Chapter 499: Chapter 18: The Battle of Yadesi River (2)_2
Of course there was, jumping into a pile of cacti won’t kill you, but falling from this will really cause you to be cut into pieces. The Nikolaus family has already tested it once.
The entire Sambo family, thousands of members in total, formed their array in the air but none dared to advance further. Each one was petrified.
Just as they were all deeply conflicted and confused, Jones spoke, shouting loudly, "Prince Louis, I should actually call you uncle, as Adelle is my brother. If you dare to charge, I promise you that Adelle will become the only surviving descendant of the Sambo family. You don’t want to see that kind of situation, do you?"
The voice was enhanced with magic power so that everyone on the battlefield could hear it clearly, including the elders in the airship cabin.
Suddenly, all eyes focused on Prince Louis, who remained in his bat form.
Trembling slightly, Prince Louis asked a question he had never contemplated before, "So... what should I do?"
The entire Sambo family was stunned. The next moment, another prince beside him shouted, "What are you talking about! Are you going to surrender?"
"Otherwise, how many of us need to die to prove our loyalty!"
"This is betrayal! Betrayal! Are you going to betray the Elder Council?"
"Don’t you understand? They are all elephants! Elephants! And we are just ants! When elephants fight, why should we ants get involved!"
"But we are the Blood Clan! We should be loyal to our ancestors!"
"You won’t have this problem once you are dead!"
Several princes... were quarreling incessantly. Yes, right in front of everyone, an almost disgraceful altercation. *Yet, wasn’t this the sentiment of the majority of Blood Clan members?*
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"Truly disgraceful." Even Elder Felix could not help but hold his forehead.
As the Bloodline Ancestor, Elder Bartholomew, with a stern expression, grasped the armrest and stood up slowly, slightly stretching his muscles.
The next moment, with a loud "bang," he had already charged out completely, creating a large hole directly in the airship cabin. The entire airship trembled violently.
When the Blood Clan members on the airship regained their senses, Elder Bartholomew had already appeared at the front line, grabbing Prince Louis, still in bat form, by the neck. Prince Louis struggled desperately but, in Elder Bartholomew’s grip, he seemed like a mere bat, unable to escape no matter what.
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Adelle slowly opened her eyes wide.
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Elder Felix also stood up slowly, and in the next moment, his figure appeared behind Elder Bartholomew.
Turning to the side, Elder Bartholomew handed Prince Louis casually to Elder Felix and softly remarked to the floating Sambo family members nearby, "Alright, I understand your ’loyalty’ now. Go down."
The small bats of the Sambo family retreated nervously, little by little, moving a distance away.
Immediately after, almost all the elders left the airship cabin, floating behind Elder Bartholomew. Their black robes fluttered in the air.
Including Elder Bartholomew, Elder Felix, and Elder Adrian, three hundred and sixty members of the Elder Council, three hundred and sixty ten-thousand-year-old Blood Clan members. The scene was magnificent.
Elder Felix casually threw the captured Prince Louis to the other princes of the Sambo family at the rear.
Only then did Adelle slowly breathe a sigh of relief.
At that moment, Elder Bartholomew finally looked at Jones, "Well done, child. You are much stronger than I thought. Without the Elder Council, the Blood Clan indeed might not survive for even a day."
"Well, now that you are here, can you last a day?" Jones asked softly.
Upon hearing this question, Bartholomew immediately laughed and said, "You should consider whether you can last a day."
Looking at a prince of the Nicholas Family being carried to the back, lying in a pool of blood, Jones also slowly smiled, "A seven-thousand-year-old Blood Clan member is weak, how different will a ten-thousand-year-old be?"
"Why don’t you try it and find out?" Elder Bartholomew smiled and said, "Remember what I told you? ’If there’s a chance, I’ll tell you why the Blood Clan cannot have faith.’ Actually, I was referring to ordinary Blood Clan members below the elders."
"What do you mean? I don’t understand." Jones raised his eyebrows.
Without answering Jones, Elder Bartholomew directly extended his gloved hand and pointed forward lightly.
The next moment, the elders behind him already swooped towards Jones like a gust of wind, so fast that it exceeded human visual reaction speed, as if they had vanished into thin air.
"Not good!" Erin standing on the bone dragon screamed suddenly.
Amidst the rumbling, a whirlwind of magic power exploded without warning. Even the massive airship trembled slightly.
On the ground, everyone couldn’t help but close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, the scene before them was one where Hydra Snake Ophelia had quickly repositioned her nine snake heads, all aimed forward. The nine snake heads, maintaining a roaring stance, hissed and spat. The gemstones embedded in their helmets emitted silvery white light simultaneously, connected like a suspended magic array. A huge magic shield rose in front, forcefully repelling all the Blood Clan elders attacking Jones.
Jones and Dora crouched slightly on the Hydra’s back, adopting a defensive posture, their eyes wide open, staring straight at Bartholomew.
The nearby undead were blown askew by the whirlwind, while the elders still hovered in the air, circling around the Hydra’s defensive stance, seemingly preparing for the next round of attack.
Clearly, the strength of these elders was far beyond ordinary Blood Clan members, the gap much greater than Jones had anticipated.
Such power certainly couldn’t be accumulated through a millennia of mediocre existence.
"Seems like the Blood Clan are not entirely unambitious, are they?" Eyes wide open, Jones stared blankly at Bloodline Ancestor Bartholomew.
"There are no unambitious people in this world," Bartholomew responded with a smile, "If there are, it must be because they can’t obtain, not because they don’t want to."
Before Jones could speak, green lights flashed across, over forty liches floating around Jones. More liches were still congregating here. Their white robes contrasted sharply with the elders’ black robes.
Liches and Blood Clan members, though both possessing immortality, were two entirely different species.
Liches were purely magical creatures, their bones merely served as a medium between their soul fire and reality. For them, true strength meant the pure power of magic, the vastness of knowledge.
Blood Clan, on the other hand, were semi-magical creatures. They could not only accumulate magic power and knowledge over long ages but also gain stronger physiques through experience. In this sense, they were more similar to the Dragon Clan rather than liches.
At this moment, present were vampires, dwarves, elves, goblins, except for zombies and skeletons, which lacked independent consciousness, all staring in awe.
Those Blood Clan airships began to retreat in fear, desperately wanting to stay away from the potential battle area.
Jones gritted his teeth, standing on the Hydra’s back, his eyes fixed fiercely on the three core Blood Clan elders ahead.
Dora still stood behind him, tightly gripping the Nine-petal Snake Flower flag.
The other Blood Clan elders had already scattered throughout the air, encircling Jones.
On the ground, the entire Undead Army quickly gathered around Jones. The countless zombies seemed to be completely ignored.
"Let me see how much power you have. Hahaha." Elder Bartholomew bared his fangs, slowly smiling, "Child, show me all the power you can muster. Without a doubt, you are the most outstanding of all our descendants. Today you have brought us many surprises, but we want more."