Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1263 - 348 An Eye for an Eye_4

"What is this ’mysterious iron’?" Master Puskas gasped for breath. He didn’t come from the alchemy industry, and to him, this professional terminology was as foreign as a distant mountain, somewhat incomprehensible.

"Mysterious iron is the essence of steel! Every ton of steel can only yield twenty pounds of mysterious iron." Master Aymar held up two fingers and kept shaking his head, "This is steel that will never rust, the most solid essence of steel! Even with over two hundred mines, our Pompeii Empire could never afford such luxury! Over four hundred sets of mysterious iron battle armor! Look at the super thickness of those armors; each set weighs at least six hundred pounds. Oh my god, how much fine steel would that consume? Isn’t this a waste?"

As soon as these insider details were revealed, everyone around formed an ’O’ with their mouths, and Mourinho’s eyes went wide, like a rapist on parole seeing a sow with double eyelids.

"That’s nothing! My cherished son-in-law still has much magical metal, it’s just that he let Ibrahim’s precious daughter squander them. Daisy isn’t an alchemist by trade, only having learned a bit of simple forging. I wonder, how did she dare to craft those armors?" Master Puskas boasted to Ibrahim, "It’s not that I’m mocking your Dragon Clan, but while you learn quickly, you master nothing and are too proud of your mediocre skills!"

The Seven-Colored Dragon rolled its eyes in exasperation, comforting itself: Damn! Your son-in-law? If it weren’t for your old age, I’d definitely knock out one of your big front teeth. There’s always an order to these things, right?

"Let’s not talk about this anymore; it just makes my chest hurt!" Master Aymar became incensed, "I never thought that in the poor iron nation of the Bimon Kingdom, there would be a rural militia waving weapons forged from magical metal. If that metal were used for my plating..."

"Thank goodness it wasn’t!" Master Stefano breathed a sigh of relief, "If that were the case, His Majesty of our Saint Francisco Empire would undoubtedly force me to produce a Forbidden Curse Scroll!"

At this time, Liu was unaware of how these important figures were discussing him behind his back. Before entering the Forbidden Magic Domain, relying on the physical strength he had accumulated, he successively pulled up three roadside flowerbed walls and hurled them toward the stone sluice gate. Amidst the crashing impact, the sluice began to show large cracks and trembles. For humans, such a barrier was not really suitable for the Bimon, nor was it a threat for the not-yet-entered Forbidden Magic Domain Liu, who, without the gaze of high-level mages to intercept him, hurled the flowerbeds slightly off-target, one nearly reaching the city wall, causing Mulanese soldiers to duck and exclaim in shock.

With the protection of two archers and the shield-heavy armors, several royal guards quickly rushed into the city gate, drew out their war hammers, and fiercely pounded the stone sluice, sending a flurry of dust into the air. They had hoped to lift the sluice, but with no points to leverage from all around, their frustration was palpable.

Rodman’s mount, the thunder beast, had a natural desire to destroy stone creations. It thrashed its rear and struck with its huge hammer and antlers, creating a large indentation and a web of radiating cracks in the sluice, which now rapidly showed several large holes. Fat Luo positioned the Fei Lian ballista against one of the stone holes and triggered it fiercely. The sound of the sluice breaking and the ghastly screams followed, with blood seeping out from the bottom of the sluice.

Liu was filled with rage! In the past, or without the Forbidden Magic Domain, he would have smashed the sluice to pieces with one strike, but today he had to pound away at it like a laborer.

Vieri and Iverson, seeing the sluice on the brink of collapse, immediately rode their mounts up the city wall. The giant tree marmot and the jeweled sword spider might not have looked graceful running, but they excelled in climbing.

The two elite guards started from the city gate and stealthily clung to the outer side of the city wall. They were suddenly met with the sight of two giant beasts poking their heads above the battlements, nearly causing the busy Mulan Mojie on the city tower to have a stroke.

Knight Pier let out a huge roar, holding up a dragon turtle shell shield that was outrageously large, blocking the thrown spears and crossbow bolts from above. The giant tree marmot’s twelve-inch claws, like scratching tree bark, agilely climbed up the stone wall.

The little giant moved even faster, taking advantage of the web strands sprayed by the Sword Spider, he glued to the merlons and in a sway, he was up on the city wall. At that time, a large group of Mulanese were still cooking hot oil atop the wall. They were in too much of a hurry; the hot oil had not yet been heated enough. With the loss of the twelve "Tower of Light’s Wish," the defensive force of the Caliph Royal City had been greatly weakened. The guards had never imagined that they would one day be attacked, and were now tasting the bitter fruits of their negligence. The sharp mandibles of the Sword Spider swiftly "crunched" through a fool who was adding wood to a fire, and a strand of spider silk, sticky with the bodies of several unfortunate souls, dragged them into the blazing pile of wood, eliciting a chorus of screams.

Alas, it was a Forbidden Magic Domain, otherwise this Sword Spider, which possessed dark power, could have summoned a bone spider from the corpses to aid in the battle.

Iverson pulled out his ebony staff and went on a rampage, kicking over one can of cold oil after another, then sent silhouettes flying with each swing. His overpowering force and sturdy armor made him like a starving wolf plunging into a flock of sheep. Since the old city battle, Iverson had prepared two 3.5-meter-long ebony staffs for himself, so that he’d have a way to show his strength should the Flame Sword ever become useless.

By the time the Berserker Knight Vieri sluggishly climbed onto the city wall, this already chaotic battlefield began to rain blood and carnage, becoming utterly one-sided.

This temple soldier wielding a long-handled battle axe came from the Bimon Kingdom’s strongest close combat troop. Perched atop a giant tree marmot’s saddle, he towered three times the height of Mulanese warriors. With a sweep of his axe, an open space emerged before him. Twisted, screaming torsos flew directly toward the city below.

Vieri’s weapon was too heavy and massive; the round shields equipped by the Mulan Mojie were like paper in front of his immense axe, even his own shield was like a door-sized deadly weapon swung to crush foes. His armor was equally excessive. Bolts fired at close range would shatter upon impact, rendering even the most valiant Mulan Mojie discouraged with a mere glance.

The robust-bodied giant tree marmot, seemingly simple and honest in appearance, was in fact a genuine beast of ferocity. Running forward, its two front paws flailing like a duck’s, it was half charging, half scratching wildly, its twelve-inch sharp claws wreaking havoc among the crowd, as if the steel itself could be torn apart.

"Damn it!" By the side, Yi could no longer contain himself. He transformed back into his crane form, pulled up a stone stele used to tether camels, shouted for others to clear the way, and with a wing carrying the stele, flew towards the city gate and hurled it in one fierce motion.

With a "boom," the already battered gate crumbled, creating a vast hole. Splinters of stone scattered in every direction, and amid the cloud of dust, Liu Zhenhan and Rodman stood in front of the wide-open gate, beyond which lay a world of glittering splendor waiting to be plundered.

Liu Zhenhan pointed with both arms, and groups of Bimon warriors, arriving on horseback, swarmed into the city. General Pan Gude, chewing on a bamboo strip and exuding chill air, unfolded two angular lances, the first to charge into this city of sin. As he opened his mouth, a burst of "Drunken Hero Engulfing Flame" engulfed four or five Mulan knife-wielders obstructing his path, turning them into burning figures with flames spouting from their nostrils and eye sockets, filling the air with the scent of alcohol. They shrieked hysterically, ran wildly, and finally fell to their knees and curled up.

Spears fell like rain, long knives whistled through the air.

Guoguo stood at Liu Zhenhan’s feet, tossing aside her bowling ball-sized hammer. She fumbled in her pouch for a long time, pulling out a cigar and lighting it on the flaming orifices of a dead body, puffing out smoke with her rosy little nostrils fiercely.

"We’re rich," Liu Zhenhan said, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the palatial royal city in front of him.