Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1653 - 531: The Expert of Flame Magic {End}

Chapter 1653: Chapter 531: The Expert of Flame Magic {End}

Stepping out of the magic teleportation array, Liu Zhenhuan barely had his arm swinging, his posture and pose not even fully set, when suddenly he froze.

Originally, he was brewing with indignation, ready to find a place to vent it. But surprisingly, upon a glance, he saw an old acquaintance!

This incredibly handsome Eastern monk was none other than the Prince Tang Zang, whom Liu Zhenhuan and Vieri rescued from the Dark Elves in the Ink Crystal Canyon after a fierce battle.

The battle in Ink Crystal Canyon was an unforgettable debut for Liu Zhenhuan, with catastrophic losses—not only did he lose his virginity but also a Cloud Qin Golden Figure. Certainly unforgettable!

Moreover, the relation between Liu Zhenhuan and Prince Tang Zang was not merely familiar, as the prince had solemnly entrusted him with Little Piglet Katusha, the offspring of Piegel the Great Magician who mistakenly drank from the Life Spring—a connection that spells familial ties!

Liu Zhenhuan glanced lazily at the languishing Orochi, floating in the air, then pointed a finger at the ground.

With obedience, Carnigia landed, coiling itself into a dung-shaped ball, burying its eight heads deep within its body, shivering with fright.

It was not that the giant snake Orochi did not want to escape. It was crippled by severe wounds, combined with the erosion of ’Frozen Top Oolong.’ Yesterday’s ’Son of Wind’ could almost feel like being burdened with Mount Tamerlarya, becoming the ’Son of Mountain.’ The running speed felt like a race with models, and before it could gather speed in mid-air, its path was blocked by two formidable magical beasts it dreaded to encounter.

The Hydra Xu Dela and Tide Lord Gerein, after devouring countless powerful existences, had regained their former sizes. Xu Dela’s nine heads flaunted menacingly, and its tusks gleamed. Its massive stone-like legs were of astounding robustness, its whole body shimmered in a blue glow; while Tide Lord’s back bristled with long crimson flag-like spines, with enormous joints fastened together, streams of frost and dark fumes perpetually swirled around its gold-red claws and bone tail-hook, seemingly eager to advertise its undead nature beyond its magical attributes.

’Son of Wind’ Carnigia dared not even lift its eyes to observe further; the sudden appearance of two powerful magical beasts would shock it even at its peak, let alone the overwhelming presence sensed from afar. Such colossal disparity in strength cools its heart completely.

Liu Zhenhuan grinned as he walked toward Prince Tang Zang, utterly forgetting a crucial matter—how drastically different his appearance was now!

Little Piglet was playing with Wei Zhi in Florence, and Vieri was visiting his former superior Cui Beixi in Witherspoon. It would take a miracle for Prince Tang Zang to recognize him now!

"Stop!" The balding, burly monk, upon seeing the skull necklace hanging around Liu Zhenhuan’s neck, was enraged, shouted sharply, and swiftly applied the Water Ripple Shield to himself and his mentor.

"It’s me, don’t you recognize?" Liu Zhenhuan frowned while glancing at the two giant cranes battling fiercely in the sky, pointing at his face to the two monks with a goofy smile.

His words and smile caused an extremely poor effect.

Other than him, only Vieri in Florence had seen Prince Tang Zang, everyone else had long forgotten about this matter. This seemingly nonsensical remark and silly smile were beyond Prince Tang Zang’s comprehension, let alone anyone else?

In the eyes of the Summer Palace warriors, Boss’s smile signifies initiation!

In the formation, when Boss banters, he typically curses now without cursing!

Thus, a neat row of Demon Hunter Spears and Kuerke Flying Blades cascaded down upon the Sangri tribe and two monks like a flowing cloud.

The Golden Dwarves and freshwater Mermaids, along with Sif Elves, under Captain Beckham’s strict training, were completely obedient. A hand gesture was all it took, as the 4-4-2 magic attack formation spread wide, followed by a frenzy of assault in the most ferocious manner!

The so-called 4-4-2 formation means four-fifths of the Magic Protectors concentrate their attack on a single point, explosively breaking through the opponent’s magic shield; with another four-fifths pausing for an instant, covering the opponent head-on, while the last two-fifths bolster allies’ shield before sweeping the enemy’s left and right wings. The Captain adjusts the trajectory to dictate the next wave’s targeted coverage!

This wave-like magic attack formation can instantly crumble the enemy’s rhythm and vision, yet requires high precision in its own firing rate!

Within Florence’s training regime, Xiao Bei set the initial firing power deviation index to be twice as stringent as the Royal Standards of the Saint Francisco Empire, allowing only within the five-millimeter range. This ensures that the enemy’s magic shield is broken with the fastest speed and lowest cost, fully exploiting the high magic firing rate advantage of the Summer Palace Protectors!

Any magic shield is an area-defense barrier, with haphazard attacks struggling to achieve instantaneous breakthrough, whereas imbalanced at a single point causes rapid disintegration of the entire magic shield.

The trained Summer Palace Magic Protectors are leagues ahead of mercenary mages, whose chaotic firepower pales in comparison. The concentrated swath of lightning and ice spikes is nearly instantaneous in shattering the balding monk’s summoned Water Ripple Barrier!

The two Eastern monks, seasoned veterans by appearance, remained unfazed amid the sudden ambush, their expressions unchanged.

The gallant white horse let out a ’Hee-yii’ long neigh, and from its scaly muzzle spewed forth a colossal, pure silver super-water column, scattering the entire row of lightning and ice spikes in mid-air completely!