Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1436 - 415: The Pinnacle of Strength_3

Chapter 1436: Chapter 415: The Pinnacle of Strength_3

"Its Elemental Power is the strongest among you all, even stronger than mine! Since it has taken a fancy to me, how could I pass up such an excellent lifelong companion?"

"Reptiles! Strength is the most reliable thing in this world! Strength ensures that you won’t be imprisoned for ten thousand years, ensures that your freedom won’t be taken from you!"

"Haha...I must say, the expressions of shock on your faces are quite amusing. You will never understand this truth unless you’ve been imprisoned for countless years! This flower, this tree, all the myriad things in the world, everything is but an illusion that blinds your hearts!"

Enrida’s laughter was unrestrained and intense, but the tears welling up at the corners of her eyes were so mournful.

Mourinho felt that this Enrida had become unreasonably obsessed, probably due to the extreme imprisonment she endured that led to her extreme worship of strength.

Master Siro thought this incredibly powerful girl must have a split personality; who could possibly fall for a Frosty Pichu? Though it was the Feilengcui Lord’s Guoguo.

"Which of you will go first? Elect a brave soul to step forward, buy your companions a little more time to live!" Enrida’s eyes were full of mockery: "Starting now, I’ll kill one of you at regular intervals. If you don’t choose, I’ll start with the weakest!"

"You’re free to resist," Enrida added after a thought.

"Isn’t that obvious!" Liu Zhentrembled pointed towards Master Siro in the sky with a pucker of his lips: "I choose this handsome guy who can fly!"

Mourinho was momentarily stunned and then pointed at the Blood Infant soaring in the sky: "I choose him too!"

A sea of arms shot up in unison, pointing at the dazed Blood Infant Siro high above.

Master Siro had been on his guard for a long time, and upon hearing this, he reacted immediately. He opened his mouth and fired a "Blood Crescent Blade" mixed with red and yellow, while plunging towards the ground at the same time.

From the Elemental fluctuations emanating from the naked girl, Master Siro was certain that her power was comparable to that of the old Saint Chiao Mage that had been relentlessly pursuing him.

In fact, Blood Infant Siro’s cultivation was quite high, too. With postnatal cultivation and the advantage of inherent Magic Power, although his title could not be judged by Mage standards, he should at least be comparable to a Fourth-rank Giant Dragon, and his Magic Power endurance far surpassed that of a Fourth-rank Giant Dragon, as he inherited his father Kantona’s "Blood Essence Carrion". The slight regret was that "Blood Essence Carrion" could only stack Magic Power values, not levels.

A Fourth-rank Giant Dragon could contend with a Magic Tutor, but facing a Saint Chiao Mage directly, there would be no suspense. Even a Sixth-rank Giant Dragon might not be a match for a Saint Level Mage!

After a fierce battle and injured beforehand, Master Siro certainly did not fancy his chances to defeat such a powerful opponent tonight! Right now, his only thought was to burrow into the ground and escape with his life using the Earth Escape Technique!

Had Master Siro not overreacted so violently, perhaps he wouldn’t have attracted such misfortune. His flight only forced Enrida to make her move.

Enrida remained motionless, but her pupils suddenly constricted, revealing two fiery black petals burning in her eyes, as she let the Blood Crescent Blade mixed with two types of Elemental Power hit her chest.

Her gaze still fixed on the group of Elves, untouched.

Blood Infant Master Siro drew a blurry green trail in the air, crashing towards the ground at extreme speed, so swift and rapid!

The disparity in strength is precisely the disparity in strength; before Siro could release a second protective spell, a blur appeared before everyone’s eyes, and a swift and unmatched "Blood Crescent Blade" shot from Enrida’s body, striking the green trail plummeting to the ground.

Blood Infant Master Siro let out a pained scream; his small and robust body was like a fish struck by a stick, making a series of high-altitude flips, his blood fanning out like a hot red fan. A blade ring glowing with red and yellow Elemental halos shot diagonally across the sky by his side, flinging a spray of brilliant blood beads.

Before others could even utter exclamations of shock, a dark shadow zipped by, and an Elemental dagger with rollicking black flames followed, stabbing into the shoulder of this Blood Infant Master along with his wing sheath, piercing through them both!

The black flames exploded behind Master Siro like the smile of a demon, bursting open like wings on his back.

Enrida kept her attention on the Elves in front of her, her empty left hand slanted to the side, still maintaining the posture of a thrown dagger.

With a "crack," the fallen Blood Infant Master clasped his throat, his body violently convulsing. In an instant, his rolling eyeballs turned the colour of churning limewater, completely turning to ash gray in a turbulent murk, copious white foam spilling from his mouth, as if he had become a crab thrown into the Desert.

Liu Zhenhan and Mourinho exchanged glances, both spotting deep terror in each other’s eyes.

Mourinho actually considered taking advantage of the chaos to strike, but Enrida’s prowess, like a massive hammer, shattered all his hopes! This Enrida, from beginning to end, never shifted her gaze from the Elves, yet still grievously wounded Master Siro. Such strength was truly formidable to the extreme!

Without the Magic Beast at his side, the Swan High Priest is now akin to self-castration; relying solely on his own incomplete strength to fight a death battle with such an opponent, he truly can’t even muster the capital!