Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 875 - 199 Strong Backing_2

Chapter 875: Chapter 199 Strong Backing_2

Liu Shock, Guoguo, and the two young men together pointed to the struggling spider cocoon on the ground.

"Is it your doing?" Prince Lionheart leaned slightly from atop his Snow Lion, his sharp gaze and the motion together making him appear as ferocious as if charged with high voltage.

"It is the power of the War God." Liu Shock’s hat was now recklessly positioned; he had some understanding of how to play a charlatan.

"Nonsense!" Prince Lionheart scoffed coldly, "Now, I need you to immediately release Prince Richard, our War God is not a spider and does not have the habit of wrapping like a mummy. As for your accounts, I will settle with you later, you little Piegel War Shaman."

Liu Shock ignored him as if he were merely breaking wind.

"My child, better let go of Prince Richard first," Brut gave Liu Shock a knowing smile: "As the most devout servant of the War God, no one can harm you anymore, I swear in the name of an old Taige."

Liu Shock raised an eyebrow, walked to the spider cocoon, started to grin and looked up at Prince Kahn, then suddenly exerted force with his hand.

"Rip~" A sound of fabric tearing was heard, and the giant spider cocoon split open. Liu Shock became instantly unlucky, his body pitched at an angle and thrown high, hands flailing with large pieces of armor and tattered cloth, making a series of bizarre cries as he slammed straight into the ground, creating a hole with the back of his head, resulting in a thunderous crash and dust flying everywhere.

Asshole!" Liu Shock grimaced as he got up from the ground, touched his nose, good, no blood, but others could clearly see a startling lash mark across his face.

Prince Richard, due to the spider cocoon being torn open, forcibly broke free of the bonds himself. By then, the adhesive properties of the solid-state spider web had cooled off, and he easily shook off the web entwined around his body and rose from the ground.

With one hand holding a massive sword and the other covering his rear, Prince Richard trembled violently, his handsome face turning patches of green and purple, blood smeared all over, both corners of his eyes swollen with huge bags making him look like an adorable Lionhead Goldfish, his golden hair falling out like the strings of a broken kite, and his gold Mythril armor hardly distinguishable from junk picked out of a trash heap, dented all over just like Xiang Pa’s.

If it weren’t for Liu Shock’s slight restraint, the Prince would have been long discarding even with ten lives.

However, compared to the dignity of the royal family, his current appearance might be even worse than dying in battle.

The hybrid vigor of Rheinland-Taige is formidable; as the armor and clothing tore at an instant, Prince Richard’s tiger tail whipped out like a steel lash, hitting Liu Shock’s face—a Beamon saying goes, "Taige’s butt is untouchable"—old Liu had forgotten this, intended to strip the Prince bare, but ended up taking a severe blow unintentionally.

Although this slap in the face was rather unjustified, Liu Shock, ever the scoundrel, didn’t forget to fiercely pull on the fabric he was holding, causing a scene all around the square where people watched, even causing Beamon who never cracked a smile to burst into laughter.

The Centaur archers laughed especially hard; Prince Kahn’s face turned as ugly as the sea before a storm.

Prince Richard closed his eyes, drawing in a breath with his chest heaving dramatically.

Laughter erupted, some even cheered loudly—there are always people who thrive in chaos everywhere.

"Damn Piegel!" Prince Kahn had just let out an angry roar, his Greenland Snow Lion took a step forward just as an arrow with a shrill whistle nailed into the Snow Lion’s toe, the shards of ice and fire startling it into a stumble, nearly throwing Prince Kahn from its saddle.

What a fast arrow! As a professional soldier, Prince Kahn’s immediate thought was to gauge the Archer, undoubtedly one of the top-tier, even surpassing the bow drill instructors of "God of War’s Whip."

Nedved crossed his arms, completely unperturbed.

Many Centaur archers slyly pointed at him, their eyes full of adoration as if they were staring at an idol.

Prince Richard let out an off-key roar from his throat, picked up a chunk of the spider cocoon off the ground, hurriedly tied it around his waist, then wielding his tremendous sword, madly took one step after another towards Liu Shock with his eyes bulging out madly, drool shining on his lips, head inclined and twitching nervously, fully looked ready to risk his life.

Seeing this, Liu Shock immediately cried out for help in a panic tone, darting behind the red-robed Chief Priest Brut for protection.

Prince Richard cackled strangely, his giant sword scraping a trail of sparks on the ground, his muscles had burst through the armor, his veins bulging out worm-like with each step indenting the cobblestone. Due to the Berserk state being pushed to the limit, Prince Richard’s golden hair stood rigidly, and peculiarly, his typically flowing hair now showed a small spot of baldness at the top of his head, as if a lousy barber had accidentally shaved him bald.