their imminent death!

Falling from hundreds of meters is no joke – with the Dragon people’s massive size and robust build, the force of their own weight combined with the height of the fall was equivalent to hefty weights smashing the ground. No matter how soft the wet soil or how dense the wild grass, nothing could cushion such forceful impact!

For a moment, it was as if bags of flour were thrown from high above. The Dragon people, Blood Infants, and Moore Mages hit the ground with successive "puff puff" sounds — these were the sounds of shattered chests and organs. Those who met this fate bled from every orifice and died without a sound; a few unfortunate ones fell headlong into the thick forests, and the cracking sound of snapping branches rang out like firecrackers. Watching coldly from the side, Liu was sure that even if a few lucky ones survived, the number of unbroken bones they’d have upon landing was negligible.

Liu felt chilled — one should not be too arrogant, for it brings upon encounters with evil.

Of course, a Smey Swan person is not destined to slay dragons; even being slain by one would be an honor.

If ten well-trained Phantom Beasts faced off against a Giant Dragon head-on, they would surely win!

But ten Phantom Beasts against one Smey might all be wiped out, for they simply lacked the Giant Dragon’s magical ability to counteract gravity!

This world is really too bloody amazing! Liu felt a sense of wonder.

At this moment, Blood Infant Siro in the sky also felt life’s wonders.

Awoken by a blow from magic, Master Siro swallowed a mouthful of fresh blood and finally snapped out of his daze, rising to fight back!

To anyone sustaining a magic attack and then facing an assault from a Magic Tutor, four High Mages, a Druid, a Sword Saint, a group of Elven Divine Archers, and four Miracle Ancient Trees would also find life surprisingly mystifying, just like Master Siro.

Whose base is this? This is the line-up of Mourinho, the Bimon Kingdom’s number one restorative priest!

Were it not for his strong magic defense and constitution, not for the Blood Magic favoring speed, not for the Blood Infant’s natural Instant Magic, Master Siro would have surely capsized in this dangerous barrage of Magic Sniper!

Mourinho was also finding life intriguing.

He hadn’t expected this Blood Infant’s response and magic release to be so swift! Even after taking a hit from his spell, the creature was still so valiant and combative!

All his best Divine Archers had sacrificed themselves in the ambush of the four Black Dragons. Although the archers beside him were decent, they couldn’t use Wind System Spells to extend their range. With an already barely sufficient range against a high-target, and not using poison arrows, how could they harm this Blood Infant? This creature was hatched from the egg of a high-ranking Magical Beast, a Golanden beet, and Earth Element beasts were known as physical tanks!

The Miracle Ancient Trees were too clumsy. They were adequate against the ordinary infantry, but against such a master, they could only play a role akin to a comic relief. The two Flower Elves didn’t know attack spells; Liv, a priest by training, specialized in healing, not combat. Her Phoenix Wing Crossbow was more decorative than practical for battle.

Therefore, the only truly useful assets at my disposal are myself, my mages, Sword Saints, and Druids.

To prevent the magic fluctuation of the Medusa Badge from alerting the Black Dragon, Mourinho had his daughter take the badge away long ago. If a Fire Phoenix were present, the outcome of the battle would have been one-sided!

How could Mourinho not find life to be fascinating?

What’s more intriguing is that the combat styles chosen by both sides at this moment are coincidentally the same—the fastest magical attacks!

Now that Mourinho has no flying troops, if the Blood Infant Siro escapes, there’s no way to pursue him. Therefore, he must rely on the speed of magic to suppress the Blood Infant, preventing any chance of escape; to attempt fleeing would mean enduring a barrage of rapid magical attacks—after all, no matter how swiftly one flies, it’s not faster than magic!

Master Siro had no less a desire to flee, but he was immediately entangled by the opponents right from the start. Now, it’s good enough if he can dodge within a few dozen yards, let alone escaping the magic firing range of several thousand yards! How could Master Siro find the time to summon powerful magic to blast these annoying foes into pieces without the protection of strong warriors? He had no choice but to grit his teeth and compete in speed!

The battle took on a bizarre and enigmatic cycle!

The Blood Magic spells utilized by Siro were known for their speed, but Mourinho had the advantage of numbers, and each of his followers was skilled in their craft. Siro may have his instantaneous Cocktail Magic, but the Druid’s transformation into an Ice Bear also allowed instant magic. Siro had at his disposal the "Blood Essence Droma"—a Magic Tutor level mana reservoir gifted by his father. Yet, Mourinho’s side had two Flower Elves who could cast the "Spring Wind Brings Rain" magic replenishment spell, and of course, they also had a few Magic Crystals!

In a standoff, both sides maintained a delicate balance of power. Now, the addition of a strong combatant could instantly shift this situation. If no one breaks this barrier, it is down to a contest of magical endurance!

Sweat began to bead on Mourinho’s forehead.

He knew the strength of this Blood Infant—a monster with the added mana of its own body on top of a Magic Tutor’s. Competing in a prolonged battle of magical power consumption, even with the two Flower Elves replenishing mana, wouldn’t be enough—especially after the fight with the Black Dragon, both Flower Elves were running low on mana!

The casting speed of the Blood Infant was too fast; spewing from the mouth, firing from the fingers, and its power was immense. If it weren’t for the infant’s prior injury and Mourinho’s strategy of overwhelming numbers, it would have already slipped away.

The biggest trouble now was that the Diamond Magic Circle had been collected by Master Josecore using the "Lang Star Space Bracelet". This mage of their own commanding level could not afford to be interrupted. If the rhythmic spell casting were to be disrupted, it could allow the Blood Infant to escape. Mourinho didn’t dare take the risk, as the Blood Infant was a supremely enigmatic beast with the ability to fly and burrow!

Richard would have been the perfect candidate to make a definitive move, but who would help him unlock the "Wind Runes Puppet Chains"?

The "Wind Runes Puppet Chains" could only be unlocked by a high-level Wind System Mage! Although Liv is a queen, she comes from a priest background and doesn’t possess such advanced Wind System power!

Myself and the other two Elven Mages can’t afford to make a move now. While suppressing Siro with rapid attacks, we are also dragged into the fast-paced rhythm. No one can afford to pull back now; doing so would destroy the existing balance!

Victory seems within easy reach, yet it feels as unreachable as the ends of the earth. Mourinho was so frustrated he felt like his lungs were about to explode!

Liu is not sure when it began, but he leaned casually against a towering tree, smiling smugly as he watched the two sides battling fiercely. He and two little beasts each had a large cigar clenched in their mouths.

This was coaxed out one by one from his pocket by the little parrots, who then flew to the remaining embers distant in the forest to light them up. Trees in the southern forests are not easily flammable, but a few magic spells from the Black Dragon had left enough fire to light up three cigars.

Under the night sky of Xiang Pa, a robust figure, like a ghost, glides stealthily out, his four pairs of black wings fluttering gently against the air, hovering silently over the Basin Valley. His eyes, deep purple, survey the vast jungle with a fierce gaze.

At the same time, a small figure also slowly stood up inside an ancient silver box.

Enrida was holding her chest with both hands, hugging her knees tightly.

She was laughing, her laughter imbued with the dust of years and the vicissitudes of history, devoid of any remaining naivety.

Old Liu and the two beasts fiercely exhaled smoke from their nostrils in unison.

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Today I have to accompany my wife for a physical examination, and in two months, she’ll be giving birth, heh. The recent slow updates are mainly due to this, and I apologize for that. As long as I have time, I will not drop below two Chapters a day.

Some readers in the review section have mentioned I am dragging the story. I am a bit puzzled by this—whenever I write a segment, I do it with a specific intent, and overall, I haven’t left many loose ends. The Bimon Kingdom war has been previously mentioned, after all.

Let me put it this way, this segment is mainly about the little parrot’s coming of age. Of course, Elise, the Flower Elves, and the freshwater Mermaids will inevitably fall into Old Liu’s hands. As for how to snatch them from the Swan People, I’ll write and you’ll see.

I’ve decided to cut down the length of the upcoming Eastern Continent story. Originally, there were plans to introduce the high ancestor tribe of the Silk Beauties from the "Vomiting Silk Fields" and some other ideas. But on second thought, dragging on is also not good. I will move on to the Five Kingdoms War as quickly as possible, aiming to finish by the end of the year!

The above rambling doesn’t count within a thousand words.

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