Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 220 - 31 – The Berserk of the Strongest Eastern Warrior_2

Chapter 220: Chapter 31 – The Berserk of the Strongest Eastern Warrior_2

Just when the Bear Goblins were struggling and unable to retreat, a silver light flashed. The sturdy Trolls, towering over them by a considerable height, suddenly flew diagonally upwards as if they had grown wings, their muscular bodies hanging in the air momentarily in a graceful movement.

Catching their breaths, the Bear Goblins were astonished to find that the soaring Trolls each had a short steel rod lodged in their throats. They could vaguely see the long shaft protruding from their backs. The Trolls, pierced by the spears, hung halfway in mid-air, their bodies painfully colliding with their comrades behind them. The spears with unparalleled strength were like skewers piercing through grilled meat, stringing them together.

The remaining active Bear Goblins quickly retreated while they had the chance. Having just been caught up and unable to extricate themselves, they didn’t dare repeat the same mistake. From the corner of their eyes, they saw the charging pandas and Mastiff people, hoping that these fools would hurry up. They were weary of the ferocious Trolls battling head-on only to be met with chaos.

The agile "Fei Lengcui Militiamen" flipped through the air, leaped over the heads of the retreating Bear Goblins, and landed on the newly cleared ground.

Their swift and efficient movements struck a chord with all the bandits.

While the Panda Warriors were somersaulting in mid-air, they each grabbed the handles of two spear shafts. Upon landing, they swiftly drew the spears from behind into their hands. A few imposing tridents protruded from behind them, the pandas’ momentum more fierce and wild than the spear tips themselves. The Mastiff Warriors each held a stick made from a Larza Beast bone, the bumps on the bones were large and irregular, their eyes filled with a heroic air of disdain.

A Troll is a Troll after all.

Astonishingly, they were still not dead despite being speared in the throat. They struggled to rise from the ground, hands clutching the spears lodged in their throats, slowly pulling the weapons out. The bandits fighting intensely around them became aware of the unusual atmosphere, stopped fighting, and retreated to their positions.

They continued to glare at each other.

The Trolls, in agony, swayed their two heads, slowly pulling out the long spears from their throats. The red pine squirrel tail fur balls tethered to the spearheads by a silver chain often made the Trolls scream in pain upon removal.

Despite their innate petrification providing robust protection, the injuries suffered by the Trolls were horrifying. However, the flow of their blue blood wasn’t excessive, and a faint green light emerged on their grayish-blue faces.

A few Trolls provocatively licked the fresh blood on their spears, their eyes fixed on the Pandas. Another Troll pulled out a blood-soaked trachea along with his spear, he unblinkingly started chewing it.

Whether or not it was the aftermath of the "Composure of Jiāng’s spell" that began to take effect, many Trolls and Bear Goblins felt dizzy and began to dry heave.

Gude extended both his hands, flipping the middle finger at the Trolls opposite him with a disdainful expression.

"Troll sons of turtles! There’s poison on my spear. Keep licking, go on!" General Pan let out an extremely loud belch, laughing uproariously.

The Trolls let out a collective low growl from their throats, discarded the spears they pulled out, picked up the stone hammers on the ground, and charged with a flourish. The effects of the corrupt aura were minimal on Trolls. The anti-magic property of their petrified skin might cause their heads to feel a bit groggy at most, but it did not incapacitate them.

Once the Trolls, three times the height of a human, began charging, even the elephant warriors wouldn’t dare claim they could stop them. Moreover, these Trolls were wielding heavy stone hammers that could easily smash a bull’s head into a pulp.

Even against the celebrated human heavy cavalry in short-range collisions, a ogre at full strength wouldn’t be inferior. Struck by a stone hammer wielded by powerful arms from a towering three-bladed figure, the inherent shockwave could shatter the vital organs of even an armored heavy knight, killing in an instant.

The Felslate militia seemed oblivious to the charging trolls, an air of indifference on their faces.

Every bear Panda faltered slightly, letting out a deep hiccup, their rosy, round cheeks plastered with a blurry drunken haze, grinning at the charging trolls getting closer and closer.

The trolls answered back with savage grins, certain that in this world, no one could stand their ground and resist a troll’s group charge!

Not even the Cyclops could!

Just as the trolls were about to hammer these black and white intermixed, strange pandas into pancakes, the Panta Warriors showed why they were the strongest Beamon warriors in the Far East Continent.

As the earth trembled under the weight of the approaching Trolls, the pandas spat a gust of alcohol. The highly aromatic alcohol ignited with a "whoosh" into a blazing inferno enveloping the approaching trolls as it hit the air. The absorbing flames instantly turned the charging trolls into gigantic fire-beings. Thick, black smoke billowed from their bodies, disseminating an oddly mixed smell of charred flesh and alcohol which induced nausea once it hit your nostrils.

This was the mysterious reason why the Panta Clan’s panda warriors could become the strongest Beamon on the Ancient Silk Continent - "Drunken Rage"!

Unlike other Beamon, the Panda clan does not go berserk from rage; they rely purely on high-proof alcohol.

In contrast to other races of Beamon, who after going berserk turn into killing machines, when Pandas enter their "Drunken Rage", they will, if necessary, vomit up the alcohol within their stomachs, transforming the high-proof hard liquor into a fire attack known as "Inebriated Flame Attack". This not only gives them a surprise attack, but it also allows Pandas to maintain a clear mind and agile body after spitting out the alcohol, truly displaying the characteristics of the Panta Clan - strong as a bear, agile as a cat.

Billowing flames sprung forth, fiercely devouring while belching out thick black smoke onto the trolls’ bodies, the sudden transformation into fire beings startled the female ogres charging from behind.

The sound of burning flesh bubbled and popped amongst the horrifying flames.

The sudden change halted the female ogres, sending them into frantic confusion.

The pandas, however, did not rest on their laurels. Once the "Inebriated Flame Attack" was unleashed, they simultaneously let out a thunderous roar. With the spear in their hand, they thrust in a bold, impassioned move, instantly skewering the imps still dancing about, as if impaling a fat fish with a harpoon. Their power was so immense that the sky blazed with a flurry of burning balls all at once, crashing heavily onto the ground, resembling a meteor shower reappearing overnight.

The remaining trolls roared in rage and fell. Their bodies were pierced through by the panda warrior’s thrust, going in one end and out the other in a spray of stone dust.

This time, the Pandas aimed for the heart. They had made a minor mistake before, their spears had hit the troll’s throat, but ogres have two heads. If they lost one, they could still breath through the other.