Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1491 - 441: The Bloody Counterattack Plan (Part 1)

Chapter 1491: Chapter 441: The Bloody Counterattack Plan (Part 1)

After calming his shaken emotions somewhat, Liu informed the esteemed Pope Nie of the shocking news that the Sea Clan would launch a massive invasion of the Aegean Continent come next spring when the flowers bloom.

The representative of human divine power, the king above all kings, fell into a prolonged silence.

The original well-maintained visage of Pope Paul II rapidly aged.

However, Pope Paul II didn’t panic.

When things can’t possibly get any worse, everyone can quickly regain their composure-------------Since there’s nowhere to run, why not fight back with all we have?

This is the so-called resilience in human nature, a trait shared by everyone.

In reality, both Liu and Pope Paul II are not much different from ordinary people; it can only be said that their insights and worldviews are much broader than most. But when their capacity to endure is also exceeded, they will return to the ordinary, and ordinary people also have their moments of brilliance!

Pope Paul II of Saint Paul Church is unfortunate.

In the human world, he is a real king without a crown. There isn’t a country or individual in the Aegean Continent who dares to desecrate him without facing punishment. However, against a more formidable Demon Clan, such dignity and sanctity become worthless.

In this world, everyone is playing by the rules.

For the human Pope and Liu, despite the vastness of Aegean, it is nothing more than a herd of silent and kind sheep.

When a pack of wolves suddenly enters this game, the rules remain the same, what changes is that someone is about to become the new sheep.

Pope Paul II of Saint Paul Church is also lucky.

Because he and Liu are in the same boat.

The power demonstrated by Feilengcui, even the human Pope couldn’t help but be grateful for the timely title of Saint Lord Protector!

Apart from a miracle, Paul II really can’t find any other noun to describe his own luck.

"In any case, we must fight to the death! I will call upon all devout believers to take up arms and defend our homeland! I will summon all kings to lead their Knights in forming a formidable allied force!" Pope Paul II’s words were impassioned, but they all sounded a bit like those of a gambler who’s lost his senses and is ready to cut his fingers in an attempt to turn his luck around.

"Before that, I hope Your Eminence can provide me with some Gold Coins! Because I need to arm all the sons of thunder!" Liu knew that the Holy Vatican was wealthy; during the past Holy Wars, they once called upon believers to donate jewelry amounting to tens of millions of Gold Coins.

"You are also one of our own from Saint Paul Church, no problem at all! I grant you that unconditionally! The Church still has some family assets after all!" Pope Nie had already heard from Saint Lord Protector the full extent of the situation. Although the Demon Clan’s first landing spot was the Donau Wasteland, it wasn’t difficult to hold the strategic narrow pass of Dorott from the human world’s perspective; but the army of the Sea Clan far exceeds the Demon Clan, a vast force that would surely encircle and attack the Aegean Continent from all sides. By that time, the Bimon Kingdom would also need to restrain the Demon Clan’s army, preventing the human states from falling into the awkward predicament of being attacked by both the Sea Clan and the Demon Clan.

But the Pope also knew it would be very difficult!

The Bimon Kingdom only has a population of six million; even with a high conscription ratio of one in ten, the country can only muster an army of six hundred thousand, which is less than one-tenth of the Demon Clan!

But war is not just about soldiers; logistics are even more crucial!

The poor Bimon, if it were not for Dorott’s narrow pass also being their natural barrier, would have been wiped out by humans long ago, let alone being involved with the Demon Clan and the Sea Clan.

The vast bamboo forest in the Green-Tailed Forest suddenly trembled with piercing whistling sounds as a hurricane swept through.

Dragon Knight Lampard, with a mighty group of Summer Palace aerial troops, landed majestically on Red Earth Square.

Lampard was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his handsome face was covered in rage as he violently swung the blood-drenched dragon lance in his hand.

Nearly eight hundred Summer Palace aerial troops went to pursue the remnants of the Demon Clan, but in the end, they captured only about thirty Obsidian Flyers and Gargoyles, embarrassing for both Lampard and his subordinates.

The damn Four-Winged Magic Cavalry knight activated an Instant Teleport Arcane scroll, escaping in the blink of an eye, even taking along about seven or eight Demon Clan grunts. There was no question that their magic coordinates were set in the Tevian Holy Vatican, the distance was just too vast, even if Dragon Knights pursued, they wouldn’t make it!

After all, the Summer Palace guards were hiding within the "Abyssal Projection," a magic shielding barrier, and launched a sudden close-range assault completely unexpectedly by the enemy!

The fact that there were still fish that slipped through the net truly damaged the self-esteem of a Dragon Knight!

Furthermore, this was their very first battle since taking office!

"The Abyssal Dragon Lance Phantom Beast Knight Corps" actually stumbled in their first engagement!

Dragon Knight Frank Lampard did not know whether his boss would still approve the name of his knight corps!

After exchanging courtesies with Pope Nie, Lampard immediately complained to his boss-----------It’s all little parrot Mattlazi’s fault, its sudden strike and huge size disrupted the Phantom Beast flyers’ rhythm, also causing the Demon Clan army to lose their will to fight suddenly!

You should know that the Demon Clan generally does not run away unless utterly desperate, and the little creature undoubtedly achieved this!

"What’s more hateful is that the little creature only fought halfheartedly and then cleared a path for itself. If it had continued its slaughter, or tangled with that Four-Winged Magic Cavalry, I would not blame it! But with its escape, we are left high and dry, only killing a few hundred grunts!" Lampard’s cheeks puffed up with anger, like an infuriated toad.