Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1507 - 488 Death

Chapter 1507: Chapter 488 Death

The slender silver flames that burn the soul will keep burning eternally as long as the recipient’s life does not end!

"Soul Flame" is not like "Sacrificial Fire"; it does not constantly scorch the recipient’s soul, causing great agony.

This magic is a lifelong enhanced version of the illumination spell, ensuring that the soul flame remains the most conspicuous beacon no matter how dark the surroundings.

Until someone stronger than Xiao Bei, the Fire Mage, comes along to break the spell, Rommel can forget about using the Invisibility Technique ever again; instead, he’s gotten a free lantern!

But in this world, in front of Xiao Bei, who effortlessly acquired a fifth-order Giant Dragon, three main battle male dragons, an Enrida, and a blood magic-imbued bird with transparent Mana, where could one find a mightier Fire Mage?

Perhaps because he found Old Liu rather cute, Xiao Bei granted him a "Soul Flame" as well.

Old Liu’s originally beaming face suddenly became dull, even though he never relied on Invisibility Techniques to make a living.

"What incredible soul power! It has definitely absorbed an immense amount of Mental power!" Elise exclaimed, sticking out her lilac tongue in surprise, gazing at the half-a-foot-high rising dragon silver flame springing from the Overlord’s forehead, utterly dumbfounded for a while.

"So cool!" Elder Cruyff felt that Richard was becoming more and more like a deity now—indeed, with silver stars twinkling in his eyes, a bewitching mole between his eyebrows, and now a half-foot suspended silver flame in the shape of an ascending dragon above his forehead, how can he still look like a mere mortal?

"Why not just kill him?" Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, frowned and asked his beloved son-in-law, watching Rommel’s retreating back: "He’s quite stubborn. He might be a disaster in the future. You know how powerful Imam’s ’Shadow Shifting’ is!"

"Before, I certainly would’ve killed him! But is there still a need now? How many from the Sea Clan and the Demon Clan combined? Who cares about one more shrimp? Does it make any difference with or without him? In the face of millions or tens of millions of troops, no matter how grand Rommel’s schemes, it’s all nonsense!" Liu Zhenshan shrugged his shoulders: "I’ve thought about it. If the Fallen Elves choose to side with the Demon Clan, that would be even better. The Sea Clan has an enormous force, and it’s just right for him to get involved and balance things out..."

"The world is simply becoming chaotic." Helen smiled bitterly on the side.

"That’s why we need to stir up the world even more! Only when chaos abounds can we find a chance to thrive among the confusion. It’s more interesting when all the baddies reach into the same pocket!" Liu Zhenshan wore an expression that suggested he was too thick-skinned to be perturbed by the sheer magnitude of his problems.

"I haven’t had the chance to ask you yet, what kind of Psychic Magic did you acquire?" Ibrahim, leaning back in his chair with interest, sat opposite his son-in-law: "Just now you seemed to have used some sort of Psychic Magic to make Rommel vomit blood, no?"

"Psychic Magic, my foot! I only used words to disturb his mind, then used Mental power to aggressively stimulate his nerves, which resulted in him vomiting blood, that’s all! It’s not even basic hypnosis!" Liu Zhenshan gnashed his teeth and glared at Elise: "You little wench! I didn’t find an opportunity just now, but now I’ve got the time, and damn, I really want to smack you! You’ve tricked me so bad!"

"You... how can you be like this?" Aegean Flower’s pretty face blushed with rage, indignant: "Not a shred of gentlemanly decorum! You...you and Rexa are worlds apart!"

"Get lost!" Liu Zhenshan’s face turned ashen with rage, shaking all over: "You gave me all that grand talk earlier, about how giving Mental power to Xiao Bei is better, and how it would be wasted on me, and considering the big picture, and even said you’d do me a favor! In the end, it’s all because you, you damn girl, wanted to trick me out of my Thunder Diamond! Let me tell you, you must spit it out the way you got it from me!"

"Don’t even try!" Elise, fuming and rolling up her sleeves as if prepared for a fight, retorted, if it weren’t for Old Ent barring her way, she’d have lunged to grapple with this Overlord: "Did I ever say that to you beforehand? Even if you manage to disrupt the thought process of the Millennium Devil Yam beauty, getting ready-made Psychic Magic is a matter of luck! No no no, let the masters decide, what did I trick you about? Don’t you already have the language of psychic power? Shame on you as an Overlord, can you back out of your words? I’m at my wit’s end with you!"

"You little wench! I’m not going to waste words on such nonsense," Liu Zhenshan forcefully swung his long Michigan hair and huffed with coarse breaths: "I’m just asking you one thing now! Thunder Diamond, are you returning it, yes or no?"

"Don’t be angry, I’m telling you responsibly, absolutely not!" Elise replied, not with anger but with laughter, her eyebrows arched, her face the very picture of innocence.

Old Liu grabbed a chair next to him, but Ibrahim firmly held him back.

"What are you doing! Remember, Elise is also an epic hero! How can you face anyone if this gets out?" Andulan Elder couldn’t stand it anymore and cursed at his son: "What kind of undead are you raising? Can’t you even have a bit of magnanimity? Getting Psychic Magic indeed depends on luck; it’s not just a matter of disturbing the instincts of the Devil Yam beauty! Random combination also involves probabilities!"

"Don’t hold me back! I’m not afraid of Samuel, so why should I fear him?" Elise was full of fire, resentfully locking eyes with Old Liu. Being called a little wench and a dead girl over and over again, this Sif had reached her limit; in the past, whether it was Rexa or Aragon, didn’t they all treat her like a princess, and now she was expected to suffer such grievances in Kingfisher!