Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 490 - 106 The Absolute Vicissitudes of History_3

Chapter 490: Chapter 106 The Absolute Vicissitudes of History_3

"...Back to the main topic... Let’s keep to the point. The Bug Clan managed to go by, albeit with difficulty, without any official intervention from the Sea Clan. Their population grew slowly but surely. But after the great war between sea and land, the Sea Clan, having suffered major losses on land, turned on the Bug Clan Beamon. After several massacres, the Bug Clan Beamon’s population took a sharp decline. At that time, Xu Dela and I were wreaking havoc in the Seia sea area. So, the Sea Clan decided to offer the last of the Bug Clan Beamon as food for us..." Gerein resumed his storytelling after a glance at Beamon, whose expression remained calm, "Xu Dela and I can both perform Wind Magic and fly, but we were not willing to chase after the flying Butterfly and Cicada People. Therefore, we continued to occupy the Seia sea area, knowing full well that the Sea Clan, with its huge population, was helpless to stop us."

"If our Dragon Clan were to do the same, there is not a single nation in the Aegean Continent that could withstand us." Daisy scoffed.

"That’s the truth." Old Liu very much agreed with this power. If the local robbers on the Donau Wasteland were troublesome enough, imagine two powerful creatures working together.

"Over a thousand years ago, Xu Dela and I suffered misfortune," Gerein recalled with a grim face, "a fleet originating from the distant Eastern Continent somehow aided the Sea Clan. Using a peculiar form of imprisonment, they set up a Magic Circle around our island using coral reefs. Once we returned, it became our prison, acting more like a one-way entrance than an exit."

"Fleet from the distant east? Could it be the Yunqin Empire’s medicine-seeking boats?" Liu Zhenhan thoughtfully turned to look at Ning Yu.

"The Yunqin Empire signed a treaty allowing us unrestricted passage across the Seven Seas, we provided some peace to several nations by imprisoning threatening Super-level Warcraft. I don’t know specifics, but other than us, it’s unlikely anyone would have dared advance in these waters. According to timelines, the magic circle was likely created by the sages of the first generation medicine-seeking fleet. The current Mr. Xu does not have such abilities." Ning Yu explained, "Many of the sages’ magic formations have been lost to time, including this Imprisonment Spell Array."

"What kind of a magic circle was it?" Ruona curiously asked Ning Yu.

"It certainly was the ’Eight Gates Golden Lock’, one of the most famous Yunqin Empire’s Magic Circles from back in the day. It does not require any magic power but relies on placing specific items in different positions to create a formidable imprisoning force," Ning Yu answered, with a touch of heaviness evident on his face.

Upon hearing this, Ruona’s eyebrows furrowed elegantly.

"You... you’re a descendant of that fleet from the east?" Gerein looked dumbfoundedly at Ning Yu. His face alternated between anger, hatred, and savagery.

"Carry on, my honorable Tide Lord. How did you survive?" Liu Zhenhan pointed to the large bug not far away that was still squirming, "Why is our Beamon brethren still in its infancy? No... This is how I should ask: How did you survive in your mouths for a thousand and five hundred years?"

"Of course, we couldn’t eat the Bug Clan Beamon who were as pitiful as we are... we all shared the same fate. So, we chose to hibernate," Gerein said righteously, with the Hydra-like creature Xu Dela nodding fervently alongside.

"Cut the crap," Liu Zhenhan was annoyed, "This is the last warning, spout any more nonsense and I will obliterate you completely. See this Death Lord Ring on my hand? It can either imprison you forever or completely destroy you."

As a demonstration, a clear hissing sound resonated in the air, bringing about a heavy fluctuation of the fire element.

"Your wisdom could be a replacement for Xiang Pa’s..." the Tide Lord quickly argued, "Xu Dela and I certainly need food, just like any other creature. Without food, we would die too. By hibernating like in winter and assuming we are undisturbed, we can survive for a year. However, every year we need to wake up and eat once. Every time, we need to consume five hundred souls, or some powerful souls, to maintain our health. The Bug Clan Beamon... was our only source of food..."

"... We understand that it would be satisfying to eat them all at once, but then we would undoubtedly starve to death. So, we chose the direst of methods. Every time we woke up, we only ate fifty... this was just to meet our minimum requirements... " Gerein continued while examining Beamon’s face, scrutinizing his reaction closely.

"It seems your strength is not fully restored yet, haha, perfect," Ruona covered her mouth, giggling softly.

"That’s impressive... over a thousand and five hundred years, you’ve eaten seventy-five thousand of our Bug Clan Beamon. Very well... impressive... you are quite merciful..." Liu Zhenhan’s laughter started to unsettle the two abyssal creatures, "How many Butterfly and Cicada Clan Beamon were there when they were initially sacrificed to you?"

"There were approximately two thousand in total." Gerein answered hurriedly, his eyeballs darting around nervously.

"And how many are left now?"

"Around two thousand still."

"Turns out you are acquainted with captive breeding too," Liu Zhenhan retorted coldly.

"All we took were the old and weak, and those with disabilities, hehe....Actually, in turn, we were indirectly preserving the Beamon bloodline. Waiting for the day when you, my lord, could lead them to freedom!" Gerein quickly came up with an argument, shamelessly flattering Liu Zhenhan in an attempt to justify his actions.