Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 419 - 92: Who Wields the Colored Ribbon Dancing in the Sky_1

Chapter 419: Chapter 92: Who Wields the Colored Ribbon Dancing in the Sky_1

Run! Run quickly!

Having witnessed the bloody carnage of the Berserker’s battle, an uncontrollable fear hung over the hearts of all the human light cavalry. They had already surpassed their best level of horsemanship.

The Tornado Mercenary Group is based in Dorott. Starting from a small mercenary group to ranking at the top, they have experienced countless battles. The two squadron leaders are well-seasoned warriors who climbed to their current positions through real battles. But this kind of strange fighting style was a first for them.

The power of the Berserkers of Tel Aviv is known worldwide, but although these brave Berserkers are terrifying, they are not invincible. As long as there are well-trained human commanders, there are always ways to deal with them.

The Tornado Mercenary Group has faced Berserkers on the battlefield and had experience annihilating the terrifying Berserkers. But never once did they not pay a huge price - even the Heavy Scythe-wielders, their key infantry, would be hard to predict a win or loss against Berserkers with the same numbers.

These Bimon Beastmen, with less than half of the Berserkers’ forces, boldly removed their battle armor in front of everyone’s eyes, and used hand-to-hand combat to swiftly shred the Berserkers.

Their frigid long knife...

The horrifying sound of flesh and bone separating...

Their wild battle cries...

What would these Bimon warriors be like once they put on their battle armor? Could they still win? Every human was pondering the same question.

The answer was shockingly unanimous.

It was absolutely impossible for any warrior on the battlefield to defeat them. Absolutely impossible!

All the human mercenaries were plunged into an abyss-like despair – the only certainty was that if they escaped from this battle, these human mercenaries who had witnessed the battle would have a lifetime’s worth of tales to tell. It was great, unparalleled, brag-worthy capital.

Witnessing this kind of battle was a kind of capital, revealing the dark side of human cavalry - Bimon warriors, the most terrifying soldiers a thousand years ago, once again ripped the courage of human warriors from their souls after a thousand years.

Both squadron leaders understood well that these Bimon Beastmen battling the Berserkers wanted to use their bravery to castrate everything related to courage and battle in the minds of the humans who witnessed this battle. It was a strategy to destroy morale, but they had to admit, even though they knew the Bimon’s blatantly obvious intent, their morale had completely collapsed in this way.

The two squadron leaders suddenly felt a sense of sorrow and powerlessness. What use were the martial arts skills they had honed over the years? In front of these Bimon warriors, even the strongest of martial arts had no effect. Maybe a plow was more suitable for them than a sword.

Whips were being brandished, horse spurs were being forcefully hit, Warhorses were charging like the wind, the scene of two thousand light cavalry running wildly was incredibly spectacular.

A huge shadow again enveloped all the cavalry. It was a super-large bird.

The cavalry who had already abandoned their formation became even more dispersed. The vast wilderness gave them the most extensive space to gallop. Everyone knew that anyone who crowded together now would face a very tragic end.

Nobody was more perceptive to danger than these professional mercenaries.

Although they couldn’t name the giant bird, one thing was beyond doubt. All the mercenaries smelled extreme danger from the shadow of the giant bird, even the Warhorses between their legs felt it, their muscles were completely tense, the pace- its speed once again accelerated.

The humans’ premonition was soon proven correct. Their movements were already quick enough, but they still couldn’t escape from the "Column of Flame" spouted by the Giant Crane.

Competing with the bird in the sky for speed was a laughable matter. Liu Zhenhan enjoyed the intense cold wind rushing past him. The pleasure of speed gave him a great sense of accomplishment, he and Guoguo in his arms screamed together.

A cluster of cavalry was grazed by the Giant Crane at low altitude, a huge flame pillar as thick as an ox was spewed out from the mouth of the firebird along with a crisp cry. The blazing flames rolled over in ripples, swallowing the Warhorses and the barren, desolate land. The temperature of the flame caused the cold air to rise sharply in an instant.

Where the "Column of Flame" passed, the poor cavalry was blazing with smoke and flame, furiously running, and then fell on the unfamiliar land along with their screams and their Warhorses.

Where the Giant Crane flew at low altitude, even The cavalry that was not burnt by the pillar of fire, as long as they were close to where the Giant Crane flew, they and their Warhorses, would be thrown like fallen leaves by the strong wind brought out by the Giant Crane’s body, like a nut falling on a hillside, rolling all the way, and the Warhorses dying quickly with a painful neigh and fractured bones.

The power of "Yitiao" was far more than that, its sharp claw, grabbed a Warhorse and the knight on it, with a turn of its wings, it flew high into the sky again, and used the same method as it used to deal with Fei Wenli Python. From high above, the poor cavalry and their Warhorse were thrown from the sky.