Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2200 - 675: Countdown to the Final Battle [1]

Throughout Aegean history, there have been three World Wars involving multiple races, during which the invasions by the Sea Clan and Demon Clan each accounted for one. The arrival of these two powerful entities once left numerous tales of tragic glory and turbulent storms in Aegean history, annihilating many long-standing races. Now, these two dragons crossing the river plan to join forces, leaving the extent of damage they’ll wreak on Aegean unknown to anyone.

With the Underworld Clan and Mulan thrown in the mix, today’s Aegean has already faced invasions from four different levels of aggressors!

After clearly assessing their surroundings with open eyes, the Aegean Race not only didn’t lose morale but instead erupted with an intense sense of pride and courageous determination to sacrifice themselves heroically!

The long-absent Berserkers of Tel Aviv donned bear skins, picked up their ancestral battle axes, and stepped out from their wild northern lands; the woodland-dwelling Elves and mountain-avoiding Dwarves gathered from all directions into a mighty alliance moving towards the battlefield’s center; Hobbit Halflings, volcanic red-skinned people, Sethites, Tuskal People, Druids, seemingly vanished minority groups from the annals of history, emerged from forests, caves, canyons, and marshes to join the burgeoning resistance forces.

Even the Dubin Kingdom has started to seriously contemplate whether to dispatch their troops, although they are indigenous to the distant Hundred Thousand Mountains, they are still part of the Aegean Race.

No one has any room left to escape this war!

Upon receiving the Demon Clan’s proclamation, Richard was leading his subordinates to take magic portraits, prepared for the Starlight Avenue. As the true backbone of the Summer Palace, group photos and personal portraits were necessary; with these magic portraits, royal scholars could specifically describe achievements.

The messenger from the Demon Clan was a robust fearsome knight, who, after handing over the proclamation, stood aside with great interest, secretly laughing as he watched the rows of Summer Palace guards incessantly shouting "cheese."

Originally, there was nothing wrong, but a loose-lipped comment caused trouble.

"Your armor’s not bad." When he saw Korina walk past after the photoshoot, the fearsome knight casually greeted him. It was his first time seeing the gilded Crown Thorns Armor, and the thorn-like trigonal steel studs adorned like a rose bush fascinated him.

With a burst of sparks, Korina casually flicked the butt of his cigar onto the fearsome knight’s face as he passed by.

A row of mammoth warriors walked by, eyes straight ahead, and then all turned around simultaneously, spreading out and surrounding the fearsome knight in the center.

Each mammoth warrior towered over the fearsome knight, their arms thicker than his waist; the swords they carried were suitable as door frames for eighty percent of the Demon World’s civilians.

True to his role as a messenger, the fearsome knight showed no fear, didn’t even wipe away the cigar ash from his face, raised his head high, glared angrily at the head warrior Beamon group, and growled in imperfect Aegean Common Language: "What’s skillful about having numbers, if you dare to fight me one-on-one!"

The mammoth warriors laughed.

"Just kidding around earlier." Korina softly stroked the horns on the Demon Clan warrior’s head as one would caress the mane of a Larza Beast: "This armor is called Crown Thorns Armor, it’s clad with Jing Gold! Do you see these clusters of steel thorns? Designed with geometric angles, they can cross-block attacks, why don’t you try with your Crystal Broadsword if you don’t believe me."

The Demon Clan messenger didn’t hesitate, drew his sword, and slashed towards Korina’s face; the fluctuating Dou Qi on the blade proved his martial skills were indeed exceptional.

The Crystal Broadsword was gripped by a powerful hand out of nowhere. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Richard split the Crystal Sword into two as if snapping a sugarcane, standing beside the Demon Clan messenger, naturally stopping the potential bloodshed.

"Throw him into the underground lava river for a bath." After dismantling the joints of the Demon Clan messenger with a few swift movements, the Overlord stuffed the war declaration into his mouth, then turned away to continue taking photos.

"Richard, hurry up, quick!" Golinny waved flirtatiously to old Richard, holding the Memory Crystal Ball.

This time it was a group photo with the Cambridge priestly assembly, as Helen and Moer took out their most cherished outfits, one dazzling peacock feather robe and the other a heron feather robe glimmering like snow under the moonlight. Old Richard, with his black mane, sat in the center holding two similarly dressed younger ones, resembling a bear breaking into a bird garden.

"Change outfits, change outfits, you need different attire for each unit’s photo, just wearing this Shaman crown won’t do!" Elise heckled from the side.

"And Helen and Moer, hurry, hurry, hurry..." Elise stammered in her eagerness.

Old Richard, pressured, could only smile wryly and lead Helen and Moer, so they could get up and change outfits.

The Summer Palace’s various units have now settled on their regular outfits, the female priests of the Cambridge priestly assembly uniformly choosing classical attire, while the male priests and old Richard’s taste remained similar, unanimously opting for an improved version with double-breasted copper storm buttons and a black baseball cap, looking like a group of Aegean version Chen Zhen at first glance.

If someone from Earth were to accidentally cross through now, they’d probably think they were in the wrong place.

But that’s not the most exaggerated aspect, as the Punisher Corps has formally adopted pirate outfits as their standard gear, with hats bitten into ship shapes, everyone with gold hoops in their ears, archers all carrying swords, walking stealthily and adeptly communicating with eye signals.