Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2201 - 675: Final Battle Countdown [1]_4

This trend is completely top-down; it wasn’t noticeable before, but now it’s been formalized for the sake of Jiechou Heigar.

Led by Guoguo, the newly established Pichu Mage Group all held a pot of pothos, wore black trench coats and ankle-length black pants, topped with bun beanies, and had toad sunglasses perched on their noses.

These Pichus even changed their habits, drinking only skim milk and doing sit-ups before bed. Standing at a meter tall, they looked like a group of not-so-indifferent Italian assassins walking alongside their short partners.

When old Liu just took photos with the Pichu Mage Group, Elise insisted he dress that way, and Ning Yu was even more mischievous. She brought over a pretty young fox girl, insisting that old Liu hold her hand for the photo, making the old rascal blush red with embarrassment and causing nearby spectators to burst into laughter, even making Avril, who was usually in a bad mood, crack a smile.

"Next batch!" Golinny, holding the Memory Crystal Ball, reviewed the just-captured photo frames and was very satisfied.

"Who’s next?"

Old Liu glanced around to see a group of air soldiers with four-meter-long silk scarves and a bunch of Dubin Rainbow Gunmen clad only in trunks, exposing their muscular chests, eagerly awaiting their turn. Not far off, there were burly old men with red headbands on their foreheads and a dense line of Dubin Beast Kings and Medusa priests waiting in queue.

"Tie them with scarves; next up is the Stuka Air Battle Squadron!" Ning Yu scanned the announcement book: "Should everyone bring their mounts out and fly up to photograph a formation?"

"Boom!" Without waiting for the boss’s approval, all the air soldiers laughed and released their mounts from the Hibernation Badge, mounted the saddles, and after a run-up, a strong wind roared as one giant beast after another spread its wings and soared into the blue sky.

After the diamond-shaped aerial formation was in place, four-meter-long snow-white silk scarves danced in mid-air on their necks in the high-altitude wind. Though they wore casual clothes, they looked even more spectacular and dashing than when fully armed.

Dragon Knight Lampard and his humanoid dragon partner stood dumbfounded on the ground, their eyes red as if they had been playing mahjong all night, gritting their teeth while absentmindedly crushing ants on the ground with their boots.

"Frank, why are you posing? Tie on a scarf and get up there. A Stuka isn’t a Stuka without you!" Liu Zhenhan whistled to the Golden Dragon Knight, tying a flamboyant red silk scarf in a pretty knot at the collar.

"Me?" Lampard dumbly pointed at his own nose. Seeing the boss nodding, he reluctantly refused: "Sorry, boss... I can’t join Beamon citizenship; I can only be a person of the Divinity Theocratic State."

"You idiot! This is a special privilege! Get it? We made an exception just for you!" Yelled Yi Tiao, who was in his Boiling Sandfire Crane form, exasperatedly cursed nearby. For today, he had pre-designed countless high-difficulty flying maneuvers that overturned the law of conservation of momentum, but now could only watch a bunch of noobs showing off in the sky.

"Hasselbaink, your master is in a daze; did your brain get damaged too?" Andulan Elder helplessly knocked his bald head with his cane, cursing furiously, "My goodness, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a stupid, beyond compare dragon in my life!"

The Golden Two-Headed Dragon immediately understood, revealing his grand and resplendent true form, surrounded by sparkling electric flowers, his appearance comparable to the saltwater goose in the display window.

"Boss..." Lampard was moved to tears.

"Quick, quick, quick! Later we need to make a special album of martial artists’ techniques, you can thank me later!" Golinny was anxious; her sister Gortani had been preparing for a while and still hadn’t had her chance to shine.

"Hold on a moment!" Tan Ya and a Buer Tribe milkmaid held the two babies Liu Yiku and Liu Sitian, standing atop a two-story high slope shouting: "There’s another air squad coming soon!"

Hearing this, Liu Zhenhan and Lampard were a bit bewildered; another air squadron? Isn’t all of Feilengcui’s air force already here? Even if other Beamon air forces wanted to join, it wouldn’t make sense; they hadn’t served Feilengcui Lord, and they weren’t Summer Palace people. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Obischillaci! Didn’t we agree to have them quietly do a solo Magic Portrait shoot first and later help them complete honors?" Liu Zhenhan frowned and looked furious.

He thought it was the Wolf Cavalry from the Underground World wanting to make an appearance. Those Wolf mounts of the Wolf Riders are mutated Salt Wolves, transformed by the Mudfoot Giant and Crystal Six-Headed King Snake long before, more than a month ago, they had completely phantom-beastified. Having gone through special training by Goblin Beast Tamers, half of them could now be used as ordinary air forces.

However, they were old Liu’s hidden trump card. Despite being qualified for Jiechou Heigar, they shouldn’t be exposed to the world now. Doing so would have a crucial impact on Liu Zhenhan’s future strategy!

It wasn’t the Wolf Cavalry that arrived, but a group of Golden Elves archers. These Snowstep Whisperers leaped elegantly from the magic teleportation hall, jumping from the twenty-meter high Red Earth Highland without a stumble, landing steadily in the square.

A silver hexagonal ivory small elephant treaded the ephemeral air as if it were flat ground, flashing one after another, steadily reaching old Liu, its trunk deftly flicked, snatching away half a Slat Banana from Blood Infant Xiao Lai’s hands.