Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2002 - 638: Each More Poisonous Than the Last_4
"What a cruel trap!" Jia Bao and Rommel were drenched in cold sweat.
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"Your Majesty, Witherspoon’s battle has begun. Our reserves are ready and can assist the northeast at any time." Prince Kahn, wielding his massive golden sword, spoke gruffly to his brother, King Sal.
"Were the southern provinces’ priests and House archers sent over?" King Sal glanced at his brother and then returned his gaze to the bronze telescope, continuing to observe the main camp of the Hai Mu coalition.
"In the past six days, thirty thousand House archers and thirty thousand Buer warriors have been added to Witherspoon! We must thank His Majesty for providing the Seven-degree Gold Rings and magic power elixirs!" Prince Kahn laughed heartily, "But since there’s no battle here, we might as well go support them over there! It’s the first time I’ve realized that wars can be about moving troops and deploying such strategies!"
"Don’t be reckless! It’s fine to move some elites from Sabak over, but if too many are relocated and a war suddenly breaks out here, you’ll be crying!" His Majesty straightened his back and tapped his brother’s head with the staff, "Don’t rush. Let’s see if my trap successfully works. If it does, we won’t be able to leave."
Prince Lionheart Kahn rolled his eyes in confusion, unsure about the trap his brother mentioned.
Outside Sabak City, teams of Mulan Camel Cavalry and teams of Bat Ray Riders began their parade. They hadn’t experienced Witherspoon’s brutal siege battle, and their morale was high.
As the sky gradually darkened, a lucky team of Bat Ray Riders spotted a shimmering reflection amidst a berry bush. Flying over to investigate, they found a massive steel plaque, fifteen meters on each side, with numerous exquisite crystals inlaid to form a six-pointed star formation.
The steel plaque was too large and heavy. The excited Bat Ray Riders tried to move it but couldn’t.
Suddenly, Sabak City’s gate swung open, and a group of Wolf Cavalry charged at the Bat Ray Riders, brandishing scimitars. Due to the distance, the surrounding Mulan Cavalry and Bat Ray Riders all converged, firmly blocking the Wolf Cavalry’s path, and a fierce fight ensued.
This Wolf Cavalry’s combat skills were unexpectedly formidable, skillfully wielding blades and proficient with nets, cutting down the Hai Mu coalition’s Scout Cavalry with just two or three faces to the ground.
However, seeing the main camp of the Hai Mu coalition sound the bugle, with a massive wave of cavalry sweeping over the horizon, the Wolf Cavalry had no choice but to retreat back inside Sabak City, filled with resentment.
Thrilled Bat Ray Riders called in powerful Mulan Riders, using dozens of ropes to secure the steel plaque, dragging it back to the Hai Mu coalition’s base camp, provocatively patting their butts toward Sabak’s city wall.
"The fish has taken the bait!" His Majesty, who had kept his eyes glued to the bronze telescope, raised his arm.
Yitiao lazily waved his finger, and together, Ninth Prince Xiao Kong and Castle Lion Dragon Lan Ruoshi moved a giant iron barrel, the size of a table, to the center of the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array, its exterior resembling a pineapple, with layers of steel scales embossed with intricate patterns. More terrifyingly, the barrel was covered with adhesive, filled with countless "Morading’s Wrath." The massive Elephant Vulture wrapped in bandages lazily lay on the city wall, watching them bustle around.
Golden-haired rogue Mattlazi and one-legged phoenix beauty Philin each poured a barrel of white sugar and honey into this giant barrel.
Mattlazi’s face was drenched in sweat, agitatedly cursing, even swearing at King Sal.
"Prepare!" The king, still peering through the bronze telescope, said in a deep voice. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Supported by Qingya, Yitiao slowly rose from his wheelchair, shading his eyes as he gazed into the distance.
The little parrot hurriedly sealed the iron lid of the giant barrel, stooping to pick up a camel wool fuse protruding from the center of the barrel. Wiping his fingertips on his pants, a flickering orange flame appeared around his hand.
"Wait a bit more... wait a bit more..." His Majesty held his eyes tight on the bronze telescope, murmuring, "There aren’t enough mages yet... this is a magic teleportation array... with so many teleportation crystals... no way mages wouldn’t come to see this..."
"Damn it, I can’t hold back anymore! How much longer do we have to wait?" the little parrot angrily swore, with Thorn Bird Beibei on his shoulder continuously singing soothing songs to calm this fiery fellow.
"A big shot is coming... surrounded by everyone is a big shot..." His Majesty took a deep breath, and after about a minute, suddenly removed his eyes from the bronze telescope, waving his hand vigorously at Mattlazi and yelled, "Now! Go, go, go!"
The golden-haired rogue pinched the camel wool fuse with his left hand, igniting it with the flame on his right hand, watching as a stream of flames swiftly crawled up the oil-soaked camel wool string, soon diving into the iron barrel’s interior.
The Prairie Elf Mages, already prepared, injected magic power into the formation in response, activating the magic teleportation process.
A characteristic "totem" sound of space-time teleportation echoed, followed by a soaring silver-white magic teleportation beam piercing the dark distant sky.
"Damn it, why hasn’t it exploded yet?" The little parrot stared in disbelief at the distance, "According to the experiment, it should have detonated! Could they have managed to extinguish the fuse spiraling around the barrel?"
As his words ended, a massive orange-red fireball suddenly erupted from the horizon.
Moments later, a thunderous roar reverberated across Sabak and the wasteland, echoing with resound.
The black mushroom cloud shot into the sky like an umbrella, strikingly visible even in the gloomy weather.
In this battle, over three hundred Storm Splitter sorcerers, Mermaids, Sirens, and Mulan Imams perished together on a magic teleportation array mine, with hundreds more severely burned. The death list included the Sea Clan’s commander, Coral Peak Prince Paul Ince and Siren Countess Yametie, along with Mulan Grand Imam Hussein Pepiton, whose status in the Mulan magical community was akin to Aegean Saint Chiao.
Their demise left a vivid record in historical texts, as this brilliantly successful decapitation action was conceived by the Beamon King and a group of wounded soldiers with idle minds. This event was so casual that it wasn’t even pre-informed to the Shaman of Divine Songs, considered to rule the era, highlighting its jesting nature.
Although many later believed that if placed in such circumstances, there were countless ways to evade the giant burning explosive iron barrel’s sneak attack, regrettably, these influential figures of the Hai Mu coalition lacked such reflex abilities.
The precious teleportation crystals dazzled them, while the giant iron barrel seemed to register no threat. In the words of the era, their narrow-mindedness ran deep.
Thus, the tragedy inevitably occurred.
This was also the second wave of inexplicably stifled deaths among heavenly rank powerhouses in the Fourth World War of the Aegean Continent’s "Five Races Fate War."
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