Lord Of The Magical Beasts Chapter 500 - Wave Of Magical Beasts

Chapter 500: Wave of Magical Beasts
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Faced with the ma.s.s firing from several hundred soldiers and the poisoned arrows raining down on them, the half-naked Berserkers who were caught off guard had no chance to retaliate!

"Ah… You demon, I will kill you!" Seeing that Yang Ling was not going to hold back, but instead order his heavily armored soldiers to fire mercilessly at his comrades and tribespeople, the leader of the Berserkers Magloire was both alarmed and furious. He slipped into a deeper frenzy after letting out a roar, disregarding the rain of poisoned arrows in the sky and charging toward Yang Ling without care.

Thud, thud, thud…

Magloire had not made it many steps forward when he began to face the main focus of the soldiers. The rain of arrows fell onto his body. The sounds of arrows digging into flesh made the envoys present fearful, each of their faces paler than the last.

The Moroca Duchy was the most powerful in the Gold Coast, its population reaching over five million. Amongst them, they had about a hundred thousand Berserkers who were adept in battle. Other than the Tilan Duchy, who had many races with exceptional abilities, none of the duchies could hold their own against their army. Coupled with the support of the Church and Borg family they had behind them, the Moroca Duchy could be said to be the greatest duchy in the Gold Coast.

Even though the entire Gold Coast had been delegated under the control of the Magical Beast Territory, everyone had thought that Yang Ling would have to receive the support of the most powerful Moroca Duchy if he wanted to stabilize the situation as fast as possible. Even though the Berserkers were arrogant and rude, they had thought that Yang Ling would just order his men to capture the Berserkers and punish them slightly, on account of them being from the Moroca Duchy.

To think that Yang Ling would adopt a more direct, bloodier approach! Curb violence with violence, leaving no one behind!

Merely a team of ordinary city guards was already this powerful, just how powerful would Yang Ling be if he mobilized the legendary Magical Beast Army?

Looking at the cruel, merciless soldiers, seeing the Berserkers being turned into porcupines, cold sweat dripped down from the foreheads of the envoys of various countries. At this moment, they could not help but remember Yang Ling's reputation as the Great Demon King. He was a Great Demon King who had destroyed over a dozen cathedrals overnight, creating a river of blood as he ma.s.sacred any devotees who dared to retaliate!

"Kill, I will kill you…" After becoming severely injured and understanding that he could not escape death, the leader of the Berserkers Magloire made use of the stubborn vitality he obtained after having slipped into a frenzy, charging to Yang Ling's front using his last breath. His body, except for his eyelids and lips, was covered in arrows, as if a porcupine.

"Regrettably, you would not be a match for me even if you trained for another thousand years, or even ten thousand years!" Looking at the insane Magloire, then looking at the Berserkers behind him, Yang Ling let out a cold laugh. He silently recited a Wizard Mantra, then waved his hand and let out a Continuous Soul Explosion.

Whir…

A ripple appeared in the sky, bringing with it a chain of shrill explosions. It sounded as if a sharp blade was slicing across gla.s.s. In that instant, all of the Berserkers fell to the ground grabbing their heads, blood oozing out from every orifice. The convulsed for a moment before lying motionless on the ground. The leader of the Berserkers Magloire was no exception, falling to the ground when he was just a few steps away from Yang Ling. His blood-red eyes were wide open as he died.

Up till the time he fell onto the ground, he had never thought that he would die at the Magical Beast Territory like this!

"The Magical Beast Territory welcomes guests from far away, however…" Turning to look at the envoys of various countries, each one of their faces paler than the last, Yang Ling paused before saying icily, "We will definitely not welcome any people with evil thoughts. This will be the outcome of anyone who is thinking of doing something bad in secret!"

After instructing Ashnamov to stay behind and clean up the battlefield, Yang Ling left together with Goode and the rest of the group. Behind him, the envoys of various countries had mixed expressions. Some could not stand to see the b.l.o.o.d.y scene, quickly leaving under the protection of their guards, nearly vomiting the meal they had yesterday. Some deliberated for a moment before leading their guards in closely following behind Yang Ling. Some were pale, hiding to the side as they secretly sent out a magical message.

After personally witnessing the immense strength and cruelty of the Magical Beast Territory, the territories who were sincere in siding with Yang Ling became even more loyal, hoping that they would be the first to receive Yang Ling's support; Those that had been on the fence quickly chose a direction, no longer daring to be careless. The factions who had been plotting something against the Magical Beast Territory felt a tremble in their hearts and could not wait to send the news back to their countries, afraid that they would be the next to fall.

Killing one as a warning to others!

Yang Ling's swift ma.s.sacre has achieved ma.s.sive success, and the envoys no longer dared to act recklessly in the Magical Beast Territory. This was especially so for the guilty envoys. They acted cautiously, afraid that they would stand out if they were not careful. However, what surprised them was that they could no longer find Yang Ling. The maids and soldiers did not know where he was, while the reply Goode and the old butler Murbaqi gave them was that Yang Ling was training and will only come out after a few days, which meant that they should wait patiently.

After failing to find out Yang Ling's intentions even through the use of various channels, the factions who hoped to obtain Yang Ling's support were extremely anxious, while the guilty factions were even more frantic, afraid that Yang Ling might have found out something in secret.

While the various envoys were uneasy, Yang Ling had already teleported to the faraway Gold Coast using the Teleportation Formation set up by the Corpse Wizard King. Other than the army of five thousand men led by Ashnamov, there was also the tactician of the prince of the Tilan Duchy, Steve, beside him. With the intelligence relayed back by the Corpse Wizard King, coupled with the information provided by the Tilan Duchy, he was soon clear about the situation within the Moroca Empire. He sneaked into an area near the royal palace of the Moroca Duchy using a Magical Teleportation Formation.

"Sir, in front of you is the royal palace of the Moroca Duchy. Moroca will certainly slip into chaos if we kill the emperor and the prince. When that time comes, Moroca will no longer be a match for the army of the Tilan Duchy!" Looking at the magnificent royal palace not far away, the Foxman Steve was incredibly excited.

He had thought that he would not be able to escape the crisis when he was forced into a corner by the leader of the Berserkers Magloire. To think that Yang Ling would arrive with his army at the critical moment. He did not expect that Yang Ling would directly lead his army and sneak into Moroca. As long as he killed the emperor within the royal palace, Moroca will definitely slip into chaos with no one taking the helm, giving the army of the Tilan Duchy a rare opportunity.

"Hehe, Steve, who said that this mission is to a.s.sa.s.sinate the emperor of Moroca? Yang Ling smiled as he looked at the excited Steve, "Killing an emperor or even destroying the capital of Moroca will never be enough to remove the threat completely. If we want to solve the problem completely, all we can do is make Moroca vanis.h.!.+"

Completely destroy the entire Moroca Duchy?

Looking at the army of five thousand men behind him, Steve was extremely shocked, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an entire egg. He nearly shouted out in shock. a.s.sa.s.sinating the emperor of Moroca was already surprising enough, to think that Yang Ling wanted to destroy the entire Moroca Duchy!

Demon King, he was indeed a manic, bloodthirsty Great Demon King!

Steve would not have believed anyone who said that they were going to exterminate the Moroca Duchy even if they had an army of ten thousand men, much less five thousand. However, he did not have a shred of doubt when he heard Yang Ling say those words. The abilities of a Divine-level Expert was not something an average person could deal with. It was possible for Yang Ling to exterminate the Moroca Duchy alone, let alone with the help of an army of five thousand men and a mysterious Magical Beast Army!

"Ashnamov, lead the soldiers and stand guard at the exits of the royal palace, don't let anyone escape. Rodriguez, lead the Magical Beast Army and charge into the palace, then capture the emperor and get him to me. Remember, I want him alive." Under Steve's shocked gaze, Yang Ling gave orders as he summoned the ma.s.sive Magical Beast Army.

Speedy Horned Bee Beasts, silent Vampire Bats, Twin-legged Flying Dragons baring their fangs, and the countless Groundhogs…The Magical Beasts swarmed toward the magnificent royal palace like a tide under the command of the Corpse Wizard King. The patrolling soldiers died by the poisonous stingers of the Horned Bee Beasts even before they could react. Faced with the blanket of Magical Beasts in the sky, the hidden scouts who were fortunate enough to be hiding at the side were dumbfounded, all of them trembling instinctively. Their heart beat faster, all of them so nervous that they could not react.

It was a rain of blood outside the royal palace. Inside the palace, the rotund king was meeting with a Red-robed Cardinal in a large hall, urgently discussing a way to deal with the Magical Beast Territory, completely oblivious to the crisis that was about to befall them.

"Cardinal, I need backup, I need the backup of a large batch of elites. Otherwise, if the Great Demon King Yang Ling was to attack me, how can I fend off a Divine-level Expert like him?" After receiving the news that the Berserkers had been killed on the spot in the Magical Beast Territory, the emperor of Moroca instinctively felt an unprecedented sense of danger.

Yang Ling's reputation as a Great Demon King was widespread. He was powerful, merciless, and decisive. If he was to know about the duchy's plans with the Church, he might attack them the very next day. The rotund king was unwilling to hand over the ma.s.sive wealth and resources in his hands, afraid that he would no longer be able to freely lavish in his luxuries after he fell into Yang Ling's control. However, his life was still more important than his wealth. He did not wish to become the Church's cannon fodder foolishly.

"Your Majesty, you need not worry, the experts of the Church guarding the s.p.a.ce Crack in the Gold Coast are rus.h.i.+ng over through the night. With their protection, you will not be in any danger even if the demon Yang Ling was to attack you with all his power!" The Red-robed Cardinal was all smiles as he consoled the dejected emperor. According to the secret order from the Church, he had to find a way to influence Moroca and the other duchies to resist Yang Ling's rule, so as to exhaust Yang Ling's energy and the strength of the Magical Beast Territory.

"Great, get them to hurry over faster. The faster, the better!" Hearing that the experts of the Church that were defending the s.p.a.ce Crack were rus.h.i.+ng over through the night, the rotund king let out a sigh of relief. After clapping his palms, he instructed his servants to send over two lavish beauties to the Cardinal's room.

"Your Majesty, you need not worry. With the strong support of the Church, the Moroca Duchy will only get more and more powerful, more and more prosperous! Come, cheers!" The Red-robed Cardinal had a wide smile, lifting the gla.s.s of Raphael Red Wine that has been kept for several hundred years in his hand.

"The Moroca Duchy will forever be the most loyal supporter of the Church, come, cheers!" The emperor had a blush.

Thump…

Just as the emperor and Red-robed Cardinal were raising their gla.s.ses in celebration, prepared to finish the fragrant wine, a wave of heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall. Following that was the sounds of pitiful cries. Even the ground shook with every step, much less the winegla.s.s on the table. It was as if a ma.s.sive creature was charging over at high speeds.

"Guard, guard…" Hearing the footsteps approach him, hearing the endless pitiful cries, the rotund king instinctively sensed that something was off, loudly calling for the armed guards outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, leave, leave quickly!" The emperor had not finished his sentence when a guard charged into the hall fearfully, "Magical Beasts, there are Magical Beasts everywhere. The Great Demon King is here. Your Majesty, leave, leave quickly!"

Great Demon King?

Thinking about Yang Ling, who was rumored to have advanced to the divine level, remembering the terror of how he destroyed over a hundred cathedrals and demolished the majestic Saint Peter Castle, both the emperor and the Red-robed Cardinal trembled. To think that they had just heaved a sigh of relief when the Great Demon King Yang Ling had attacked. In their fear, the two of them stood up quickly and tried to escape through the back door of the hall.

The two of them were fast, but it was unfortunately too late!

They had not taken many steps when a large hole was blasted through the magic-reinforced roof of the hall. A nearly ten-meter-tall Giant Ape draped in heavy armor and wielding an obsidian club as wide as a pillar jumped down from the sky. Following him, countless Horned Bee Beasts, Vampire Bats, and Groundhogs swarmed into the hall like the tide!