Chapter 229-4: Rich Daddy’s Gear Crushes the Poor Beastmen (Part 4)

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At that moment, the battle fervor on Betty’s face only grew more intense. The light of Extreme Will surged across her body. The stronger her opponent, the more it awakened her wild battle spirit. On her delicate face, her black eyes burned with nothing but the will to fight. "Battle!" The moment the word left her lips, Betty’s body shot forward like a hawk diving from the sky to snatch its prey, so fast it left over a dozen afterimages in the blink of an eye. Kap didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He kicked off from the Direwolf King beneath him, leaping from his mount. With equally unimaginable speed, he charged toward the Northern Valkyrie, whose combat skills were overwhelmingly powerful. He wanted to personally slay this Northern warrior woman!! Because her strength had earned his recognition. Hunting the strong was in the Beastmen’s blood, and he wanted to collect her head as a trophy. His lion-like mane bristled upright, pale golden light enveloping his body. At this moment, the Beastman King who ruled a mighty tribe looked like a Lion King forged from molten gold. Mighty and majestic. Clang clang clang~ Their figures blurred instantly in the air. No one could track their movements or the techniques they unleashed. Terrifying shockwaves erupted between the two black shadows, and the towering trees around them collapsed like fields of wheat. Their rapidly clashing forms ripped the earth apart; spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground. Blade marks. Sword slashes. New ones appeared every second. Within a hundred blades’ radius, the lush forest was being turned into barren nothingness. Though Betty was two full levels below Kap, she was being completely suppressed in terms of raw strength. Yet thanks to her Legendary-level combat skills, even though her opponent was vastly stronger, her awakened Northern Royal Bloodline allowed her to stand toe-to-toe with Kap in sheer force. And with the terrifying regeneration granted by her bloodline, even in this Level 16 versus Level 18 fight, she hadn’t fallen behind. This was true Level 18 combat power, not some incomplete form like that warped Level 19 Magma Demon trash. Once again, Betty showcased her brilliance as the foremost among the Three Great Warrior Tribes of Glory. Facing off against the Level 18 Beastman King as a Level 16 warrior, her strength was beyond words. “Grayclaw, go kill their spellcasters!!” Boom~ Kap cleaved through Betty’s fierce strike, then suddenly turned to shout toward the Level 15 Direwolf King crouched low outside the combat zone, in a hunting stance. He knew the two formidable warriors were trying to pull him away from the Vampire spellcasters. But he had his own plans, he wasn’t alone. His mount was a Level 15 Wolf King. At his command, the Direwolf King Grayclaw howled and turned, charging straight toward the Vampire casting formation. His master’s command was everything to him. Grote, who had been gravely wounded by Kap’s brutal strike, had already stood back up. His injuries were healing rapidly, visible to the naked eye. His aura once again surged to its peak. Already durable and resilient as a Northern warrior, his physique had further improved after becoming a Vampire. With nightfall upon them, his combat power was at its absolute zenith. As long as his head wasn’t taken off, even a pierced heart could regenerate. This was a Northern warrior with Vampire blood flowing through his veins, a Bloodline Vampire of Fearless Blood!! Grote bent his knees and burst forward with explosive speed, aiming to intercept the departing Direwolf King. But the moment he moved, a chilling blade flashed beside him, Kap had dodged around Betty and blocked Grote again with overwhelming force. This Level 18 Beastman King had reached the pinnacle of his level’s power. Grote swung his sword in counterattack, but could only watch helplessly as the Direwolf King left the battlefield. Seeing this, Kap smirked bloodthirstily, a glint of cold malice in his eyes as he raised his blade. “Vampires and Northern warriors, you are my prey today.” As long as the Direwolf disrupted the Vampires’ spellcasting, Kap believed the Beastmen would once again reign supreme on this battlefield. Whether it was that iron giant, the massive beast in the sky, or these two powerful warriors before him, all would become corpses beneath Beastman blades. Even if the Beastmen suffered massive casualties, they still held an absolute numerical advantage. Once they overcame the current chaos, and someone rallied them, every enemy would be hunted down. And once Grayclaw completed his mission, the final victory would belong to him, the King of the Lionmane Tribe, Kap Lionmane. The three-blade-tall Level 15 Direwolf King Grayclaw, sniffing the air, charged madly toward the spellcasting Vampires. As a Level 15 beast bred by the Beastmen, Grayclaw’s intelligence was no less than that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Human boy. He understood his master’s plan. Hunt the Humans? A cruel glint appeared in Grayclaw’s eyes. Those ‘meals’ truly were delicious, especially the spellcasters. Just thinking about the intense magic surging from their bodies made his mouth water. The battlefield between the three warriors had already been pulled over a thousand blades away from the Vampire formation, but with Grayclaw’s speed, it took only a few dozen seconds for him to reach the spot where Kap had been intercepted earlier. He leapt high into the air. Landing atop a boulder beneath a large tree, he threw back his head and howled skyward. Awooo!! Heavenwolf Howl at the Moon. The mournful cry made many spellcasting Vampires tremble inwardly. Large-scale composite spells were always military-level war magic, slow to cast, difficult to control. And during the casting process, they must not be interrupted. If they were, the magic backlash could cause anything from serious injury to permanent mental damage from disrupted mana, sometimes even turning the caster into a drooling idiot. That’s why, in proper military formations, spellcasting units were always heavily guarded by elite troops. But now, the Vampire spellcasters’ two powerful defenders had been drawn away by the Beastman King. There was no defense here. The Direwolf King’s eyes gleamed with bloodlust. Cold light flashed from the claws on his four limbs, and his fangs were as sharp as razors. This was a pure killing machine. Murderous intent surged. Boom Bang After a few bounding leaps, Grayclaw was already upon the spellcasters. Three blades tall and nearly six blades long, the Direwolf King pounced toward the seemingly unreactive Vampires. A bloodbath seemed imminent. But just as he closed to within thirty blades, Grayclaw suddenly halted his charge. The gray fur across his body stood on end, and raw terror flickered in his eyes. It was as if a Great Archdemon from the Abyss had opened its maw before him, take one step closer, and death would be certain. In the next instant, a pitch-black rift in the air shattered open. “Roooaaar~” “Wahahahaha The magnificent me has returned” A voice rang out from the darkness, shrill, bizarre, and laced with an eerie cadence.

Chapter 229-4: Rich Daddy’s Gear Crushes the Poor Beastmen (Part 4)

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