Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 938 - 220 Private Affairs of the Dragon Clan_2

Chapter 938: Chapter 220 Private Affairs of the Dragon Clan_2

"No matter how one tries to conceal it, it is futile, respected Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahimovic, do not scorn any lesser creature. The Dragon God has given you strength, and you should be all the more humble for it." Liu snorted through his nose, "The War God has given us a powerful path to follow, allowing even the weak to stand before you and communicate on an equal footing, and such communication should be completely reciprocal."

"It seems your War God has been a little scarce in performing miracles. If he could grant you bodies like those of a Giant Dragon, Beamon wouldn’t have come to the Donau Wasteland." The Seven-Colored Dragon looked at Liu with a pitying gaze.

Objectively speaking, what the dragon said was true, but only an outsider would have such a clear perspective. After all, those who tell the truth in this world are always bound to be hated. The Seven-Colored Dragon had great power, but lacked the art of conversation.

The followers flocked behind the Mages, with Liu and the Swan High Priest standing firm in the face of such blatant insult. No Beamon could ever tolerate it. Just the words the Seven-Colored Dragon had just spat out were enough to make the exceedingly proud Beamon and the Dragon couple tear their facades apart-------The battle at Heigar was indeed the biggest scar in Beamon history, and what made the wound even more painful was that it had been inflicted not by an alien invader, but by their own kin! Time flows on, but whoever gashes open this wound is bound to face the wrath of Beamon.

"Dragon couple!" Mourinho’s face was an ashen blue, his expression cold as ice, "Do not forget one fact: although Beamon may be weak, we have never submitted to any oppression, yet the mighty Dragon clan is still enslaved by others! No one has the right to insult us Beamons!"

"Silence! The partners chosen by us Giants are the finest of humans. When has it ever been Beamon’s turn!" The Swan High Priest’s sharp tongue tore open another wound of the Dragon Clan. It’s true that Giant Dragons are powerful, but being constantly used as mounts by others is humiliating. The Fairy Dragon Luna was also enraged.

Beamon King Grecke Sal simply shook his head in puzzlement. He didn’t understand how a seemingly polite conversation had suddenly turned sour.

The High Priests also gathered behind the two groups of followers. Insulting Beamon and infighting were two different matters. With the support of two supreme overlords as their magical beasts, if the High Priests didn’t show any backbone, what kind of Beamons would they be!

His Majesty the King waved his hand, and a troop of steel-clad Royal Guards quickly stepped forward, forming a protective square around the followers and High Priests. The strong warriors held up shields in the front line, while hundreds of Centaur archers spread out on the flanks, drawing their longbows with six-fingered grips.

"Luna has already said, quantity does not necessarily equate to quality." The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim let out a derisive laugh, flinging out two beams of faint green light with his hands as quick as lightning.

Where the green light passed, the armor and weapons of all the Royal Guards and followers began to distort and wail strangely. The once bright and gleaming armor and weapons were covered with a layer of deep black gas, as if they were ancient relics unearthed from ancient tombs, rapidly oxidizing. Large chunks of rust peeled off from the once finely crafted weapons and armor, falling to the ground with the crisp sound of biscuits breaking.

"Metal Corrosion"! This is the Seven-Colored Dragon’s Metal Magic!

In the face of this terrifying magic, the Royal Guards positioned in the front were the most unlucky; their weapons and armor rapidly corroded as if splashed with sulfuric acid, emitting large patches of ruin. Were it not for the swift dispersion of Alina’s Banishing Song by several High Priests, the men would have been left with only their fists and underpants. The followers who were shielded behind the guards were slightly better off, though they still faced some hindrance. The green and inexperienced militia gawked in terror, grateful that they had not yet donned the Crown Thorns Armor-------They failed to realize that, with the density of Earth Core Mysterious Iron and the tempering techniques of the Difeng Giants, the Crown Thorns Armor was not so easily corroded. Such is the peasant mentality."

Beamon’s elite forces were no slouches either, the moment they mistook the Seven-Colored Dragon’s attack, all the Mages activated their shields. The "whoosh whoosh" sound of the arrow rain tearing through the air showcased the Centaur archers’ excellent qualities to the fullest. From the moment they encountered the baptism of Magic, the first volley of arrows already had their arrowheads corroded. However, the Centaur archers quickly discarded the arrows on their fingers, drawing the second batch of long arrows from their quivers, locking onto the two Dragon Clan members in the sky without needing to aim.

The dense arrow rain, like sliding off something greasy, neatly veered off five yards in front of the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim. The Fairy Dragon, Luna, had already teleported behind Ibrahim, her eyes filled with slyness and scorn.

This was "Metal Immunity"! The "Magnetic Bipolar Skin Armor" of the Seven-Colored Dragon was indeed not for show. As long as he wished, the arbitrary switching of the magnetic field could make all metallic objects unable to come within five yards of his body! This included the feathered arrows with metal arrowheads!

The Seven-Colored Dragon moved freely among the ten thousand horsemen, relying on this Metal Immunity, a terribly extreme battle talent! Against the Seven-Colored Dragon, apart from Magic, there was no other way!

Four royal Elf Mages who could not hold back any longer made their move. Following the arrow rain, wind blades were fired at the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim. The only weak point of the Seven-Colored Dragon was his not-so-high resistance to Magic, but that was relative. Even though he did not have the Fairy Dragon’s Magic Immunity, the Magic resistance of a Seven-Colored Dragon would not be inferior to that of a high-level Magical Beast.

Like two interlocking spinning tops, the Fairy Dragon, Luna, wrapped her arms around Ibrahim’s waist from behind, spinning like a windmill, not only absorbing all the wind blades but also, as she spun rapidly, Ibrahim did not forget to casually wave his hand. The long spears and giant axes in the hands of the royal Elf Mages’ guards seemed to be pulled by something, and they flew straight towards the Mages’ heads. "Clang clang clang," amidst a flurry of flashing blades, the four pale-faced Elf Mages remained unscathed, saved by the King’s golden Staff that dispersed all the weapons, which gained several new slash marks and trembled incessantly.

"Quite the martial skill!" The Seven-Colored Dragon’s laughter rang through the air, as if praising Beamon King’s ageless prowess, casually waving his hand once more, the entire body of His Majesty the King suddenly seemed to be lifted by something and gently rose.

The nobility’s screams were frantic and hysterical.

"Some philosopher once said, the human body also contains metal components," the voice of the Seven-Colored Dragon was filled with mockery, "I can prove just how correct that statement is."

His Majesty the King’s body suddenly swelled, and his hunched back straightened out in the air. The invisible force holding him aloft vanished in an instant, and the King plummeting from a height of five meters was like a javelin falling from the sky, piercing straight into the ground, causing the entire stadium to thud. His golden mane stood on end, and his expression was as fierce as it could be.

"Our insignificance and fragility are not reasons for others to bully us at will," the King’s voice, like a great bell, echoed through the heavens. His figure, made immensely grand by the Berserk transformation, was like a war god, too intense to face. His dark green pupils, not a trace of red from the Berserk transformation, were instead remarkably clear—signs of the finest Berserk transformation!

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