Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1559 - 471 Good Morning, Hollywood_3

Chapter 1559: Chapter 471 Good Morning, Hollywood_3

Liu Zhenhuan squinted his eyes and smiled at the entrance of a cave crowded with majestic figures on the right-side mountain wall. Sitting on the crystal throne, surrounded by powder and rouge, must be none other than His Majesty, the Lich King Paul Newman.

"This guy has a pair of unruly blue eyes." Even from such a distance, Liu Zhenhuan could feel the gaze of this Lich King.

Although his time in the Demon World had not been long, Liu Zhenhuan was certain that this Lich King before him would be the first formidable opponent for the Aegean Continent in the future.

The "decapitation plan" targeting the Aegean Continent, after the devastating losses suffered by the Lich Kings Jia Bao and Clark Gable, resulted in the expeditionary force sent by this very Lich King sustaining the smallest casualties—three Dreadlords and one Six-winged Heavenly King all returned safely! Jia Bao underestimated the prowess of the Saint Level, and Clark Gable, that Lich King, grossly underestimated Firenzia. Even if the encounter with Liu Zhenhuan hadn’t occurred that day in the South Cross Star Forest, Firenzia’s overall strength still surpassed that of the Demon Clan’s expeditionary army!

From that perspective, this blue-eyed Lich King was indeed more formidable!

His army also successfully brought back the Druid prince Kaka, who was said to have wreaked havoc in the Demon World for a time—and alive, not dead! This meant that under the soul-stripping technique of the "Spiritual Thread Code Crystal," this powerful Druid prince would be forced to relinquish his potent elemental forces, transferring them to the warriors of the Demon Clan!

Every elemental force has its unique advantages. On the Aegean, there is magic grafting, while the Demon Clan has the Spiritual Thread Code. For the intelligent, this world is forever balanced and fair!

Liu Zhenhuan couldn’t fathom why a young Druid in his early twenties could merit such attention from the Demon World’s rulers. At twenty-something, how much skill could he have? Before the Demon Clan launched the Holy War, they should logically be eliminating the three top mages of the Aegean Continent instead!

The final aim of the Demon Clan’s decapitation operation was crystal clear—they intended to eliminate the Saint Level first and remove the threat posed by large-scale forbidden spells!

Even forbidden curses were categorized into tiers, and their destructive power varied greatly. Although the Aegean magic tutors could also cast forbidden spells, their power was entirely incomparable to those of the Saint Level! In arcane confrontations, thousands of Demon Clan mages might overwhelm ordinary Aegean soldiers; however, against an Aegean Saint Level, a single forbidden curse could obliterate them like paper tigers, leaving no trace behind!

According to Master Stefano, if Master Puskas had fully summoned the "Eternal Flame Hell" forbidden curse in the Fire Falcon Mountain Range that day, the central belt of mountains spanning hundreds of miles would have transformed into a molten sea birthed from collective volcanic eruptions! The acid rain from volcanic ash would have wiped out around ten percent of the Aegean Continent’s green ecology! Once cooled, the magma filling into the East Coast would also create an entirely new landmass out of thin air for the Aegean Continent!

No Saint Level mage would ever wish to commit such a catastrophic act of destruction. Nor would anyone be willing to engage in combat with an enemy of such dreadful might. Even the Lich Kings of the Demon Clan were no exception! Undoubtedly, with the title of "Elemental Black Hole," the Lich King’s power was undeniably immense. However, as a ruler, he would never personally step onto the battlefield unless encountering a moment of survival or death. It’s just like His Majesty Grecke Sal of Beamon: everyone knew he was the strongest warrior of Beamon, yet who would dare send Emperor Sal riding his lion into the fray, wielding a war blade for a charge?

Could this young Druid now be considered someone on par with the Saint Level? Liu Zhenhuan couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought.

Seeing a Winged Knight flying toward him, Old Liu quickly withdrew to the Martial Arts Platform.

The two Dread Knights wrestling each other still hadn’t determined a victor. Liu Zhenhuan took the high-pressure crossbow tube from his back, held it in his hand, and aimed it at one of the fighters—specifically, the one with tattoos etched across his face.

The tattooed Dread Knight was so startled that he froze momentarily in shock. Seizing the opportunity, his opponent found a flaw, landed a punch squarely on his face, and sent him toppling from the platform.

The victorious Dread Knight, panting heavily, collapsed onto the ground.

"Damn! I wasn’t planning to shoot you!" Liu Zhenhuan cheerfully saluted the unlucky fellow who had fallen like a kite with a snapped string.

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