Boiling Beast Bloodline -
Chapter 1496 - 443: Bitterness Ends, Sweetness Begins
Chapter 1496: Chapter 443: Bitterness Ends, Sweetness Begins
A drizzle swept away the heat of the Primitive Ancient Origin, and in the blink of an eye, another week had passed.
Liu Zhenhan looked down from the sky to see the horizon of the wilderness dotted with a vast swath of galloping figures.
The annual summer migration of wild bison and wild horses had finally begun, with countless horned bison and spotted horses overwhelmingly emerging from the arid heart of the wasteland, making a grand noise. They had trekked for miles to drink the sweet and refreshing snowmelt at the Sanggan River, seeking respite from the heat while also proliferating their kind.
These wild bison and wild horses, the Donau Wasteland’s specialties, are of a dwarf breed, none standing taller than half a meter, yet they are well-fed and robust.
The hunting of these dwarf wild horses and bison was an event of similar magnitude. The Feilengcui herders, astride their oddly-matched tall camels, galloped across the wasteland, wielding lassos, slings, and crossbows to bring down one dwarf wild horse and bison after another.
The Feilengcui had large underground cellars made of Ice Beads that could preserve meat for a long time.
In the past, even if the Beamon herders killed many wild bison and horses in the summer, the scorching weather would quickly spoil the meat, and they would still have to face hunger in the winter.
The bustling Red Earth Square was ablaze with activity, with three to four hundred indigenous wasteland bandits carrying bloodied dwarf bison and horses, nodding and bowing as they awaited storage. Two shrewd Fawkes accountants were busy weighing the catch with their assistants.
As the true overlord of the southern Sanggan River wasteland, the Feilengcui turned the entire wilderness into their own backyard garden, through both stick and carrot—resorting to force when needed and offering sweetness now.
The Tide Lord Gerein gathered his enormous meaty wings slowly, descending steadily onto Red Earth Square, followed lightly by the Hydra Xu Dela, whose passage whipped up a windstorm that blew away many of the barbarian bandits’ newly purchased hats.
Elise, who was busy shuffling mahjong tiles in the "pitter-patter" rain, eyed the Tide Lord and Hydra with undisguised envy.
The most formidable method to utilize the Death Overlord’s set of four was mutual devouring, such as having the Ring Spirit devour the Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mage, or vice versa, growing stronger through repeated consumption.
This secret of the Ten-Finger Sword Light was inadvertently revealed by Elise, which prompted the overlord.
After devouring the Netherworld Fire Skeleton Tyrant and the three-headed Black Dragon, Gerein’s whole body swelled monstrously, his bony form sprouting countless rose-like giant bone spurs, and his imposing presence grew with an additional pair of gaping, hole-ridden broad wings, his tail hook flickering a dark red.
And after the Black Dragon Clan leader, the Copper Syenite Overlord, the Blood Infant Siro, and the Winged Magic Cavalry were devoured by Xu Dela, the Hydra’s blue gelatin-like body turned rocky, and it grew legs as thick as stumps, similarly sprouting a pair of ragged giant wings.
The Black Dragon Clan really had its fate; first grafted with magic power, then drained of their vital blood essence, and ultimately devoured by the Ring Spirit—truly, every part was a treasure. The only pity was that Xu Dela could not devour the Copper Syenite Overlord’s twin clam shells and ended up discarding them.
Liu Zhenhan had made a not-so-trivial mistake; he had not kept a single Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mage!
Black Dragons are the pinnacle of fire magic users. If the Black Dragon Clan chief had been kept, as a Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mage, he would have been remarkably formidable. What a waste that he was devoured in one go.
While the exchange made Xu Dela and Gerein comparable in strength to their heyday, as ocean demon beasts on land, they were not playing to their home field advantage. Additionally, with Xu Dela’s new Deathly Cold Magic, no matter how much its power increased, it only had that one trick of a nine-shot burst, which Liu Zhenhan truly lamented.
More regrettably, in the battle at the Sea of Silence, the Feilengcui Lord had exterminated numerous Demon Clan powerhouses, but because of the Forbidden Curse, not even the remnants of bones were left. As for the Super-level Warcraft he killed with his own hands, they had already been meticulously dissected by alchemists and could no longer be transformed into Netherworld Fire Skeleton Mages, which made Liu Zhenhan truly heartbroken.
Otherwise, what kind of undead creatures might Gerein and Xu Dela have become?
Axianu was positively mad with jealousy, yet none of these benefits fell to her, and she had to watch it all happen before her eyes.
"You’re back?" Ning Yu tossed out an East Wind tile while sweetly looking at her man with a smile.
For an entire week, Liu Zhenhan, together with Joan of Arc, set out to the human world to investigate the exact outcome of the battle between Master Puskas and the Demon Clan.
"No result." Liu Zhenhan recounted in detail with a bitter smile all that he had found out during this time.
Through physical investigation and deduction, he roughly figured out the sequence of events in the battle between Master Puskas and the Demon Clan’s vanguard.
Because of the presence of high-level Obsidian Flyers that day, Master Puskas definitely could not have used instantaneous teleportation.
But as a rare tri-elemental Saint Chiao, Master Puskas’s ability to fly was beyond doubt.
Following the trail of battle marks all the way, Liu Zhenhan pieced together that Master Puskas had led these Demon Clan members from Di-Fan-Xi all the way to Mount Huihu in the Pompei region. Presumably, the master hoped to invoke a Forbidden Curse to trigger a volcanic eruption and perish together with these demons.
Considering that the volcanoes of the Mount Huihu range were still intact, it was evident that Master Puskas ultimately failed.
Launching a Forbidden Curse is not something that can be done by just speaking it out, even for a Saint Level Mage, and with opponents being Demon Clan fighters out for blood, how could they provide the Master with an opportunity? With so many supreme experts, just one misstep could decide the outcome of the battle.
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