Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1996 - 637: 200,000 vs 1,400,000 (Part 4)

"So it really is you!" Prince Similian, clad in golden armor, hadn’t even arrived, but his voice did first.

"Who is he?" A Siren Marchioness, dressed in beautiful attire and adorned with jewels, fluttered her wings and asked curiously as she flew.

"Hi! I’m Mourinho." Liu Zhenshock smiled and tipped his hat to the Siren Marchioness and all the Sirens flying in the sky, his eyes, shimmering with a silver cross star, electrifying the notorious Sirens.

"I’ve long heard you were handsome, but I didn’t expect you to be so buff as well." The Siren Marchioness smiled provocatively, but as she spoke, she realized something was off: "Huh? If you are the Fire Phoenix priest, then where are your wings?"

"Look! Aren’t these it?" Liu Zhenshock unfurled the "Wings of Starry Sky" on his back, as dazzling as the Milky Way, and the knowledgeable Sirens realized they had been played.

"Feilengcui Lord Richard! I knew this guy would be in Witherspoon!" Prince Similian strode forward to stand before Liu Zhenshock, a line of over ten Banilou Warriors, all tall and robust, godlike in their strength, lined up behind him.

"Shouldn’t my identity make me your brother-in-law? My princely brother-in-law, Similian." Liu Zhenshock nudged the side of his Dream Realm mount with his spurs, and the mysterious steed, stepping gracefully with firelight twirling beneath, advanced two steps. Seeing the distance between them was less than twenty yards, the Banilou Warriors moved protectively in front of the prince.

"Are you planning not to go back alive?" Prince Similian gritted his teeth and pushed aside the Megaptera warriors in front of him: "Why would I come to the Donau Wasteland and not Kalimdo? It’s because I intend to settle an old score with you!"

"Boom!" At the Base Camp’s front, Sea Clan warriors and Mulan warriors together slammed their weapons heavily into the ground, issuing a blatant threat in accord with the prince. Behind Liu Zhenshock, the Manta Ray Cavalry and Camel Cavalry coolly drew their weapons.

"Avril is now in Witherspoon, Similian, don’t you want to go see her?" Liu Zhenshock, unfazed by such threats, likened to a praying mantis waving swords couldn’t stop a rolling wheel.

"No need! Don’t expect me to spare you Bimon because of Avril. You’re mistaken! Richard, if you think that way, you’ve made a big mistake!" Prince Similian laughed wildly: "The thought of my poor sister only makes me hate you and all the Bimon even more!"

"I have nothing more to say, let battle commence! I’m eager for the surprise you Mermaids, Sirens, and Mulanese will bring, but you must remember the military maxim ’Bimon Warriors are peerless under heaven’, as my last advice to you!" Liu Zhenshock was straightforward. He deftly maneuvered the neck of his Nightmare mount and growled softly to the Manta Ray Cavalry blocking behind him: "Hey... an excellent sea dog never blocks the way, haven’t you heard?"

"What makes you start a war with us? Is your head entirely made of stones? See our army? Half-day! No! Four hundred and twenty whale pulses! No! I only need two hundred and ten whale pulses to reduce Witherspoon to rubble!" Prince Similian furiously waved his fist at the back of Liu Zhenshock: "If you don’t kneel down now to lick my boots, soon you’ll be washing their soles with your blood!"

The Sea Clan’s time system is slightly different from the land’s; they calculate time by whale pulses. Banilou’s heart beats seven times per minute fixedly, and Prince Similian claimed just two hundred and ten whale pulses were needed to take Witherspoon, equivalent to thirty minutes.

While his words seemed boastful, considering Prince Similian’s strong backing, it wasn’t impossible.

"Have you heard of the ’Divine Realm War in the Southern Cross Star Forest’?" Liu Zhenshock turned back humorously and sneered at the clueless Mermaid Prince.

"What war?" Prince Similian was utterly baffled and puzzled.

Due to the stark differences in species, the Sea Clan found it unrealistic to scout enemy territory on land. Moreover, they didn’t even intend to conduct battlefield recon; their plan never included it. Lately, overwhelmed by complex military affairs, the Mermaid Prince hadn’t heard of Feilengcui’s great victory against the Demon and Netherworld realms at the Southern Cross Star Forest, forcing every household in mourning.

"Damn it! Just pretend I never said anything..." Liu Zhenshock felt deflated. The news spread too slowly. How could the Sea Clan know nothing?

"Bimon, after this battle, your people will forever be the lowest slaves in our Desert!" A Mulan general, eyes bloodshot and head the size of a strainer, roared angrily at Liu Zhenshock’s back: "Enjoy your final moments; you won’t live long!"

Liu Zhenshock turned back again, disdainfully and sarcastically snarled, reached into a saddlebag, and drew out a string of heads dangling by hemp rope, shaking them at the Mulan general.

These heads were apparently frozen, eyebrows, and hair covered with frost, even the coconut palm patterns on the golden helmets sheathed in a layer of frost.

All the Mulanese present were stunned by this line of frost-covered heads, clearly the heads of ten Daqiong Lut Pashas from the vanguard corps!