Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 325 - 67: Prefers Arms to Glamour_3

Chapter 325: Chapter 67: Prefers Arms to Glamour_3

This name almost made the Fairy Dragon faint on the spot.

"Nice sword!" The Mantis Monks held their long swords straight, full of praise.

"Let me show you its power." Korina pulled down a strand of his beard, turned the blade of the Monk’s long sword upwards, and lightly waved his beard towards the blade. With a "clang" sound, the strand of beard was cut in two.

"Can the blades of us Beamons be this powerful?" The Mantis Monks made a silent resolve to get one from the Overlord for their collection.

"Do you know how many of these I have?" Korina asked, smiling as he opened his coat.

"Obischillaci!" The Monks were all green with envy.

Korina had three more swords tucked into his waist, of varying lengths, including the two long swords behind his back - six swords in total! All wrapped in beautiful python scale sheaths, majestic and extraordinary.

The Hippo Poets had lost their plump bellies, only well-defined bulging muscles remained. At first glance, they seemed much thinner. Each of them held a giant axe in the style of Wei Heizi, a Y-shaped giant shield, and a few small hand axes were tucked into their waistbands. The small axes were more than enough for felling trees in human lands.

No need to say, they were for ambushing people in the chaos of battle.

Mastiff Warriors used iron clubs with densely packed spikes on both ends resembling interlocked canine teeth.

The iron club could be detached in the middle to reveal an iron chain.

"What is this called?" The Monks were a bit confused.

"Judgment Stick." Bellamy tilted his head in thought and added, "Judgment Nunchaku."

"Judgment?" A couple of Monks blinked their eyes for a while.

The pandas were pretty traditional. Their Demon Hunter Spears were good, so they only added a weighted halberd this time. They had always complained about the onboard spears being too light, now it finally met their demands.

The Monks’ eyes turned to the Musketeers, who had clearly improved a lot in the past two months. They had grown much stronger, but they still seemed rather weak compared to the muscle men. The Musketeers used very little iron in their weaponry. Among the forty or so grown males, aside from the Giant Moose Horn Slingshot on their thumbs, the short sword at their waist was the only thing that stood out.

"Since when did the Musketeers join the militia?" The Monks look at the tattoos of pig heads on the Musketeers’ faces with a hint of puzzlement, then turned their gaze to their boss.

"Because of this." Liu Zhenhan took out a copper bullet from the deer skin pouch hanging on the Musketeer’s waist: "Moradin’s wrath."

The monks had never seen such power, so Liu Zhenhan let Ardu demonstrate it for them.

Ardu, with a slightly smug expression, rolled his slender and flexible fingers around the copper bullet, pulled the string of the Moose Horn Slingshot into a semi-circle, and asked the Monks, "What’s the target?"

"Shoot that for me." One of the Mantis Monks joked with Ardu, pointing at a raven hopping around in a bush a hundred yards away.

A red arc of light flew by, and with a bang, the raven and the bush were blown to pieces, with wisps of green smoke rising.

The Monks stared in stunned silence at the wild bush and the slow-flying black feathers in the air, pointed at the bush, swallowed, and didn’t know what to say.

"Amazing!" muttered Elder Andulan. Unable to engrave the Wind Magic Array, the Ancient Power Fire Gun couldn’t be produced. Elder Damai had almost forgotten about it after two months. Who knew that the Overlord had found another way to use it, leaving Elder Andulan in awe.

"My Lord, you really are clever!" Elder Andulan raised a thumbs up.

"Clever? How so? Elder, you really do know how to flatter!" The Fairy Dragon scoffed, "The target of the Ancient Power Firegun is the airborne troops, no matter if it’s flying dragons, gryphons, or gargoyles, Obsidian Destroyers, or even the Beamon’s harpy of the Disgu clan or the bat people of Valenbuer clan. The abdomen is their weakest part. But which of them can fly in the sky at seven to eight hundred yards to a thousand yards high? Can a slingshot reach this kind of range? The ’Rage of Morading’ is not small against ravens, but try using a slingshot against heavy infantry and cavalry? The Musketeers have good aim, but even the best aim cannot penetrate heavy iron armor."

Elder Andulan was stumped and could only sigh in frustration.

"Elder, don’t bother arguing with her, it’s pointless. A few days ago, Vieri and her chatted unintentionally about our previous battle with the bandits. She criticized me badly, saying I had great illusionist powers but didn’t know how to cooperate, and that I didn’t send out scouts for reconnaissance beforehand, and kept charging without utilizing the main role of our three priests." Liu Zhenhan chuckled, "But I must say, I actually learned quite a bit from her."

"Thank you for your humility." The Fairy Dragon curled her lip.

"Haven’t you let her go yet?", Elder Andulan quietly asked the Overlord on the side.

"Let her go? What does that have to do with me? Guoguo only signed a soul contract with the fire crane, not with her. She’s sticking around on her own dime, what can I do?" Liu Zhenhan pretended to be clueless.

"As for her..." Elder Andulan trailed off.

"The second batch of weapons hasn’t come out yet, she will ask about it soon, but she’s bound to be disappointed." Liu Zhenhan sniffed, "Anyway, I didn’t invite her to live with me, not taking her food money is already me sparing her face."

"..........."

"By the way, Elder, has the war ended?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly noticed that Elder Andulan’s luggage was still on his back, and recalled that he had been supporting the frontline for two months.

"That’s a long story." Elder Andulan licked his lips, "First, arrange lunch for me, alright? Let’s talk after I’m done eating, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a full meal. The thought of Roasted Lurosa meat made by the Halfling chef makes my mouth water."

"Oh, damn."

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I’ve reached my word count, so I’ll say a bit more. The book discussion was lively yesterday, which made me very happy.

However, some brothers expressed opinions that I don’t quite understand. If the Fairy Dragon was given to Liu Zhenhan they could accept it, but giving her to Guoguo was unacceptable. This makes me, who deeply likes Guoguo, very sad. In my eyes, Liu and Guoguo should not be distinguished, they are family.

As for the little MM fox who said that the giant dragon should be a god-like existence, capable of wiping out a city or a small country with a single forbidden curse, I must disagree. This setting of the Dragon is powerful, but if you noticed, in the battle of Hamburg, eight dragon knights were flying in the air, but they couldn’t knock down a single city wall, why? The professor lowered the combat power of the Dragon Clan when setting up the military scenario. Don’t tell me about the defense of the Archer or anything like that, if the Dragon was set as that powerful, how could the bow and arrow hurt it?

So, in my book, the fighting power of the Dragons must be controlled. They are strong but not unbeatable. The scales are hard, but they will still bleed when struck with a large knife, as long as the force is strong enough.

As for the four Golden Figures, I’ve already said, they were full of scars, bearing the wounds of many battles over more than a thousand years. They were so severely injured that having one of their legs broke by the collision with four ten-ton charging cave bears isn’t too far fetched.

Please carefully read the previous Chapters, many things have been explained.

Yesterday, a brother actually speculated about future hints from my one sentence, that’s impressive. But don’t worry, this book is a comedy.

The brick belongs to me, the happiness belongs to everyone. YY itself is flawed.