Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1999 - 638: Each More Poisonous Than the Last

"Better to return~ better to return~ better to return~"

A pair of cuckoos, clutching crimson berries, skimmed the lush meadow with slanted wings.

Large and small stone statues stood lonely on the Primitive Ancient Origin, their calm and ancient eyes watching two tall figures walking alone.

"This bird is a cuckoo, right? Its call is so melodic, it stirs the imagination." The Witch King Jia Bao was still so exquisite, her radiant beauty captivating.

When the lady is graceful, she dresses in mourning.

The pale white gown, transparent crystal high-heeled sandals, and slightly delicate face made Jia Bao today lack her usual regal splendor, yet added a fragile beauty that stirred compassion.

"Speaking of which, the underground fallen elves once subjugated the cuckoo Beamon; but the cuckoo people’s motto ’better to return~’ eventually aroused the fallen elves’ suspicion, forcing them to marry horned Beamon and ultimately leading to their extinction." Rommel, also dressed in a snow-white tailored robe, was like a stately tree in the breeze, remarkably elegant.

In the distance lay the cloud-clad, perpetually snow-capped Mount Tamerlarya.

Beneath them was the bustling wilderness where bees and butterflies frolicked among blooming wildflowers.

Like characters walking in a painting, majestic and Jia Bao both wore pure white attire.

The gentleman handsome, the lady glamorous, from afar they resembled a perfect couple made in heaven.

Do not underestimate the clothes they wore; these were woven from silks spun by the Demon World’s overworld overlords, as tough as steel. In the Demon Continent, only the three great monarchs and highly esteemed court favorites wore such clothing.

"Compared to the Demon World, this place is more perfect than a dreamlike paradise." Jia Bao bent down to pick a pale yellow wildflower, pinned it in her radiant hair, and gazed at the endless green bamboo sea ahead with a sigh: "If this were not a place contested by military forces, it would be so lovely; I would never allow any Demon Clan army to set foot on this land and spoil its tranquility and beauty."

Beneath two suspended and imposing Flying Peaks, a Sleeping Beauty lay slumbering amid the willow weave.

Gigantic wooden barrels poured trickling streams that washed over the endless green vines and flowers forming the Sleeping Beauty’s hair.

This was a world of fragrant flowers and birdsong, a celestial domain on earth.

Beyond the vast bamboo sea, there were hundreds of acres of golden sunflowers and verdant melon fields.

Bamboo stalls and scarecrows were erected in the center of the fields, and diligent farmers worked hard amidst the distant drifting sounds of scholarly tunes.

"This area was originally a well-known wasteland in the Primitive Ancient Origin, the metallic red soil so rich that even the humblest weeds could not grow." Rommel smiled faintly: "But with his arrival, within a year, it became the center of the Southern Wasteland, the terrestrial palace of the war god Kampas and a sacred place for all wasteland bandits to worship and pay tributes. As long as you bear olive branches, you will be met with tolerance and friendliness here."

Dozens of towering camels, ridden by baboon-like savage knights, whizzed by from afar, a dying Adidasma dragged by ropes rolling through the fallen floral fragrance, heading straight to the city of the Sleeping Beauty.

Rommel and Jia Bao were dumbfounded for quite a while, both thinking these wasteland thieves were bold and lucky enough.

"I truly don’t know how he’s managed to make these lawless thieves so obedient!" The Queen of Lich sighed longingly. She had read all historical records about that person, finding it hard to imagine how he built his empire from scratch on the wasteland, living in such splendor today.

"This city possesses the highest level of alchemical power on the Aegean Continent. They’ve created abyss projections that can shield the vision; if it were wartime, we wouldn’t be able to see the entirety of Florence today." Rommel’s face returned to calm: "This city has the most professional and valiant army, the most pure and firm faith, top-tier weaponry costly enough to bankrupt any king, and a supply base supported by over a billion citizens. They rose to power through southern conquests and northern wars, plundering advanced technologies and ideas from various regions, allowing themselves to stand ahead as a city of war across the continent. I’ve never seen in historical accounts anyone like them, who could develop and grow by sustaining war with war! Their ability to conquer wasteland bandits is understandably no surprise."

"Then tell me, Mei Qing, about the situation between the Sea Clan army and their Beamon, how will it evolve?" Queen Jiabao asked softly: "Will his involvement change the course of the Sea Clan and Beamon war?"

"I estimate it’ll eventually reach a standoff, with the Sea Clan army besieging but not attacking, while Beamon holds the fortress, each side expending resources." Rommel laughed: "The strategic layout of the Sea Clan is very clear. Once the two major Sea Clan legions landing on the Donau Wasteland sweep through the Bimon Kingdom, they will march into Dorott, attacking the rear of the Aegean Humans from the west side! Presently, every move made by Beamon is not just defending themselves, but also protecting the human rear."

"Dorott won’t be easy to attack!" Queen Jiabao sneered: "That fortress is the most formidable I’ve ever seen!"

"You can’t say that! Dorott is defended by elite human troops originally prepared to resist the Demon Clan army. Now everyone knows the Demon Clan army won’t make any moves for the time being, so the appearance of the Sea Clan army will surely prompt them to send some forces to participate in the battle of the great Kalimdo Plains! If Beamon can hold on for just one more day, humans will enjoy a day of comfort," Rommel said with scholarly humor: "Our Lucian is also preparing to join the land and sea battle to defend Aegean. The Sea Clan army is too insane; they have too large a population base, and with slaves, the land of the Aegean Continent is not enough to distribute. Don’t be fooled by their willingness to surrender now; based on the lessons from the last land-sea battle, once they have a stable rear, all these surface slaves will be systematically slaughtered!"