Capítulo 2050: Chapter 646: The Waves of the Sanggan River Drive Forward (Part 6)

“Maybe… If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes tonight, I might have disdained your kind of statement… Hehe…” Queen Jiabao pursed her delicately contoured red lips, her mouth twitching slightly without a trace: “A Bimon priest who can communicate with their magical pet, paired with a heavy phantom beast, such a battle partner is simply a match made in heaven. Just by this alone, War Song has already qualified to be compared with Arcane! I think only their Bimon priests in this world can fully utilize the capabilities of the heavy phantom beast; others finding taming and training to transform the phantom beast and following commands is not an easy task…”

“Ever since Feilengcui emerged, Bimon has witnessed countless miracles, and I’ve already become immune to this,” Rommel mused, involuntarily feeling a sense of melancholy and reflection for not having time on his side.

“When a miracle occurs, the best way is to eliminate it!” Queen Jiabao shrank her fragrant shoulders, stretching out her slender fingers gently caressing the gemstone necklace on the elephant palanquin: “Meiqing, could you help me with a small favor?”

“As long as it’s within my capacity, I will not refuse.”

“I want you to take this opportunity with me to attack the rear of Feilengcui!”

Before the startled Rommel could refuse, the Queen of Lich pulled out a mask as thin as a cicada’s wing from her bosom and flung it over.

“The elves of the Aegean Continent can create ‘artist masks.’ We demons are not fools; the Liches have now also developed exquisite ‘phantasm masks,’ a top-level espionage tool that can change facial appearance at will!” Jiabao’s tone was like a piece of ancient ice refusing to melt: “Not taking this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack Feilengcui, I will regret it for life. But now it’s too late for me to return to the Demon World to mobilize people, so I need your help! Rest assured, the Butterfly people can only see through invisibility but not the real appearance underneath the mask. As for that sixth-level Giant Dragon Astonvila, leave it to me; you just help me with other things, like killing those wives of the Feilengcui lord! As long as we make it quick, Richard won’t have time to return!”

Rommel lowered his head, rolling his eyes fiercely, feeling that this Queen of Lich was truly naive. When dealing with Feilengcui, either use a Forbidden Curse to flatten this red earth city, or send a powerful army to occupy this territory, or figure out how to completely annihilate Feilengcui’s main force. Jiabao’s attack, out of spite and jealousy, would at most make Richard cry for a few days, but Feilengcui’s foundation would not be shaken in the slightest. From a strategic point of view, it was nothing but a fruitless and purposeless blind adventure!

“Could you accompany me to Witherspoon? My Queen, I want to make ties with Richard, and if he refuses me, I will surely help you with this favor.” Rommel chuckled, half agreeing and half tactfully refusing the Queen’s jealousy-driven proposition.

On Witherspoon’s city wall, Liu Zhenhan, with a cigar in his mouth, stood on the smoking ruins searching for Pope Brut’s remains, not involved in pursuing the enemy; the remaining priests of the Temple Knights were weeping in tears.

The lonely King Sal was caressing the broken battlements, turning his back to everyone, his shoulders shaking silently.

The Liger Prince was always the knight guardian of the temple, and with Prince Richard, who died in Hu Ye Ancient City, and tonight’s battle losses, King Sal had lost nine beloved sons within a year. This wasn’t something easy for a father to accept. Although as a king, he must put the kingdom first, seeing so many sons die for their country at the same time would leave even a man of stone like King Sal heartbroken.

A man should return home wrapped in his horse’s skin, this bold statement is never uttered by a father, even in a Bimon Kingdom that glorifies dying on the battlefield. Extraordinary courage does not mean Bimon lacks the tenderness of humanity, they just bury it deeper and express it more fiercely than any other race.

“Richard…” King Sal released the blood-stained battle sword in his hand, turning silently, tears brimming in his dark green eyes as he repeatedly looked up, unable to stop the glistening tears: “…I curse the war god… why make me bear this grief alone…”

“Even the weakest peace is better than the most righteous war,” Liu Zhenhan smiled bitterly, philosophically accepting that the King’s words just then were almost blasphemous, yet he knew not even the envoy of the war god had the right to stop a father who has lost his sons from saying so: “Politicians initiate wars to achieve their goals, and we must bear this enormous loss. If there is a next time, I wish to replace another Bimon warrior and die on the battlefield.”

“Even if I and my sons were all dead, I will not allow you to die on the battlefield.” King Sal’s eyes narrowed, and he uttered a nearly obsessive low growl.

“Grecke…” Mourinho handed a white handkerchief to the King.

The Swan High Priest also did not participate in pursuing the enemy force. With Feilengcui’s ‘Ten Thousand Miles of Flying Clouds’ and ‘Zeppelin Aircraft,’ tail-chasing was not a task for notable figures.

Interestingly, Mourinho and Liu Zhenhan maintained a proper distance all along, treating each other as air, without even a simple greeting.