Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 429 - 93 Era of Miracles_3

Chapter 429: Chapter 93 Era of Miracles_3

Dead silence all around.

"I have more bad news to share, in their camp, I spotted a Holy Knight from the Saint Paul Church. A Pegasus Knight and a Dragon Knight - it was only after a fight with them that I managed to sneak away." Liu Zhenghan said with a sardonic smile.

Suppressing heavy breathcould be heard all around. It was as if Red Earth Square was suddenly filled with countless asthmatic cows.

A small Beamon territory, unexpectedly tangled up with two empires, two military powerhouses from the Aegean Continent, and the toweringly powerful Saint Paul Church. The possibility felt like a Mount Tamerlarya pressed onto everyone’s chest.

"So what if the Pompeii Empire interferes?" Liu Zhenhan chuckled. "So what if the Holy Vatican and Saint Francis intervene? Dragon Knight? Pegasus Holy Knight? Darn it! Even today, wasn’t the Phoenix still able to thrash them after removing its disguise?"

"So the injury Yitiaor sustained was from the fight with the Dragon Knight?" The three proprietresses gasped, looking at the bloody bruise on Yitiaor’s chest and ribs.

All the Beamon around had their mouths agape, looking incredulously at their Overlord.

"Don’t be surprised, that Pegasus has already been hit by my flying axe, cutting off two of its legs, and that Golden Giant Dragon also withstood my Flying Dagger. Guoguo hit it with two huge hammers and Phoenix thrashed it till it was bloody and bruised. Lachie! If I had had a little bit more time before the war to spread some poison, the Golden Dragon would definitely have been dead today!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s jaws dropped.

A Beamon daring to have a close combat with the Dragon? And it even threw a dagger? Pushing with two huge hammers?

Guoguo happily jumped aboard the parrot and flew down from Phoenix’s back, flying past everyone. The Vajra Parrot started swearing again while Guoguo passed by, "Damn it~ Damn it~ Damn it~"

The faces of the Scepter Shamans turned into a melon that had been kicked around continuously, with everyone’s gaze following Guoguo. Their hair stuck tightly to their scalps.

There was still some undried golden dragon blood on Guoguo’s chubby little face. He pursed his small lips and whistled, the unique mystical and fluctuating Elemental Fluctuation of dragon blood shimmered on his face.

Kampas! Each Shaman swallowed their saliva with great difficulty.

The three proprietresses quickly took hold of Guoguo, giving him a wipe-down. They keenly cleaned his little face and gave him a smooch with a loud "mwah" each.

Guoguo stroked his belly and pointed at his right radiant red cheek.

"Lord Richard... the dragon is immune to magic... and the scale armor is impenetrable... I don’t mean to doubt you but... but... you..." One of the Scepter Shamans couldn’t help but want to ask, but he didn’t not know what words to choose. After stammering for so long, he still couldn’t make sense of anything.

"Whether it’s humans or Beamon, the most prominent characteristic you share is that you believe in whatever rumor is spread, regardless of its credibility." Before Liu Zhenhan could answer, Ruona said with a smile, "It’s true that the Dragon Clan is immune to magic, but only magic of the same system. The magic of other systems can still harm them. If every dragon was immune to all types of magic, then wouldn’t they just bite each other like vagabonds during internal disputes within the Dragon Clan? Of course, it must be admitted that even ordinary dragons have very high magic resistance. The low and mid-level magic of various systems poses no threat to them, so it’s not too exaggerated that the outside world believes that the Dragon Clan is immune to magic."

"Don’t make the Dragon Clan seem too complicated. While the dragons are formidable, they are not unbeatable. For example, the Dragon Song with an Evil Halo, a special skill of the Beamon, cannot be resisted by the dragon." Daisy also grinned, speaking from the side, "If dragons were truly invincible, how could stories of dragon-slaying heroes be circulated in the world?"

The two hooded girls didn’t get many appreciative looks from the others. People who didn’t know their identities felt that these girls in hoods were maybe a bit too arrogant? What could a Wind Magic Tutor do anyway? How they were commenting on the Dragon Clan seemed like they were at a market judging an onion, on whether it was good or bad.

However, it had to be said, the young girl’s words made some sense. After all, no one had experience in fighting dragons, and tales of dragon-slaying heroes were rare to hear of in the past few hundred years.

"After all, it’s a Dragon Knight! Why did we provoke them? And Lord Mourinho is not here..." Several timid voices muttered quietly.

"Why doesn’t anyone mention that they had the nerve to provoke me?" Liu Zhenhan let out a cold snort.

"He is really invincible in the Northeast." The Scepter Shamans muttered the nickname of the Piegel Shaman to themselves.

The Lord didn’t flaunt his arrogance without reason.

Afterwards, he led a group of Musketeers into a large cave on the third floor, quite mysteriously.

Guoguo, followed by Phoenix, strutted in as well.

Several beauties weren’t very reassured, and followed along.

Upon entering the cave, they saw the Phoenix, Yitiaor, propping up its slender head with its wings and laying sideways on the straw pile in the large cave. Its wildly trembling claw either showed signs of disorientation, or gloated proudly. Either way, Yitiaor had lost all the elegance that an Immortal Crane should have, it completely looked like a rogue Crane with no shirt on.