The First Magic World War

Chapter 390: 364, Lion Slaughter Festival (10,000-word chapter update, more coming later, thanks for today’s monthly tickets)_4

Charles shook his head and said, “Even if it’s to create an opportunity for Antonio, you didn’t have to go that far!”

The Old Leopard Man’s face was sheepish as he said, “I was too confident in my speed, and I escaped too slowly by a fraction, and was counterattacked by Amis Fidath, being struck in the chest with a punch!”

“I didn’t expect that lion to still have hidden strength, achieving the Lion Tribe’s most mysterious special ability, which can turn the enemies it devours into a part of its strength.”

“However, even with his hidden strength, he won’t be able to hold on for much longer.”

“The Eye of Destiny has already begun to take effect.”

Tumishen said a few words before gasping for breath again, clearly the Old Leopard Man was severely injured by Amis Fidath.

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Charles was also slightly worried, seeing that Tumishen had been knocked down, but no other Sacred Order had come down to rescue him, indicating only one thing: the battle above was more intense than expected, and no one else could afford to split their attention to save someone.

Of course…

There was also a possibility that the Old Leopard Man had hidden his strength, escaped the battle early, and had other schemes!

Well, maybe the Old Leopard Man wasn’t so devious, but that Eternal and Illusory Dragon certainly couldn’t be that simple!

Charles did not have such “faith” in any divine being.

By this time, high above, the battle had intensified to an unspeakable level, and Charles’s guess was not wrong. All ten of the Sacred Order were fighting with all their might, and no one dared to leave the battle.

It wasn’t that the King of Ten Thousand Lions was too strong, but that Amis Fidath was fighting desperately.

He was enveloped layer upon layer by apparitions, all of whom were Sacred Order adversaries he had killed in his life. If Charles had been there, he would have been astonished, realizing why Amis Fidath had left the bodies of those Beastman Sacred Orders because this secret technique of the Lion Tribe could turn the devoured enemies into a part of its strength.

If Amis Fidath hadn’t been concerned and refrained from devouring all the corpses of those Beastman Sacred Orders, his power would have been even greater at this moment.

This King of Ten Thousand Lions would have been even more formidable!

Antonio had repelled Amis Fidath the last time, having tested the limits of this lion, the strength of the two of them closely matched.

This top-tier Beastman Sacred Order was using such a secret technique, and he was confident of killing him since he had newly acquired the Beastman’s Dragon Slaying Stick, although without fighting for several days and nights, the winner could not be determined.

However, while Sacred Orders can fly to the heavens and escape underground, beating a peer is easy; killing an enemy who is wholly bent on fleeing is more than twice as hard. Antonio needed the help of his companions to entangle Amis Fidath and prevent the old lion from escaping.

Antonio firmly seized the opportunity that the Old Leopard Man had fought for, stabbing a staff through Amis Fidath’s abdomen, but that lion was truly tough, still recklessly shouting and engaging in heated battle. When Amis Fidath was surrounded by eleven Sacred Orders, the King of Ten Thousand Lions sensed his “fate.”

Today was to be the day of his fall.

Amis Fidath took a deep breath, filled with regret that he hadn’t devoured the fresh corpses of those Beastman Sacred Orders. If he had devoured the corpses of these Beastman Sacred Orders, even if he still would have died in battle in the end, he could have taken down more than three enemies at least.@@novelbin@@

His Knight’s Spear had long been broken, and Amis Fidath repeatedly pulled out seven or eight weapons, all of which Antonio destroyed with the Dragon Slaying Stick. However, each destroyed weapon secured a slim chance of survival for the old lion, who, though unarmed, still fought fiercely in the high skies, not diminishing his valor in the least.

Mama Karen was fully powering the Dreamscape, time and again engulfing Amis Fidath within it, but each time the ferocious Lion King shattered it, and with each destruction, the old mama was hit by a backlash.

Although the backlash of the Dreamscape was not too strong and Mama Karen could still suppress it, her heart was beginning to feel the strain.

She was a bona fide butler, not a temporary fill-in like the Golden Ram Herolf. Although Mama Karen was of the Sacred Order, her main task was to lull the children of the Brittany Family to sleep, to keep these kids from being mischievous, and though she had experienced some battles, she was no professional warrior.

This kind of battle against a top-tier Sacred Order was something she had never even witnessed, let alone participated in personally.

Mama Karen couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “Anne really gave me a big job! After she gets married, I’m definitely not going to babysit for her.”

Besides Mama Karen, the one who was suffering the most was the Female Pirate Sabastine. As a ranged archer, her magic arrows were unable to hit their target effectively. Each magic arrow was deflected by Amis Fidath’s Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, and the Lion King’s robust Fighting Spirit negated all her magic effects; she was even less effective than Mama Karen in combat.

Of course, the knights of the Brittany Family didn’t fare much better than Sabastine. They didn’t even dare to face the lion king’s furious attack alone, having to band together and fight hard with Sabastine to relieve some pressure from Antonio.

On the other hand, the Black Dragon, Golden Ram Herolf, and Qiudelo, three Beastman Sacred Orders, were impressive. Each one was battle-hardened among the Sacred Orders. If each fought independently, they would be significant figures ruling their respective realms; if they faced Amis Fidath alone, killing them would not have been easy.

The Red Hawk, a female pirate Sacred Order and actually a magician, like Sabastine, kept launching long-range magical attacks, scarcely daring to engage in close combat with Amis Fidath, and she was rather “squishy.”

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