Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1629 - 516: Fake Divine Messenger {Part 1}

Chapter 1629: Chapter 516: Fake Divine Messenger {Part 1}

After the Fiat Crystal Sword struck down the last frenzied arcanist, a deathly silence fell over the Main Temple of Brunei, engulfed in desolation.

Thick smoke, pools of blood, mangled limbs, and separated innards were the only scenery here.

The devout penitents were either trampled into pulp by the dense formation of Temple Knights or obliterated by the indiscriminate arcane assault, already vanished without a trace; and the Temple Knights themselves were swept up by Avril’s "Osteo Staff," like autumn leaves, including her bone dolls, the lack of anti-air weapons led to these temple guardians facing the relentless assault from the air, where even fleeing became a luxury dream.

Liu Zhengan wiped the bloodstains from his face and returned his solid Black Orchid Gold Battle Armor to gauntlet form, his eagle-eyed gaze scanning the surroundings. Even if his mental power detected the slightest thread of life and breath in the midst of the pools of blood and heaps of corpses, a "Blood Moon Flying Wheel" would immediately follow, ensuring complete eradication.

A mile or two away, a large group of Demon Clan civilians gathered, staring towards the Main Temple of Brunei in anxious shock, their eyes a mix of fear and awe, each shouting into the bone-linked treasure box.

Their numbers seemed to be increasing, yet like lambs before a wolf pack, they dared not advance even half a step closer.

For ordinary civilians, whether from the Demon World or Aegean, a mage was virtually a deity.

The large-scale elemental confrontation between these two groups of mages that just unfolded was indistinguishable from a natural disaster. In this scenario, civilians wouldn’t dare to approach to investigate, and even viewing from afar would take a considerable muster of courage.

"Spirit Communion Song" echoed silently in Liu Zhengan’s heart.

This Bimon War Song is a requiem for departed souls.

After the faint sighs vanished in mid-air, even if the Witch King appeared, there’d be no way to glean what transpired from fresh souls.

Avril and Elise, along with their two Blood Servants and the Mermaid they supported, landed beside Old Liu, witnessing the grim battleground, with smoke billowing and corpses strewn everywhere, speechless for a long time.

"Alas... the two of you really shouldn’t have shown yourselves!" Liu Zhengan wiped the blood from the ominous Crystal Sword on his arm, sheathing it with a "clank": "This whole thing was a complete accidental conflict, my identity hadn’t been exposed yet, now this has turned into trouble."

"Richard... It’s all my fault... I’ve gotten you into big trouble again..." Little Ai blamed herself endlessly. When she sensed Richard’s fierce and wrathful combat, she hardly pondered before rallying and charging here.

Impulsiveness was always part of her character, and impulse is a devil.

"It’s not your fault, you’re only caring for me, and besides, I couldn’t stop you coming through the ’Starry Sky Gate’!" Liu Zhengan glanced at the ethereal beauty shrouded in smoke on the temple steps, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, quietly transforming the "Ruma Toadu" arm-condensed blood into blood essence, then furtively pouring it into his water flask.

He had collected quite a few blood essences from Demon Clan experts, but hadn’t rushed to absorb them himself or let Guoguo absorb them.

These blood essences from different individuals, unable to fuse with each other, would not dry out when placed in the vacuum barrier of the crystal storage emblem, and he planned to use them for great purposes in the future.

"Why don’t we just go back together! Leaving a Malong Crystal Array for the Demon Clan isn’t a big deal! After all, they don’t know our magic coordinates at Fiorenzuola!" Little Ai clung to Old Liu’s arm, pleading: "Don’t stay here and risk it!"

"I’ve already killed to silence them, and nearby are all civilians. With a bit of plausible reasoning and some good luck, I have a one-third chance of getting through." Liu Zhengan said in a low voice: "Just now, those Temple Knights didn’t say a word, drawing swords to attack me, accusing me of impersonating a divine envoy and performing miracles! Dammit! What miracle did I impersonate? Wasn’t it just a flower tide using ’Flower Armor’ for aerial restructuring beside me? Looking back, it’s definitely because this divine envoy of the Magic Dream also used this trick before, this little lass is also from the Flower Sect!"

"This Rita Hailasis, being both a divine envoy of the Magic Dream and from the Flower Sect, perhaps instructed flowers to perform like you did, thus pretending to be miracles, it explains why you, the contemporary King of Flowers, would be misunderstood today!" Aegean Flower adjusted the bowstring, glancing at the high-standing divine envoy of the Magic Dream, suddenly feeling it’s all hilariously absurd.

Come to think of it, the temple guardians’ impulsiveness isn’t entirely without reason; if a Beamon priest dared display the ’War God’s Illustrious Divine Song’ in Fiorenzuola, the Summer Palace Guards would certainly regard him as a delusional instigator, resulting in a heavy beating; the blame lies on these silver-eyed Temple Guardians for being far too ruthless, not valuing lives, infuriating the King of Flowers reincarnated as a death star.

Could something have happened earlier, causing these temple guardians to be provoked? At least impostors of miracles should be captured and interrogated rather than executed outright, right? The more Elise thought about it, the more she sensed the perplexities deepening.

"Little Ai, give me the Death Lord Ring." Liu Zhenhuan took off the black obsidian fist gloves and handed the "Blood Jade Zhai Ring" to Avril. The two Blood Servants stood beside him like gatekeepers, blocking all distant gazes.

Within a few hundred yards, there wasn’t a single living soul. Even if the Demon World civilians watching from afar had eyesight as sharp as the Elves, with the obstruction of billowing thick smoke, even without the Blood Servants as shields, they could at most vaguely see Liu Zhenhuan’s actions. All the elemental rhythms were firmly shrouded and controlled by mental power, so the elemental fluctuations from the Death Lord’s equipment wouldn’t leak out at all. Liu Zhenhuan did this out of habitual caution.

"Is it possible we’re going to fall out?" Avril asked.

"Hmm, very likely." Liu Zhenhuan nodded.

"Who will be on the chopping board, and who will be the fish, is still uncertain." Elise sneered coldly.

"You all get into the Seven-degree Golden Spatial Ring, notify the Summer Palace Guard to prepare Lace and the Turtle Shell Flamethrowers. This time we’re leaving nothing at home; even all the Goblin Beastmasters and the military engineers from the East and West Factories are also preparing for battle." Liu Zhenhuan himself knew it would be difficult to wrap up today’s matter, no matter how much they killed and silenced, it didn’t mean there were no traces left behind.

However, he still had many excuses to bet on.

Bluffing through might not be impossible.

"Wei Zhi, if we really have to fight later, stand still and keep calm for two seconds, then I can put you into the Space Ring to avoid you getting caught up in the bloodbath." Liu Zhenhuan waved his hand, storing both Ai’s into the Space Ring, and turned back to speak to Wei Zhi.

"No! I must go with you." The Mermaid’s stubbornness was just like that of a Mermaid: "We are already the ’Destiny Twins,’ how can we be separated?"

"Destiny Twins? That’s a strange name!" Liu Zhenhuan put on the left fist glove again, flexed his fingers, and playfully pinched Wei Zhi’s beautiful face, his sharp eyes turned to the Magic Dream Messenger Hailasis on the steps: "Alright, try to stay behind me; I can’t let anything happen to my own wife."

Undoubtedly, this Magic Dream Messenger, this master of the Smoked Peony, was also the Diao Chan Messenger York mentioned, the once most beautiful woman in all of Aegean.

When Liu Zhenhuan and Wei Zhi stood in front of this Diao Chan, she seemed even more enchanting than when they glanced at her from a distance through the mist!

Her slender and elegant figure was always shrouded in a faint, dreamlike mist. Her coffee-colored eyes contained a purity and allure that countless men dreamed of conquering, while a captivating floral fragrance continuously emanated from her body, intoxicating anyone who inhaled it.

The only regret was that her chest was a bit small. Liu Zhenhuan noted wistfully. Clearly, this Diao Chan beauty and Qian Qian belonged to the same type, but in Qian Qian’s case, it was due to lack of nutrition, while this girl was at least twenty or so, truly a slight flaw in an otherwise perfect gem.

"Respected powerful presence, what is your floral title?" Diao Chan’s beauty blushed a rosy pink, embarrassed by the excessively bold gaze from the other party.

"Me? Damn! I am the King of Flowers!" Liu Zhenhuan, reminded of his position, felt his prior charming demeanor instantly transformed back into barely containable anger.

His gaze extended through the barely ajar temple door, faintly seeing some vague and exquisite figures hiding inside.

Even if this door was solid and thick, even if it was embedded with giant bronze knobs, Liu Zhenhuan was confident he could kick the latch apart within three kicks.

His hand began to grip the sword hilt, as the two Blood Servants also turned their exquisite bodies toward the temple’s door.

"Just as I imagined, as the supreme King of Flowers, the master of the Smoked Peony and Flower Chancellor, Hailasis is honored to witness your arrival!" Diao Chan’s beauty spoke with a reverence like a cool breeze in summer, slightly reducing Liu’s anger: "Please forgive my previous offense, know that it was not out of malice, but to save someone..."

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