Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 459 - 99: The Unknown Sea Clan_1

Chapter 459: Chapter 99: The Unknown Sea Clan_1

Calamity appeared to follow Lao Liu non-stop. Riding on the back of a first-tier creature, Lao Liu became aware of something seriously amiss just as the icy city of Feilengcui came into view.

Feilengcui was still in the midst of a battle!

The fight with the Tornado Mercenary Group was supposed to be ending. Under Lao Liu’s supervision, the process of hunting down the infantry had been carried out step by step. The most potent combat force of the mercenary group had been completely annihilated by Lao Liu’s strategy. Even if some residual forces had scattered in every direction, did they still have the courage to come back to their doom?

Lao Liu’s eyebrows knitted together in concern.

The remaining power within Feilengcui was not weak, with over two hundred well-equipped Slave Warriors and one hundred Bear Goblins who were Heavy Scythe-wielders, plus two hundred well-disciplined Gnome soldiers. Such a defensive force would certainly repel any straggling members of the mercenary group. They would lack the manpower to push forward to the platform passage, especially with Avril and Gortani still there.

But the situation in his line of sight was too strange. There were traces in the sky above Feilengcui of aerial cavalry flying about--but Newton’s aerial cavalry hadn’t returned at all. They were still deterring the scattered human cavalry in the sky. The Musketeers would never dare to disobey Lao Liu’s orders and return home prematurely. They carried enough rations to last at least three days. And since the human eagle knights had been entirely annihilated, where had this unexpected aerial cavalry come from? Lao Liu was filled with doubts.

It seemed as if Yitiao also understood his master’s thoughts. He flapped his wings vigorously, speeding up his flight home.

Not only was Feilengcui still in battle, but the battle was also extremely intense!

All the militia of Feilengcui had returned, with the roar of the Vajra shaking the earth.

Sitting astride Huohe, Lao Liu looked on, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. The militia were aggressively attacking the platform passage. The ones defending the platform passage against them were none other than the Slave Warriors and Gnome soldiers. The creatures circling in the sky above Feilengcui were not aerial cavalry at all--they were Beamon with mixed-color feathers, birdlike bodies, and human faces, something Lao Liu had never seen before!

"Goliath’s Harpy?" Lao Liu muttered, taken aback.

The women didn’t have as good a vision as Lao Liu. Upon hearing his words, they all froze.

The Harpies had long been extinct. According to Daisy, their only remaining lineage had escaped into the dark underworld after the Battle of Heigar.

Just like the Demon Clan and the Sea Clan in the past, humans had implemented a race-cleansing policy for a full century after the Battle of Heigar. In the present Aegean Surface World, there was absolutely no trace of Harpies. So, how could a group of Harpies suddenly appear in Feilengcui?

Before Lao Liu and the girls could comprehend the situation, Huohe had quickly accelerated, drawing nearer and nearer.

Lao Liu and the girls were dumbfounded on the spot.

The person commanding the Slave Warriors and Gnome soldiers against the onslaught of the militia was -- the Swan Female Knight Gortani!

Clad in silver armor and a helmet, Gortani rode her Iron Cross Beast, blocking the top of the platform passage. The flaming tail of her Iron Cross Beast whipped about wildly. Wherever her silver cross sword swept, Gortani’s signature sword technique ’Silver Sky Half-Moon Slash’ zoomed along the platform passage from top to bottom. This sharp sword aura greatly consumed Dou Qi, but Gortani seemed to have completely forgotten about fatigue. Whenever a substantial number of militiamen rushed towards her, she would immediately release a ’Silver Sky Half-Moon Slash’, as if she held a deep-seated grudge against them. O’Neal was at the front, his dual-shield bearing numerous deep cut marks. If the sturdy steel shield hadn’t been a giant product from Feilengcui’s arms factory, it would have surely been sliced in half along with O’Neal.

The militia were somewhat cowed. They had just charged up the platform passage only to be repelled by Gortani’s reckless style of combat where she took no defensive measures. Since the militia didn’t dare harm her, they were put in a passive position. Gude, at the bottom of the staircase passage, was jumping up and down with anxiety. He held his lance, wanting to throw it but unable to.

Behind the defense line of the Gnome soldiers and Slave Warriors, six Medusas were fighting alongside the seemingly crazed Gortani. These Medusas, three men and three women, were much taller than the female snake teacher Cui Beixi. The men were muscular, and the women tall and slender, all with beautiful faces. They were completely nude, with sparkling silver hair and colorful snake tails. Most of them had four arms, but one of them surprisingly had six, all with wing-like fins.

Wind Blades continuously shot out from their fingers. Although these Wind Blades weren’t damaging, they evidently had slowing and delaying side-effects. When a Wind Blade hit a militiaman’s shield, it would scatter instantly. But any militiaman affected by the scattered Wind Blade would stumble, unharmed but with instantly heavy steps. Gortani was brandishing a silver sword in her left hand and a Cross Silver Spear in her right, attacking those affected by the Wind Blades. Every swordstroke was deadly, and every spurt of the spear was ruthless. Had it not been for Gude and the pandas occasionally deflecting her weapons with their javelins, the militiamen, despite their sturdy body armor, would surely have been gravely injured confronting a White-Templar Knight with overflown Dou Qi.

Under the summoning of a few Medusas, small swirling hurricanes periodically rose from the ground, sweeping up the rhino poets and mammoth strongmen at the forefront. The mammoth strongmen and rhino poets were slightly heavier, being able to rise only half a foot off the ground before falling back.