Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1624 - 513 Flower Minister Emerges {Part 1}

Chapter 1624: Chapter 513 Flower Minister Emerges {Part 1}

When the Fiat Crystal Sword was withdrawn, the purple blood splashed with a thud, like a fountain soaking Liu Zhenhuan’s head and face; spurred by the hot blood, his wildness spread like a wildfire across a vast plain, making Liu Zhenhuan completely forget where he was. With a fierce kick, he shoved away the falling corpse and, accompanied by a thunderous roar, slashed at the struggling two-winged nightmare on the ground.

With a "crack", as the gigantic horse head was severed, his body sliced through the air like a flying arrow, making three consecutive spins, scattering a large burst of blood droplets. With agility only the Golden Elves possessed, he leapt into the chaos of the Dreammare knights, knocking down a knight in mid-air. He seized a nightmare’s horse leg with one hand, swinging it around like a Wolf Fang Club.

Every Dreammare knight could hardly believe what they were witnessing. Even the Silver-eyed knights, who advanced to the rank of Celestial King after absorbing a Six-winged Dreammare, with significant enhancements in physique and strength, could never achieve such terrifying divine power!

A single nightmare weighed no less than fifteen hundred Moka, roughly equivalent to a ton in Aegean terms. Each of these massive nightmares was a solid mountain of flesh, yet in Liu Zhenhuan’s hands now, they were no heavier than a bean sprout.

The Dreammare knights hit by this unorthodox weapon felt as if they had been in a car accident, except it was more like being hit by a train!

Both the rider and mount were sent flying, crashing through the flowers and grass, toppling statues and fountains, the sound of breaking bones echoed like explosive charges.

When any power reaches its pinnacle, it becomes an invincible existence!

This squad of Dreammare knights, guardians of the temple, were first-rate in both martial skills and arcane arts. Yet in such a scenario, they couldn’t muster the strength to fight back!

Their once orderly charge formation had been shattered into a gap-ridden fence ravaged by wild boars due to the relentless assault of the "Blood Moon Flying Wheel" from the two Blood Servants! For knights who emphasize cooperative warfare, encountering a war golem’s physical attack while in a stationary position offers no alternative between life and death!

The "Blood Moon Flying Wheel" is a Blood Magic enchantment that even an Aegean Dragon would frown upon!

In knight novels, one might still see heroes riddled like sieves charging into battle, but in reality, each "Blood Moon Flying Wheel" is a twenty-five-centimeter diameter blade of elemental energy, spinning in reverse and mixed with a fifteen percent life-siphoning aura. Without enough magic resistance, even a mere brush on the arm could render it useless. If the blood loss isn’t quickly treated, it could swiftly lead to shock and then death from excessive bleeding!

With the magic resistance and armor of these temple Dreammare knights, how could they withstand such an assault?

The arcane isn’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is this relentless, high-speed barrage! What’s terrifying is such high, insidious attack force!

Fallen magic, once perfected, carries a depth of cruelty beyond words!

The dual high-pressure firepower, combined with the terrifyingly strong and agile Liu Zhenhuan, ensures this battle was never meant to be fought on the same level!

Yet the temple knights were unwilling to concede defeat. The scattered formation and high-speed mobility of the cavalry made it impossible for Liu Zhenhuan to clear them out quickly. After all, single-target attack spells are not large-area covering spells. At the cost of their companions’ lives, the Dreammare knights, given a breather, regathered in twos and threes at a distance, quickly reorganizing their ranks.

Having lost their battalion banner, their faces were already marked with tragic determination.

Even when they have realized the insurpassable disparity in power, for knights, courage alone is enough for a charge.

Liu Zhenhuan gave them time to reorganize their formation, as an Imperial Mage, he wouldn’t bully the younger generation.

The nightmare, now a shapeless mass of meat, was discarded by him, seven transparent crystal battle swords were picked up from the pool of blood one by one, held horizontally in his hand, the sharp, blood-stained edges gleaming faintly, like the bloodthirsty eyes of a nightmare.

The gauntlet on the left hand expanded in an instant, forming into a counterfeit Ice Throne battle armor, six frozen flags spears shot up like fast-growing vines from the back of his armor, the ice flags of blue and white moved without wind, the emblems of Pandora Rose and Feather alternately flashing.

The Sovereign of the Left Bank!

No temple knight failed to recognize what this suit of armor represented, but the temple knights did not fall under military hierarchies, and no silver-eye had the authority to desecrate the goddess of dreams. The hatred and fury of the temple knights could not be diminished by this armor in the slightest!

The murderous intent in Liu Zhenhuan rose like a volcano, he could no longer suppress his aura. The powerful surge of elemental fluctuation distorted the spatial balance, the sharp murderous intent spread across heaven and earth.

The well-trained Dreammare mounts neighed in panic, skittishly pacing back and forth. Each sensitive Dreammare knight, upon encountering this elemental fluctuation, felt powerless and despairing, as if faced with a mountain descending from the heavens.

Silver ripples interconnection and stretched out before Liu Zhenhuan like a swirling, pulsating vortex, dispersing. Some unwilling temple knight directed their mount to launch a "Mental Impact" at him.

A stream may drown an ant, but it surely can’t bring tides to a sea. Such a level of mental power attack to Liu Zhenhuan is no more than a cooling breeze in midsummer.

In front of the spacious temple, amidst the mire of corpses and blood, Liu Zhenhuan quietly faced the distant formation of Dreammare knights.

Just him alone.

The years had left indelible marks of unruly violence on his face, and his gaze swept across the plains like a storm.

Many devout penitents who had fallen to the ground held their breath for a moment, forgetting to rise and lament their pain, staring blankly at the terrifying scene unfolding before them.

Countless petals were whirled up by the wind, scattered over the blood-soaked earth, concealing the glaring gore.

"Is your mommy still weaning you? Can’t even charge forward, yet you dare call yourselves knights?" Liu Zhenhuan wiped his face, his sharp mockery piercing the heart and soul of every temple knight like a sharp drill.

If it were Beamon knights facing such a situation, Liu Zhenhuan absolutely believed they would have discarded their Misori armor, transforming the most primitive charge into a speck of blood on their opponent’s badge. The hesitation of these Demon Clan knights made him lose the last shred of respect for the enemy.

However, he overlooked a detail: as dual practitioners of clergy and fanaticism, these Demon Clan temple knights were not lacking in suicidal bravery. They were merely biding their time. Although temple knights were fierce, they were not without brains.

Squads of nightmare knights surrounded from all directions, their wind-like speed crushing the flowerbed. In an instant, another nearly thousand temple guardians, with blades and halberds gleaming, appeared on the plaza before the temple.

The blood and death of comrades had completely ignited the frenzied nerves of these temple guardians.

The flowers trampled into fragrant mud under flaming hooves also unleashed Liu Zhenhuan’s barely suppressed bloodthirsty emotions. As the Flower King, this brazen provocation gnawed at his sanity.

Nearly twenty colossal golems with bony structures, made terrible and ghastly appearances from behind the crowd of temple knights. These golems were skeletal puppets, about five meters tall, bodies shimmering with silver flame symbols, their construction unknown but seemingly made from giant beast bones. Each part of their bodies was as thick as logs, their joints sprouted spiked burs like goblin fruit, and every towering skeletal puppet held a long, thick club welded at the tip with a crystal giant spike.

Five squares of nightmare knight phalanxes stood unwaveringly, like stones, and after praising the deity’s name, these temple guardian knights all lowered their visors and urged their steeds to begin stepping forward.

The chant of the Arcanists began to echo in unison.

The advance of the skeletal puppets resounded like a death knell.

Killing a few members of the Demon Clan naturally posed no psychological burden for Liu Zhenhuan. Such an ostensibly powerful formation was even less likely to frighten him, a soldier by trade. Yet, he was still a bit disconcerted; the fight today seemed too bewildering— was it just because he stirred up a few flower tides that these temple knights were determined to slaughter him? What the hell kind of twisted logic was that?

The "Starry Sky Gate" quietly unfolded behind Liu Zhenhuan, and Avril and Elise appeared at his side.

This dual-function portal had very limited load capacity, but with Avril dressed in a battledress vest, coupled with Elise, it was enough to pass through, making one sigh at destiny’s unfairness towards Liu Zhenhuan’s weight.

"You really shouldn’t have come!" Liu Zhenhuan muttered, "Totally underestimating my abilities!"

"Wow! Such a grand setup!" Elise wielded the "Fury of the Sky" magic bow, flapping her sapphire transparent wings, ascended from the ground, hovered above Liu Zhenhuan’s head, and drew four foxtail stem arrows from her quiver, which quickly transformed into four sharp, thorny arrows as streams of oil-green light rolled over them.

"Don’t reveal everything recklessly yet!" Liu Zhenhuan ignored the situation before him, halting Avril who was preparing to display the Death Lord Ring and summon the legion of ring spirits.

"No big deal, we can handle it ourselves." Little Ai merely glanced once, dismissing the plan to initiate the Space Ring to rally the army, instead fetching Shield Gems and the Osteo Wand from her battledress vest pockets, these natural magic tools needed only a tiny bit of Elemental Power to activate and use.

Little Ai’s "Sea Kraken’s True Form" had also manifested. In her eight delicate hands, she now held four Shield Gems and four Osteo Wands, an added fierceness embellishing her gracefully beautiful face.

**

With rural line renovations today, the power was out for another day, returning at five. I asked, and apparently, the electricians still have four or five days of work, so I’ll only be able to write and update in the evenings for the next few days.

There’s another Chapter tonight, before midnight.

I’m quite puzzled that as the updates increased, so did the people cursing me.

Even though there wasn’t an explosion yesterday, there were at least four Chapters. Is that considered no update?

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