Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1484 - 437 Midsummer Night_3

Chapter 1484: Chapter 437 Midsummer Night_3

"Seek her help?" Liu Zhenhan is no longer embarrassed, his head snaps up the moment he hears it has something to do with mental power.

"She is Sif, the Elf with the crown of five flowers! Do you know how powerful a Magic Conductor of her level is? Her ’Elemental Shackles’ have a double amplification effect!" Elder Andulan sighed. "The mental power of the Bronze Snail Pearls, imitating the power of ice and frost, is essentially the same as the mental power of Medusa. If we let Elise link the Bronze Snail Pearls and Medusa with shackles, you should know what I’m getting at, right?"

"You mean... having her connect Medusa and these Bronze Snail Pearls... and then I go finish off Medusa? Take the chance to extract Medusa’s mental power output to me, and at the same time drain the mental power from the Bronze Snail Pearls? What a devious method! Holy crap! Can ’Elemental Shackles’ really connect to inanimate objects? Makes sense... they connect elements, not life force... Truly worthy of a Magic Conductor!" Liu Zhenhan smirked crookedly; if Elise’s "Elemental Shackles" could indeed double the amplification, the mental power obtained would be tremendous! It looked like his solo control aura was going to come through!

It’s just... The slip-up today seems no smaller than the incident with Gortani back in the day... How on earth am I going to approach her...

Outside the window, the sky to the east is showing the first light of dawn, with thin mists of the morning seemingly rippling over the wasteland; Liu Zhenhan sighs mournfully.

"No big deal, she’s the one who needs us anyway! I’ve heard that Flower Elf ladies place great importance on chastity; do you think maybe she would not settle for anyone but you this time?" Old Dragon jokes with his son, picking up the battle sword in the style of Frost’s Sorrow from the ground and flipping it over in his hand.

This sword is imbued with a vigorous ice and frost power, bringing a biting chill to the fore; in just one night, a fine layer of frost ribs has formed on the sharp blade, neatly taking the shape of a dragon, lifelike and ferocious. Set in the hilts, resembling ram heads, are two thumb-sized pieces of emerald jade, exactly where the dragon’s eyes would be, giving onlookers the illusion of being frozen in gaze.

There are several more weapons of various lengths scattered about the ground, and Old Dragon’s eyes sweep over each one, his brows growing tighter the more he looks.

"Dad, is this sword really Frost’s Sorrow?" Daisy asked curiously: "I’ve been watching it secretly for a while now, and I’ve noticed that this sword doesn’t seem like an imitation from our Aegean Continent, but more like the real deal!"

"This sword is not imbued with ice elemental power but with the death chill of necrosis! The two pieces of emerald on the hilt should be ’Soul Jade’, unique to the Demon World, able to increase the power of the death chill through the harvesting of souls. So this sword is not ’Frost’s Sorrow’! Among the Demon Clan, the only ones who would have the privilege to imitate ’Frost’s Sorrow’ were the legendary Fallen Angels, the Four Winged Overlords. If it were a fake, it would be too costly a price to pay!" Nana, the Alchemist, has a discerning eye indeed.

"Indeed, this is one of the swords of the Four Demon Kings, ’Snow Iron Dragon’! It freezes its prey deeply with its powerful death chill, claiming to cut through iron as if it were wind-blown chaff—unmatched in physical slaying strength in the Demon World!" Elder Andulan looked up at Liu Zhenhan with piercing eyes. "Richard, this sword was the end of Medusa’s fascinating life! Don’t think I’m overly suspicious; I want to know if you’ve had a run-in with the Demon Clan tonight?"

"This... This isn’t the ’Wind Runes Shackles’!" Ruona suddenly exclaimed, jumping up to grab a piece of Artifact chain with dissolved elemental power from the ground. The complex elfin symbols on the cloud-edge chains nearly dazed Nana; for an Alchemist, witnessing the magic array of an Artifact firsthand, and then preserving a rubbing of it, could mean that one day she could decode the ultimate secrets and step into the ranks of Artifact Alchemists!

"Three Dreadlords, one six-winged Knight, four Winged Knights, ten Bone Dragon Liches, and over a thousand Demon Clan warriors! All by my hand..." Before Liu Zhenhan could finish his sentence, a tragically desolate warning horn suddenly sounded from outside.

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The biological clock is a bit confused... Writing as much as I can...

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