Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2264 - 690: Final Battle Countdown [16]

As a Mage, Richard never meditates, never studies, and yet he still manages to become the highest pinnacle of the three Saint Levels in the Magic World; as a Shaman priest, Richard has no proper magic pets, yet he cultivates an ordinary bird and a ridiculously low-level Magical Beast into powerful magic beings that are rare across realms, and even assembles a formidable ocean undead pet; as a military commander, he only understands marching and formation half-heartedly, but it doesn’t stop him from creating an invincible and unrivaled brave guard in his own way; as a superior, his speech is vulgar, his manners are extravagant, coupled with greed and lust, and a lifestyle extremely decadent, his methods of respecting talents and winning people’s hearts still remain at the stage of bandit chiefs sharing gold with a big scale and eating meat in big bites, yet his ranks are still gathered with a large group of contemporary heroes willing to risk their lives for him.

Such a man with no visible advantages, a person who specializes in unconventional tactics, yet crushes all self-conceited heroes under him, how could he not make everyone feel inexplicably furious.

The pride of the era, the favored one of the deities, what are they worth in front of this villain cloaked in religious sanctity?

"I really didn’t expect, Lord Jose, that you are actually a super priest with two Phoenix Magic Pets." Without the slightest hesitation, Rommel patted his stiff facial muscles and pulled out a smile as comforting as the thawing of spring: "If the two of us combined still can’t exceed Richard, I would be completely disheartened for life."

"I am more than just a priest with two Phoenix Magic Pets." Mourinho corrected the handsome gentleman’s statement: "Therefore, this time I absolutely won’t let you be disheartened..."

"Wait a minute! It’s not that we’re being cynical, even if Lord Mourinho can conceal some of the Giant Dragons, how can we fire the first shot in this decisive battle before Florence and Forgotten Valley?" Two somewhat disgruntled Seven-Colored Dragons asked in a cacophony: "We don’t have the initiative in attacking now! If the Demon Clan doesn’t launch an attack, we simply can’t deal with them! The Flower Elves have strengthened the ’Elemental Shielding Enchantment’ on the City Wall, they can’t sense our presence, but the enchantment won’t move, once we take the initiative to attack, won’t we be exposed?"

"It’s okay! Making them take the initiative to attack us is too easy!" Rommel demonstrated more enthusiasm than Mourinho: "As long as Lord Jose, you can conceal ten Giant Dragons on the City Wall, ensuring sufficient damage to the opponent’s forces, making them eager to launch an attack, it’s simple for me!"

"Hiding ten Giant Dragons? That’s probably a bit difficult, our Dragon Clan’s size is not generally small." The two Seven-Colored Dragons were a little doubtful that Mourinho could pull off such a task; no Mage in this world has the ability to make ten Giant Dragons invisible simultaneously.

"Follow me." Mourinho spun a flower out of the golden flute in his hand, tapped his feet, his snow-white wings briskly spread open, and directly jumped from the more than ten meters high City Wall back into the city.

The four upper-level Giant Dragons and Rommel stupidly watched as the Swan Chief Priest called out names to the empty air, like seeing undead, each time a name was called, a voice would indeed respond from the air, then Mourinho, like a blind man feeling an elephant, reached out and touched the air, causing the Seven-degree Gold Rings to flash repeatedly, seemingly collecting one thing after another.

"Elf Cloak?" A knowledgeable Fairy Dragon immediately guessed that those invisible objects were wearing "Elf Cloaks," but she was a bit puzzled: "Isn’t the Elf Cloak said to only blend with green in the forest, achieving invisibility? How come..."

"Times are advancing, Elf craftsmanship is also improving, even those who stick rigidly to traditional Wisdom Races won’t remain stagnant in Magic." Mourinho laughed, this handsome old man comparable to creditors worldwide occasionally smiling, definitely belongs to those who captivate females from the elderly to young girls.

The two Fairy Dragons’ eyes instantly turned into Haibo Galaxy, filled with little stars.

In the Fairy Dragon’s somewhat starry-eyed view, the Swan Chief Priest’s pure and upright perfect image was so fitting to appear by a clear and tranquil blue lake, happening to meet her while bathing, a blush, a pure demeanor, helplessly getting slapped, then hopelessly falling in love with herself — apparently, in this fairy-tale seductive story, if the male lead were swapped with Rainbow Dragon Territory’s Overlord Richard, the bathing lady in the lake, even with beauty akin to the Goddess of Love, would slap him and then be kicked into the water bottom.

"Follow me." Mourinho encountered starry-eyed swooning like eating, already immune, he beckoned, and led the upper-level Giant Dragons and Rommel to the magic teleportation array.

After the dazzling teleportation halo flashed by, Rommel knew he had arrived at Smey’s base, London City, everything in sight was full of giant marble sculptures of antique beauty; except for the Swan hereditary domain, there was no second place in the Bimon Kingdom with such high taste cultural relics.

"Come out!" With Mourinho waving the Seven-degree Gold Rings, one massive and moving figure after another flashed into view.

Four Giant Dragons and six Fog Giants nearly ten meters tall lifted the super wide Elf Cloaks from their bodies, standing like hills on the mirror-smooth marble floor, their massive bodies instantly making the hall’s splendid dome narrow and crowded.