Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 772 - 168 Tears and Laughter_2

Chapter 772: Chapter 168 Tears and Laughter_2

"Gulp~" Everyone was swallowing hard.

Ghoulish Xu Dela lunged at Liu Zhenhan and incredibly threw a tantrum, with its nine little heads spraying death-chilling frost breath. But it was slapped by Liu Zhenhan and sent tumbling away.

Guoguo immediately jumped down from Yitiao’s shoulder and pounced on the little pig. Together, they pinned Ghoulish Xu Dela to the ground and punched and kicked it, their fascist-style tiny steel helmets swinging wildly.

"Use your brain!" Liu Zhenhan scolded. The blood-drawing aura swirling around his mithril arm was absorbing Gerein’s blood, forming a deep blue rotating ripple. Liu Zhenhan brought the Overlord of Death’s ring close and dabbed some blood on it, casting a black magic halo that enveloped Gerein. The Tide Lord’s body quickly shriveled and dimmed, turning into a mummy devoid of water. A slight flutter later, he slowly opened his wizened eyes and stood up. He then knelt down on one knee in front of Liu Zhenhan and recited a loyalty pledge in a rusty, scraping voice.

Ghoulish Xu Dela was clearly a bit confused, staring foolishly at the resurrected Tide Lord.

"Only by becoming a ring spirit can Gerein’s soul avoid dispersion. The chances of it spontaneously transforming into an undead creature are too slim for me to risk. Besides, once it becomes a ring spirit, it will retain its previous life’s thoughts. Jaina, from now on, you will cohabitate this ring with it, forever together." Liu Zhenhan patted Ghoulish Xu Dela on the head and sighed wistfully.

A flash of black magic swirls passed, and the abandoned corpse of the ring spirit, Flame Emperor, fell to the ground, its eyes devoid of life. This ring spirit had been unceremoniously kicked out even before it had had the chance to warm its seat – a rarity indeed.

Everyone felt a pang of regret. Given a choice between a rejuvenated Flame Emperor and Tide Lord Gerein as the Overlord’s ring spirit warrior, the contrast was evident. They had yet to see a more formidable magical beast than the Flame Emperor.

"From now on, if any of our brothers are about to die on the battlefield, don’t let them suffer. Just take out your knife and put them out of their misery. Understand?" Liu Zhenhan turned to the militiamen and said.

All the militiamen silently nodded.

At this point, Moer was already sobbing, her face wet with tears. The other proprietresses were hugging her tightly, crying silently. The death of a magical pet affects the shaman’s emotions greatly, so no one tried to console her. Joan of Arc was also crying miserably. This sensitive and emotional nun, who had always seen only the good in the world, couldn’t hold back the accumulated sorrow within her heart any longer after witnessing a comrade’s death today.

The two Pier race Scepter Shamans also felt a pang of regret. They knew that it was impossible to save the Tide Lord, who had been mortally injured. However, they also believed that they wouldn’t have the heart to be as ruthless and cold-blooded as Richard in such a situation.

Liu Zhenhan put the Flame Emperor’s corpse into the seven-degree gold ring as well, surveying the now quiet battlefield, his heart aching slightly. But he had to maintain a cold-blooded facade, which was indeed not easy.

Quietly turning his back, Liu Zhenhan discreetly wiped the moist corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. Yitiao stretched out his hand and gently patted Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, offering a knowing look and a comforting smile.

A howling wind swept across the volcanic crevices, carrying a chilly fog. Countless eagle feathers spiraled up into the sky and drifted away in the wind.

The Flame Emperor’s wide-range high-level magic, the "Perfect Volcano," which exploded into a meteor shower, had practically destroyed the entire battlefield. The chaos stopped everyone in their tracks. Against such a catastrophe, any person who hadn’t retreated to the back of the sloping terrain in time was instantly killed, their bodies engulfed and melted by the scorching lava waterfall.

Those who managed to escape the cataclysmic magic could be considered lucky. After the lava waterfall flowed through the gaps between the two volcanoes, what remained was a cement-like, solidified lava. Every gust of wind carried with it an unbearable stench.

In this battle, out of thirty thousand elven troops, aside from approximately two legions of Eagle-Bull humans who managed to escape, only three thousand or so sky knights were left. The casualties were even worse on the ground, with less than five hundred remaining out of fifteen thousand. "Pyrrhic victory" was truly the best way to describe the situation. If it weren’t for the aerial troops’ benefit of a quicker retreat in the face of the magical catastrophe, along with the last-minute betrayal of the Three-legged Golden Toad and the help from the Beamon warriors, it’s hard to say whether the Drow could have won.

Knowing that the solidified lava hid the corpses of the magical beasts, Liu Zhenhan wasn’t willing to waste them. He immediately dispatched all the militiamen from his space ring to break open the solidified lava and retrieve the magic crystals. He wasn’t sure what the Evil-eye Tyrant in the sky was up to, as it hadn’t taken any action. Liu Zhenhan definitely didn’t want to just cram everyone into the space ring and then flee.

The moment Liu Zhenhan thought about the magic crystals, he froze on the spot.

The opportunistic Fat Luo and Adipose rushed back, carrying a Saline Kui Bull between them. A few Drow chased them from behind, but Adipose turned around to smack them with a huge backhand. A large gang of Mastodon Strongmen and Figo surrounded them, puffing up their chests with pride. Bellamy joined in with the Mastiff warriors, pushing around the Night Elves and Forest Guardians until they stumbled and rolled around like gourds.