The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 499 - 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 mbers in total, ford 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 beco 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 mont, 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 sentint of the majority of Blood Clan mbers?*

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"Truly disgraceful." Even Elder Felix could not help but hold his forehead.

As the Bloodline Ancestor, Elder Bartholow, with a stern expression, grasped the armrest and stood up slowly, slightly stretching his muscles.

The next mont, 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 mbers on the airship regained their senses, Elder Bartholow had already appeared at the front line, grabbing Prince Louis, still in bat form, by the neck. Prince Louis struggled desperately but, in Elder Bartholow’s grip, he seed like a re bat, unable to escape no matter what.

...

Adelle slowly opened her eyes wide.

...

Elder Felix also stood up slowly, and in the next mont, his figure appeared behind Elder Bartholow.

Turning to the side, Elder Bartholow handed Prince Louis casually to Elder Felix and softly remarked to the floating Sambo family mbers 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.

Imdiately after, almost all the elders left the airship cabin, floating behind Elder Bartholow. Their black robes fluttered in the air.

Including Elder Bartholow, Elder Felix, and Elder Adrian, three hundred and sixty mbers of the Elder Council, three hundred and sixty ten-thousand-year-old Blood Clan mbers. 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 mont, Elder Bartholow 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, Bartholow imdiately 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 mber is weak, how different will a ten-thousand-year-old be?"

"Why don’t you try it and find out?" Elder Bartholow smiled and said, "Rember 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 mbers below the elders."

"What do you an? I don’t understand." Jones raised his eyebrows.

Without answering Jones, Elder Bartholow directly extended his gloved hand and pointed forward lightly.

The next mont, 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 scread 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 aid forward. The nine snake heads, maintaining a roaring stance, hissed and spat. The gemstones embedded in their helts 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 Bartholow.

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 mbers, the gap much greater than Jones had anticipated.

Such power certainly couldn’t be accumulated through a millennia of diocre existence.

"Seems like the Blood Clan are not entirely unambitious, are they?" Eyes wide open, Jones stared blankly at Bloodline Ancestor Bartholow.

"There are no unambitious people in this world," Bartholow 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 mbers, though both possessing immortality, were two entirely different species.

Liches were purely magical creatures, their bones rely served as a dium between their soul fire and reality. For them, true strength ant 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 mont, 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 seed to be completely ignored.

"Let see how much power you have. Hahaha." Elder Bartholow bared his fangs, slowly smiling, "Child, show 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."