Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2178 - 670: Two Against One (Part 1)
The remaining four Dungeon Archers, true to their seasoned nature, instinctively sensed the impending threat. With a swift lift of their backs, they launched the prepared flying spears, beautifully intercepting the lethal arrows descending in succession at low altitude.
The contest between high-ranking archers was as brief as a fleeting white horse. Arrows and flying spears flew back and forth in low air. In just a moment, two more slower Dungeon Archers fell. Sen was hit by two arrows, and Turan by three arrows, but they were not in vital areas, and they were merely ordinary Jing Gold arrows.
With a quick roll, Sen and Turan agilely dodged behind the massive bodies of their fallen comrades, unfurling their sheaths to release their cultivated Carnivorous Ladybugs.
If they had been underground a moment ago, they might have been able to dig a tunnel and escape. Now, on the surface, turning to flee would guarantee certain death.
The Beamon archers always operated in pairs, with an effective killing range over great distances. Turan and Sen could judge the enemy’s position based on the trajectory of the arrows, but couldn’t be sure if their flying spears could reach the opponent. Since their hard carapace couldn’t be used as a shield, the best tactic against the Beamon archers was to dig field trenches to minimize the formidable power of the opponent’s Arrow Gang.
That was the purpose of releasing the Carnivorous Ladybugs; they didn’t expect the ladybugs to kill the enemy, but hoped to use the distraction to gain some precious buffer time.
After hearing two Arrow Gang explosions, Sen and Turan dug faster, knowing their released ladybugs were certainly doomed. Judging from the sound of the Arrow Gang’s explosion, the Beamon archers had shifted position again.
"Boss, the opponent is really skilled!" Turan said, using his limb to strenuously pull aside the soil, finally creating a large pit in the ground. He lowered his body and spoke to Sen, who was sweating profusely beside him.
"The one who just hit Daniel used a Willow Iron Arrow!" Sen, hiding behind a corpse, couldn’t conceal his nervousness in his voice. Having roamed this battlefield for days, he recognized what kind of Beamon archer could use the rare metal Willow Iron arrows, which could ignite through friction with air. Such arrows were only used by the sparse but divinely accurate Zheqin!
The divine archer Zheqin differed from the Golden Star Shooter; they preferred to defeat opponents with skill, which was a good thing since Sen and Turan didn’t have to worry about being blown apart by the powerful Arrow Gang. However, it was also bad, as even with standard arrows, the divine archer Zheqin was a terrifying death dealer.
Neither Sen nor Turan wanted to be among the corpses stripped of Jing Gold arrowheads by whistling, jovial Sea Clan scavengers after dark.
Before they could devise a plan, both Dungeon Archers felt overwhelmingly sleepy, their bodies as if laid bare on the frigid, desolate night terrain of the Demon World, chilled to the bone.
"It’s over... the Beamon archers have started using poison..." The earliest Dungeon sniper to arrive at Donau to support the Sea Clan’s combat, "Giant Rock" Strong Sen, swallowed his last breath with a bitter smile. His shell, pierced by two arrows, was rapidly turning bright red—a typical symptom of the Medusa clan’s signature poison, "Seven-Step Peach Powder."
This sniping and counter-sniping battle was just a tiny vignette of the Aegean Battlefield.
Surprising everyone, even beyond their wildest imagination, from September to October, the Demon Clan significantly increased their military support to the Sea Clan. Besides the Black Shatterer, they sent high-ranking Dungeon Archers to join the Sea Clan, though with minimal success.
During this period, at the Forgotten Valley front lines, despite the Sea Clan and Human race not engaging in another massive group offensive or defensive battle, their magic forces remained active. Every night, when Xiang Pa revealed its cratered face from the dark sky, Sea and Land mages would bombard fixed locations with magic.
This magic duel was destined to yield no tangible results. Both sides’ mages displayed the most elaborate and dazzling magic, perfect for showcasing their abilities in elemental manipulation yet not primarily for lethal force—just suitable for friendly competitions among mages.
Interestingly, the Sea and Land mages collaborated seamlessly without any prior communication. They instinctively adopted this extremely gentle and gentlemanly style of combat.
Ordinary soldiers from both Sea and Land forces greatly appreciated this rare spectacle of a magical duel.
Against the deep, ink-like starry sky, thousands of brilliant magical halos rose and fell, woven into abstract artistic patterns with profound natural elements, overshadowing even the annual, sporadic grand display of the Haibo Galaxy’s Leo meteor shower in the golden autumn!
Throughout history, similar scenes have been seen in many battles. At one moment adversaries battled fiercely, yet the next moment they might cheerfully greet each other across trenches. Forgotten Valley was like this, as was Sabak. It illustrated that no matter how many humanity and kindness were extinguished in the battlefield’s relentless carnage, the innate longing for beauty and the optimistic spirit to enlivendull moments among intelligent beings would never be eradicated by slaughter and destruction.
On October 21st, a fundamental and decisive shift finally occurred in the longstanding continental standoff.
Two major battles, with information strictly sealed beforehand, once again shrouded the horizon in war and smoke.
Notably, both battles were intricately linked to the same individual.
This person was Rommel. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
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