Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1255 - 346: Red Belt Fills the City_2

The Flying Camel Legion consisted of a total of forty thousand men, and although it was unknown how many warriors Rommel took with him on his expedition to Maerhan, Liu was certain that Kalimantan City now definitely could not possess a force stronger than the Beamon soldiers. Under the relentless bombardment by Gerein, the unprotected city wall would unquestionably inflict terrible casualties on the Mulanese soldiers.

"It’s so frustrating! Boss, when is it our turn to go up?" Vieri, carrying a massive battle axe, paced back and forth anxiously, while the giant tree marmot sat on the ground next to him, scratching an itch with its paws.

"Don’t rush! The Caliph Royal City is our target! But we’ll have to wait until the encirclement on all four sides is complete!" Liu was not in a hurry; this was just the beginning. There would be more fighting to come, and as for rescuing Princess Nancy, that would be the last thing to be accomplished.

"Whiz~ Whiz~ Whiz~" The torpedo-shaped tail fins on Gerein’s basket emitted a shrill screech as they fell through the air.

This was the screeching Grim Reaper! This was the howling Devil!

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The earth-shattering explosions and waves of fire arose from the western city walls not far away, creating huge mushroom clouds. Shattered bodies burst into the air, wrapped in flames and blood rain, falling from the ramparts. The rays of the Mirror Cannon, like beams of death plummeting from the sky, continued to sweep out despairing screams.

The dark mass of riders on flying beasts, like a flock of ravens hunting in the sky, densely surged toward the other three directions of the city wall.

One of the tons-weight city gates had already fallen!

Kalimantan City groaned, shaking violently!

The pyramid and the statue of Goddess Moni watched in terror as these airborne assassins approached!

Several Aegean Humans’ eyes widened even more, filled with horror. This was their first time witnessing such a dense aerial assault, and one of such formidable power!

"Boss! What should we do with these people?" Gude asked, pointing to the Desert Elves who were still in a deep slumber.

"Except for one elf girl, cut the tendons in the hands and feet of the rest, and pull out their tongues!" Liu replied with a cold laugh. "That girl has two silver rings in her left ear; make sure not to get it wrong!"

In the ensuing loud agreement, one after another, the Desert Elves were awakened from their sleep by pain. They discovered in terror that they were each being pressed to the ground by burly men, who used daggers to sever the tendons in their hands and feet and cut open their cheeks. With a flash of cold light, their soft tongues were sliced off and sent flying into the air, followed by a shower of blood.

Without their tongues, all the Desert Elves could do was let out "hmm hmm" groans through their noses, their severed hand tendons leaving them powerless to do anything but cradle their split cheeks. For the beauty-loving Meinz, this was undoubtedly the cruelest of punishments.

Whether it was the couple from the Seven-Colored Dragon, Master Puskas, Master Aymar, Master Stefano, Mourinho, or the two Dragon Knights, they all turned their gazes away for a moment, unable to bear watching any longer.

Even though they had already seen the pitiful state of the beautiful fox, such punishment still made everyone feel a little unwilling at heart because the severity of this torture had completely exceeded death itself. This was nothing less than tormenting a person alive into an utter wreck.

"Isn’t this too cruel?"

Liu turned suddenly, glaring at the audacious individual who dared to speak to him.

To his surprise, it was the leader among the Dragon Archers who dared to admonish him!

These Dragonfolk mostly stood around three meters tall, with graceful dragon horns on their foreheads, sharp ears, and attractive appearances. Their bodies were agile, and without a doubt, they were the hybrid descendants of Elves and the Dragon Clan, as could be told by the great bows on their backs, indicating they too were skilled in archery.

A few of the Dragonfolk were over five meters tall, robust and strong, with the lower half of their bodies resembling coiled serpent tails. However, they were not Medusa but rather the hybrid descendants of the Beamon’s Chekin Pheasants and the Dragon Clan – the Jiaolong folk.

"What did you say? Say it again, let me hear it!" Liu was livid as he glared at the Dragon Clan leader, a guy named Eto’o, who had a bit of an overbite but was generally handsome, except his eyes were defiant.

"I said, Lord Richard, aren’t you being a bit too cruel?" Dragon Eto’o raised his nose with a cold snort, "Dragon City sent us to help Beamon withstand the Demon Clan, not assist a bloodthirsty butcher!"

"What are you talking about, Eto’o?" Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim was a bit embarrassed.

"Did I say something wrong, Teacher Ibrahim?" Eto’o arrogantly retorted with the pride of the young, "Lord Richard here is clearly a butcher!"

"You’re really arrogant, kid!" Liu sneered, pointing to the influential figures around them as he spoke to the Dragon, "Do you see? So many Dragon Knights and Magic Masters haven’t said a peep, and you dare to butt in? Who do you think you are? You may choose not to help, but please refrain from interfering in Beamon’s military operations, okay? Who do you think you are? Some idiot without a shred of street smarts, you think you’re fit to criticize me?"

Several seasoned Aegean Humans sighed. This Dragon must have read too many chivalrous knight novels; if Beamon’s military operation could be stopped by such falsely righteous and lofty ideals, it would be farcical!

"You reptile! I challenge you to a duel!" Dragon Eto’o trembled with rage, his pride deeply hurt by this Beamon before him, a feeling he’d never experienced before. To a Dragon, who could instantly cast one or two high-level magical spells, there was no race worthy of respect in this world other than his own Dragon Clan.

"Get lost!" Liu waved his hand impatiently, "Go die wherever you’re destined to! I don’t feel like killing an idiot like you!"

A bunch of Feilengcui Warriors surrounded the Dragons in a hunting formation, chilling Kuerke Flying Blades and spears glinted with cold reflections. At this close range, the greater numbers spelled advantage. It wouldn’t matter if a Dragon could instantly cast high-level magic, even a Forbidden Curse would be useless.

"Get these Dragons out of here! I don’t want to see them anymore!" Liu’s statement was meant for the Dragons and everyone else present, "Who are you to act tough if you’re not a war god? Fuck!"

"Richard, you fool, haven’t you ever heard of respecting the virtuous and talented..." Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim could never have imagined that just a few words could lead to such a breakdown. He watched speechlessly as Eto’o led the Dragons toward the Diamond Magic Circle, his father-in-law dumbfounded by his brash son-in-law.

"I need a lot of excellent Archers, but I’ve never lacked such blustering underlings!" Liu bent down to pick up a Desert Elf Archer’s exclusive qin, giving Ibrahim a smile, "Sorry, Uncle, ’respecting the virtuous and talented’ has never existed in my dictionary..."

"Our opponents are here!" Yitiaojie interrupted Liu and Seven-Colored Dragon’s argument, aiming a finger aloft with a haha smile.

Two hundred Phantom Beast Knights rose into the air above Kalimantan City, looking down in terror at the ground where blood and flesh were flying. An epidemic-like iron current swept the key streets of Kalimantan under the glinting blades, countless living bodies turned to minced meat.

"I’ve been waiting for them for a long time!" Liu whistled flippantly, the skeletal Tide Lord Gerein, Netherworld Fire Overlord, and Xu Dela’s ghost lined up, instantly saluting him, Guoguo holding Katusha and her bulging belly, eager to join the fray.

"Metal-based Magical Beast Knights?" Ibrahim directed his rage at these Phantom Beast Knights, "Fuck! Let me handle it! I’m enough all by myself!"

"Count me in, Richard!" Dragon Knight Lampard put the Dragon Horn to his lips, flashing a gentle smile.

"Me too!" the Elf Prince Mari declared, his voice milky as he led his Unicorn forward.

A huge fiery red engulfed the land, and in the shadow of the flames, the elegant and dashing Swan High Priest had already leaped onto the back of the Fire Phoenix.

Black-feathered Yitiaojie and Liu riding on the back of Gerein were quicker, rushing forward, closely followed by the Skull Tyrant and Xu Dela’s ghostly underlings. Dual-headed Golden Dragon Knight Lampard and Fire Phoenix Priest Mourinho weren’t slow, and finally came Prince Mari, galloping through the sky on his Unicorn.

"Fuck! All of you teaming up, you may as well come beat me up!" Master Puskas grumbled discontentedly, "These Mulanese have too damn much face!"