Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1290 - 360

After nightfall, the four armies of the Bimon Kingdom had completely encircled the four cities.

The temporary command posts had been entirely set up. From east to south, from west to north, Kalimantan City was enveloped by a vast net made of swords and spears, with the cowed Mulanese at the very center.

Organized resistance had been utterly eradicated. Under the support of formidable aerial firepower, not a single Mulan person could attempt to attack a small group of Bimon warriors without being detected.

The Desert People were only skilled in throwing spears, not in archery; this made any effective resistance impossible for them. In fact, even if the Mulan people had enough Archers, their impact would have been limited. The Two-Headed Chimaeras were naturally tough-skinned, and once they donned their amber sandstone Battle Armor, ordinary Bow and Arrows could pose no threat to these flying beasts.

Over two thousand Antelope Warriors from Feilengcui executed the title of "Bimon’s First Buer Warrior" to the fullest. They carried a stamina aura, tireless even after nightfall, continuing the fierce battle. Doors were optional for them; these robust Bimon warriors would often smash the walls in front of them with heavy Metal Totem Poles and flood everything inside like a tsunami.

The Tauren Warriors of the Buer Tribe were one of the two main forces of the Bimons, but the Tauren had a significant weakness—nyctalopia.

When night fell, their visibility descended into a blur, severely limiting their combat effectiveness due to their impulsive natures. But the Golden Ring Warriors were different. These warriors, who grew up in the dark underworld, excelled in pitch-black areas, relying on their keen sense of smell and hearing to fight. Compared to them, any Bimon warrior was undoubtedly inferior. Their extraordinary strength and excellent blind fighting techniques allowed the Antelope Warriors to peel the exteriors of Kalimantan’s most luxurious mansions, most glittering auction houses, and the biggest shops like paring an apple, revealing the tender contents within.

Liu Zhenhan hadn’t returned to Feilengcui to rest; like all the other Bimon warriors, he was in a state of extreme excitement.

This Mulanese province was simply too wealthy!

The Caliph’s Royal Palace alone kept the Summer Palace warriors busy for the better part of the night. With the vast transfer capability of the Seven-degree Golden Spatial Ring, even if a mouse entered the glittering Royal City, it could only climb out of the gate with tears of indignation; due to the Lantern Festival, the city had also drawn in a myriad of foreign merchants. These merchants had come from afar with considerable treasures and goods, which now all became the spoils of the Bimon warriors.

It can fairly be said that although the population of this city only amounted to one-sixth of the entire Bimon population, in terms of wealth, it was in no way inferior to the Bimon Kingdom.

With troops of Bimon warriors around, and the exceptional talents of Elder Andulan and Ning Yu coordinating the internal affairs, Old Liu simply played the role of a hands-off boss. He led his personal guard on windfalls, targeting wealthy households and places like the "Crown Jewel" auction house for their raids, plundering everything that caught his eye. freёnovelkiss-com

After keeping busy for a full two days and nights without sleep, by the third night, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t take it anymore. He simply laid down his head and fell asleep, completely forgetting about the "Eye of the Dream" that the Imam had blessed him with.

Once he entered dreamland, Liu Zhenhan found himself lying on a fragrant bed, his mind suddenly awake as he looked around frantically.

It was a small and cozy room; looking up, he could see a wooden ceiling. Around him were simple tables and chairs, and simple furniture carried a light, refreshing fragrance of wood. A vase sat on the window sill, with warm sunlight bathing a bunch of white wildflowers.

Liu Zhenhan realized he was covered with a very comfortable blanket, and his Mithril Fist and all his belongings were still there, but his body felt weak as if he had a hangover.

Worst of all, his Elemental Power and formidable physical strength had vanished without a trace.

This discovery made him feel a sudden apprehension.

A beautiful girl, dreamlike as though stemming from a fantasy, sat on the edge of the bed, smiling tenderly at Liu Zhenhan, her expression as natural as a virtuous wife gazing at her beloved husband.

Liu Zhenhan scrutinized her intently, his gaze sharp.

The girl did nothing coquettish; she just sat quietly on the edge of the bed, darning a boot sole, occasionally running the needle through her long hair.

The girl had an oval face and bright eyes with white teeth, with cascading blue hair that fell into dozens of fine braids over her shoulders, emitting a sapphire-like radiance, faintly.

Damn, a Succubus, Liu Zhenhan thought.

"I am not called a Succubus; I have a name. I am Sylph, a Dream Chaser from the Dream Realm," the girl lifted her head with a smile, her voice gentle like water, very soft. She spoke these four sentences in four different languages: Chinese, ancient Elvish, Beamon language, and Continental common language.

I don’t care who you are, Liu Zhenhan thought with a slight tremor in his heart.

"I am your agent in the Dream Realm, whether you acknowledge it or not, I am," Sylph went on speaking, but she accidentally pricked her fingertip. The blood rounded like beads, and she sucked on her fingertip while continuing to speak to Liu Zhenhan.