Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2254 - 688: Final Battle Countdown [14]

Let’s rewind time to a little over an hour ago.

At that time, Her Majesty the Queen of Lich, Marilyn Monroe, had just escaped from Mount Hyjal. The soundwaves of the "Lament of Laughter" were still echoing through the valley, and Princess Melodhra, safely sheltered by the "Dark Paradise," was coldly watching the twilight of the Aegean Continent.

The "Ruyun Model" lay sprawled on the ground like a large goose hit by an arrow, limbs stretched out.

The winter sun faintly shone on it, stirring up waves of white smoke with a strong corrosive odor.

This Super Rank Dark Beast lay motionless, as if it were already dead.

There is no doubt, regardless of whether it was Superorder Divine Beasts, Magical Beasts, Phantom Beasts, Song Beasts, Arcane Beasts, or Netherworld Beasts, and no matter how high their physical or magic resistances were, they couldn’t withstand a solid beating from the mighty punches of Saint Xiao of the Aegean’s melee class.

But now, even if we killed this Netherworld Magic Turtle a hundred times, a thousand times, the loss could never be recovered.

"Come! Just like~ just like your tenderness~" Liu Zhenhuan flexed his wrist, raised his wine glass high, and while sobbing, in the most classic and noble Beamon eagle-language toast, invited all the teary-eyed Aegean experts to drink the wind and snow in their cups with him.

"Just like~"

"Just like~"

"Just like~"

Whether hesitant, indifferent, or resolute, a group of Aegean experts, each with mixed emotions, downed the sacred wine distributed by the Shaman of Divine Songs.

The wine was blood-red, as if heralding the fate of the Aegean Continent.

"Immediately send this Netherworld Magic Turtle to the lightless Underground World. Tell the Wild Dwarf Alchemists to immediately manufacture a sacrificial item out of this model. I might need it shortly." Old Liu, with red and swollen eyes after drying his tears, waved a hand at his close guard, Fat Luo, "Remember to take my three-piece set of Shaman of Divine Songs for them to use as design reference. Tell the Dwarf Tribe Chief that equipment made from soundwave Magical Beasts is most suitable for sacrificial use. The ’Singing Garb’ made from Mike Hedgehog is a classic example. Don’t waste such extraordinary material."

"Your Majesty..." The Magic Tutor Stefano, closest to divinity, incredulously smacked his lips, wiped the lingering tears from the corners of his eyes, and couldn’t help but point at the bamboo-root wine cup in his hand, asking, "This, this, what on earth is this divine wine...?"

Not only him, but all the Aegean experts and Superorder Creatures stared blankly at the scarlet remnants in their cups.

Ever since the "Ruyun Model" used its extreme magic soundwave to let all the ultimate experts and Superorder Creatures of the Aegean Continent experience the feeling of "how could you bear to let my tears flow like the sea," despair and pessimism had, in an instant, engulfed the entire Beamon Holy Mountain.

Three days!

What will become of the Aegean Continent in three days?

Everyone was terrified by the answers their minds conjured.

But the Shaman of Divine Songs, with just one cup of the red Muge Wine, miraculously ceased everyone’s crying!

The terrible negative effects of "Lament of Laughter," after a cup of Muge Wine, were instantly washed away like smoke, and with such immediate miraculous effects, it was akin to divine intervention!

"I just told Rommel, respond to change with constancy. As long as we keep patient, the opponent’s flaws will eventually reveal themselves. Haha..." Liu Zhenhuan explained how colorful and fragrant the Muge Wine he had just distributed was: "The Muge Wine given to you was not fermented with deer blood; our Fawkes maidens’ garlands with dropped petals possess the unique miraculous effect of dispelling all adverse effects."

"Hah!" The Aegean experts gasped collectively.

Even though Mourinho and the swan diehards from Caiyu City had already exited early, and Avril had returned the Summer Palace Warriors to build a defense system at Feilengcui ahead of time, the number of Aegean experts still staying at Mount Hyjal to watch Xiao Cui’s duel with the Mermaid Princess was considerable!

For each person a cup of Muge Wine, how many maidens’ garlands from the Fox Tribe would that require?

Everyone knows, in the current Bimon Kingdom, Fawkes only numbers around five or six thousand individuals, so how many garlands among them?

"This is the family-stored fine wine of the previous Northeastern Governor Rosenborg of the Bimon Kingdom. This ancient and infamous noble house of Fawkes believed the words of a swindler called Nochadamas two thousand years ago. They thought if they collected the garlands of ten thousand Fox Tribe maidens and brewed a wine called ’Thousand Beauty Cups,’ their family would be immortalized in Bimon’s history." King Sal pressed his nose bridge, massaging the subtly aching Jingming points caused by tears. "As they wished, the Del-Ray family indeed made history, but what they left behind was an infamous legacy beyond words."

"Ten thousand Fox Tribe maidens’ garlands?" On hearing this terrifying number, jaws dropped and bounced around.

Some older human Mages and clergy secretly exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat peculiar.

Nochadamas was no ordinary swindler. He was the most renowned astrologer and prophet of humanity two thousand years ago. Among the over three thousand prophecies concerning the future in his work "All Chronicles," only one has yet to come true—the apocalypse of the Aegean will happen this year.

"Without the Del-Ray family hoarding for two thousand years, they might not have amassed this number." Rommel gritted his teeth, his expression fierce, as though he wished to devour the long-dead Rosenborg alive.