Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1266 - 349: The Imam with the Grimoire_3

"I am just a plaything enslaved by you, a fellow of the beautiful fox, beautiful dog, and beautiful cat, a Beamon from the Aegean Continent." Liu Zhenhan bared his teeth in a rogue’s smile and snapped his fingers, "It’s been a while since I’ve played with a semi-moving sideways target, who wants to help me test the feeling?"

The two strongest and most powerful Kings of the Hill stepped forward, each grabbing an Imam’s ankle, lifting them upside down in hand, as the two unfortunate Imams screamed repeatedly.

Liu Zhenhan pulled out the Ancient Power Fire Gun tucked behind Guoguo, opened the bullet chamber, checked it, then flicked his hand and cocked the gun with a "click," taking a half-sideways stance and nodding to the Kings of the Hill.

Buckley immediately understood, spinning in place like swinging a hammer throw until a trail of blue smoke appeared on the stone floor from the twisting of his massive foot, then he violently let go and flung it into the air. The Imam, with a series of screams, flew up into the sky like a comet, flailing about artlessly.

With a "bang," the Imam burst open like a broken-winged bird, a poof of blood flowers exploding from his body as he plummeted towards the temple ceiling, leaving a bloody trail across the roof tiles like a tumbling gourd before crashing onto the steps.

Liu Zhenhan twisted the cigar butt out of Guoguo’s mouth and bit it himself, ignited his Morading fury, bending at the waist as he steadied the gun and squinted at the other King of the Hill holding an Imam, Bartel, and waved him over.

Another explosion rang out, and another smashed body fell from the sky, tumbling and rolling to a stop, its limbs still twitching slightly.

With a "plop," the remaining three Imams all knelt down, trembling all over, nearly fainting.

"Flatten this royal city, don’t let go of anything valuable! Oh, and don’t forget to capture that Caliph for me!" Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily, waving his hands forward, and a large swarm of Bimon warriors roared wildly, brandishing their gleaming weapons, and charged into the heart of the royal city in four detachments.

The inside of the Caliph Royal City immediately echoed with a great wail, like an entire city with shattered bones crying out in its ultimate despair. The courage to resist was lost, not a single man was willing to go forth and face death, these Bimon warriors were simply beyond their ability to contend with.

"Come out with me!" Liu Zhenhan cocked his head at the three quivering Imams, not forgetting to shake the fire gun in his hand and stabbing it into the still-twitching corpse of another Imam. This half-dead Imam had a hole in his chest and a gun sword in his neck but was still not quite dead. He somehow found the strength to grab the sharp gun sword with one hand, his eyes, overflowing with blood, glaring fiercely at Liu Zhenhan.

"Obischillaci! The Mulanese really have a backbone! I like that!" Liu Zhenhan offered insincere praise, with a strong pull, five cleanly severed fingers flew into the air, those bloodshot eyes smashed into mush by a rifle butt, the skull crushed against the stone floor, brains splattered everywhere.

The oldest of the three Imams kneeling on the ground couldn’t hold on any longer, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed limply. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"What are you waiting for? Come out with me!" Liu Zhenhan laughed at the other two Imams, pointing towards the city gates.

A few of the palace guards, half dragging and half carrying, took the two mechanically-minded Mulan Imams away, while Fat Luo drew his longsword and pierced through the heart of the already fainted Imam, wiped the bloody blade on his boot, and sheathed his sword with flair.

Outside the broken city gate, approximately five hundred soldiers of the Cambridge Mixed Brigade had gathered, half Ostrich Cavalry and half archers mounted on camels. Master Aymar and Master Stefano stood with their arms crossed, awaiting Liu Zhenhan’s emergence. The wide main street was now devoid of any figures, silent as death.

"The two masters, thank you for your trouble. To the Temple of the Fire God!" Liu Zhenhan gestured to Fat Luo behind him, indicating for him to follow.

"Richard, haven’t you noticed that a master has already blocked our way?" Master Puskas, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his old vision now shining brightly.

"I have noticed, and I stayed behind to deal with him," Liu Zhenhan lifted his fire gun and shouted toward the reflection of the buildings at the street corner, "How much longer do you intend to hide?"

The shadows of the buildings on the ground stirred and slowly rose like steam, forming into a distinct human figure amidst the distortion, gradually turning around.

It was a face of sickly pale, with faint eyebrows, a delicate complexion devoid of facial hair, and a frail-looking body. But the eyes were unique; one glance at those thin-blooded eyes revealed hatred and destruction, a destruction that consumed others as much as it consumed himself.

Countless arrows, glinting with a ghostly light, aimed directly at him.

"Not bad, you can even see through a Shadow Series Spell’s invisibility; truly a Great Magician!" The man in the black robe cradled an ancient bronze magic tome, looking very young with a thin, high-pitched voice like that of a child. He seemed unconcerned by the dense arrows pointed at him.

"Your command of the common language of the continent is not bad, say, who are you?" Liu Zhenhan sneered, signaling the camel-mounted archers to relax: "Truth be told, I’m rather impressed with you. A master like you could have slipped away without trouble; why then present yourself before so many of us? Do you really believe you can defeat us?"

"I was indeed thinking of leaving, but since your Saint Chiao has already deployed the Forbidden Magic Domain, I suppose his magic power is now limited. I wanted to give it a try." The black-robed man smiled coyly, his demeanor strangely enchanting: "I am Imam Manali, the mentor of Rommel."

"Heh... All laughed, for this Imam Manali was truly no ordinary boastful man—he was so arrogantly foolish it was almost silly."

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