Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1440 - 417: Guests Coming Like Clouds

Chapter 1440: Chapter 417: Guests Coming Like Clouds

"Blood Moon Flying Wheel" is a rare dual-purpose magic, which can also be used as an attack magic on flat ground, and is very cost-effective.

This shows that, even though fallen magic is still fallen magic, it maintains its strengths at high levels!

I don’t know if it’s because of Guoguo’s special flying style, but Liu was reminded irresistibly of Nezha, who, if he were in the Aegean Continent, would definitely be a dragon slayer just like himself.

Everyone marveled together at Guoguo, who was having much fun in the sky, including Sword Saint Henry, who was even carrying the Black Dragon Clan leader back to the Moonstone Array.

Poor Black Dragon Clan leader, maintaining his human shape was truly unfortunate, if he had been in dragon form, no one else could have moved him except Old Liu.

Guoguo even released the Ring Spirit battle servants from the Black Sky Space to admire her own aerial grace; this little creature was clearly just like Old Liu, with an inherent love for showing off.

Axianu turned his face away, pouting continuously, refusing to look at the vain Guoguo, while Gerein and Xu Dela kept nodding and bowing, flitting about energetically around Guoguo, guarding her valiantly.

Only the little parrot, with tears welling up, used its wings to wipe the corners of its eyes, not knowing whether it’s due to the sand in the wind or from no longer being a mount, feeling the sentimental start of a new life—carrying such a chubby Frosty Pichu flying around must really be hard on Mattlazi.

Liu suddenly slapped his forehead, almost forgetting a major thing!

The "Blood Shackles Ring" of Kantona hasn’t been found yet!

Liu’s bad habit of judging others by himself was evident, but even after sniffing around for a long time, he couldn’t find that "Blood Shackles Ring."

The bloody scene made several Elves immediately retch non-stop.

"Strange! Where has the ring gone?" Liu licked his anxious lips, calmed his impatience, and after focusing quietly for a while, he finally detected it through the extremely subtle rhythmic fluctuations of elements on Master Siro’s finger—a precious Blood Relic embedded in a ring!

As the corpse’s finger joints were stiff, Old Liu took the Battle Axe and chopped twice heavily, first the hand then the finger; clutching the severed finger, he wiped off this powerful magic storage.

The Elves, already pale and gasping, vomited both bile and bitterness at this scene again.

"Good stuff!" Liu swallowed hard, surprised at how attractive the "Blood Shackles Ring" was! Without even looking up, he knew there were several envious eyes fixated on the ring.

It was too gorgeous! Not just a magic storage, but simultaneously a work of art!

In the center of the dazzling red pearl was a vast desert deep as the ocean, with clouds, hills, a waning moon, and even cacti and creatures that seemed to crawl!

Such a small space, yet it could also give a sense of limitless sorrow and magnificence—truly invaluable!

When Liu flipped the ring, the desert in the pearl’s center became a sparkling sand rain, falling bit by bit into the lower layers, gradually forming another shape of the desert.

"Next!" Liu suddenly gestured towards Mourinho.

Seeing something flying towards him while sitting down resting, Mourinho caught it with one hand. Upon opening it, he found the ring embedded with the "Blood Shackles Ring."

"This is for you!" Liu said.

"For me?" Mourinho was somewhat in disbelief, stammered for a long time, and couldn’t help asking, "Why? Isn’t this ’Blood Shackles Ring’ rightfully your spoil of war? Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Just based on the purpose of this "Blood Shackles Ring," even a fool would know its value! Richard usually pinches every feather from a passing goose, so how could he be so generous today? Perhaps he has some unreasonable demand to make? Mourinho thought to himself.

"Just for that statement you made, I would give you not just one ring, but ten!"

"Which statement?"

"If someone must die, it should be me first!" Liu laughed heartily.

Mourinho was taken aback momentarily, then chuckled as well.

"More changes can happen, let’s hurry up and deal with the tasks at hand!" Liu pointed his chin at Mourinho, then put his finger to his lips and whistled towards Guoguo in the sky, pointing at the Dragonfolk, Blood Infant, and Mage on the ground, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Guoguo, riding the flying wheel, stylishly did a spin in the air, and immediately took a large group of Ring Spirit servants to dive into the dense forest to search for the survivors of the crash.

"We really need to hurry!" Mourinho got up shakily from the ground, waved his hand, and tossed the "Blood Shackles Ring" to the Flower Elf Elder Cech: "Elder! Here’s a magic storage for you."

Elder Cech was stunned.

He had already learned from the three human friends what this "Blood Shackles Ring" meant, but he never dreamt that such a precious ring would end up in his hands. Standing there dazed, holding the ring tightly, trembling all over, if it weren’t for the Flower Elf priest poking his waist from behind, the elder would have completely lost his composure today.

Seeing the tearful demeanor of the Flower Elf elder, and then looking at the envious and jealous expressions of the human mage, Old Liu couldn’t help but laugh; Swan knew how to win people’s hearts well.