Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1452 - 423: Prehistoric Gigantic Clam

Chapter 1452: Chapter 423: Prehistoric Gigantic Clam

"So it’s a ’crooked one,’" Liu Zhenhan looked up at the sky and smacked his lips. "Crooked one" is a colloquial term from the northeast of the Bimon Kingdom, which refers to shellfish creatures, but it can also be used in cursing someone or in indelicate metaphors.

What emerged from underneath the central mound of the Ten Star Pearl Cold Pool was a clam, a Gigantic Clam.

Looking up from the ground, this Gigantic Clam had completely flipped over the frozen soil plates, standing vertically on the ground, with just its two shells being no less than twenty meters tall, and outrageously wide in scope, essentially like a massive Wind Rock. It’s estimated to weigh at least over a hundred tons.

Moonlight tenderly caressed the ancient, naive rib patterns full of growth rings, casting a mountain of shadows obliquely.

Blown by the cold wind, the Flower Elf priest Gasha slowly regained consciousness, propped herself up with her arms and barely managed to raise her fragile body. Catching sight of the colossal super clam against the moon, breathing air like a hill, and feeling the bone-chilling shock of immense Elemental Tide, her pupils contracted again, and she once more collapsed weakly to the ground.

Elder Cech’s face was expressionless.

Facing such high-frequency encounters with existences that one could only look up to would make anyone’s nerves numb.

Liu Zhenhan pursed his lips, his gaze flitting about.

He actually couldn’t precisely measure the strength of this Gigantic Clam! This was like seeing a ghost!

The strength of this Gigantic Clam’s Elemental Fluctuation could absolutely match that of Magic Tutor Stefano, but strangely, its elemental vibration was exceptionally chaotic! Terrifyingly chaotic!

If this situation had happened to someone suffering from elemental backlash, it wouldn’t be at all surprising. But this Gigantic Clam showed not the slightest abnormal reaction!

Such existences, which overturned the principles of magic, couldn’t help but make one’s heart tremble with fear.

Liu Zhenhan felt a little skittish.

According to his current understanding of magic, magic of a certain powerful level, such as that used by a Magic Tutor or Saint Chiao, actually had no significant difference--------------whether it’s a 5.56mm bullet from Mech or a 7.62mm bullet from Su, both could easily end a living life instantly; the same logic pretty much applied to Magic Tutor and Saint Level.

To distinguish where exactly Saint Chiao was stronger than a Magic Tutor, would be as pointless as insisting on differentiating whether Qi Baishi’s paintings are superior to Xu Beihong’s; from a killing perspective, there’s not much difference between a Magic Tutor and Saint Level, and in the natural world, only a fifth-order Giant Dragon could match the strength of a Magic Tutor.

Considering that this Gigantic Clam was content in the midst of such bizarre, chaotic, and strong Elemental Fluctuations, it might have surpassed the prowess of a Magic Tutor!

This inevitably made Liu Zhenhan feel a bit of emotion--------------was tonight’s encounter a bit too absurd? Why did everyone who popped up have to be so extraordinary? How many waves had there been already?

"Enrida! Who was it that sealed you in the first place?" Liu Zhenhan looked up at the Gigantic Clam puffing at the moon and suddenly remembered a question. Liu Zhenhan had helped Enrida properly fix her dislocated jaw and limbs after slapping her and then offering a candy.

"I’m sorry... I can’t say..." Enrida stammered with an appearance of having unspeakable secrets.

"Could it really be the moon goddess Eruni?" Liu Zhenhan looked at Enrida with a mix of laughter and tears.

"How could that be possible." Enrida scoffed at the idea.

"Then how have you survived all these years?" Liu Zhenhan wondered: "Without eating or drinking, how have you not starved to death?"

"My physique is ’return from old to be young’; every two thousand years is a cycle, from old to young, and then young to old, sustaining myself on inherent vitality, not needing any nutrients or aid from the outside world!" Enrida moved her arms, her reply revealing the secret as to why she wasn’t affected by the "Seven-Day Drunk."

"So that means, you are an Immortal Body?" The Flower Elf elder stuck out her tongue, as the Gigantic Clam in the distance was moving its body, causing the ground to screech painfully from friction, with earth moaning as it turned over.

"After ten cycles, I am no longer immortal." Enrida looked at Elder Cech as if he were an idiot: "If you mean that after death, I could transform into a form of undead, then indeed, I could be considered to have an Immortal Body."

"Enrida, I’d like to ask you another question!" Liu Zhenhan frowned as he stared at the clam: "In your era, have you ever heard of the four Magical Beasts sealed by the Holy Giant Dragon?"

"I haven’t heard of it; I was sealed soon after I arrived at Aegean!"

"Then why didn’t the hero who sealed you just kill you back then? Was he afraid you’d turn into an undead and harm the world?" Liu Zhenhan glanced curiously at Enrida: "It doesn’t make sense! If he could trap you, he naturally could utterly destroy you! Undead are not much to worry about!"

"Please forgive my candid response, you’re still a bit green!" Enrida gave a miserable smile: "To be imprisoned with no hope of ever emerging, forcibly deprived of all the most wonderful times of life, that is the harshest punishment! Compared to such the most painful, cruel, and inhumane punishment, what is the annihilation of body and soul?"

"What? What?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes: "What did you just call me?"

"Godfather, ah!" Enrida looked strangely at Old Liu: "With your spouse Frosty Pichu able to self-taught and succeed under your guidance, it’s easy to imagine how formidable you are, Godfather!"