Chapter 817

As if knowing what Su Hao was thinking, Calyrex, sitting upright on the throne in the Crown Shrine, exchanged a look with the Reshiram spirit body beside it and chuckled softly: "Reshiram is right; I have indeed been too lenient with those oath-breakers."

"I can let Glastrier and Spectrier help you suppress the oath-breakers, but please, do not kill the ignorant common soldiers."

"No problem." Su Hao did not hesitate; he had originally intended to avoid harming the lives of the common people as much as possible.

Faced with the beast army, he would have originally had to abandon some people to protect the others in the city, but with the addition of two legendary combatants, he had a hundred ways to restrict the soldiers' movements and defeat the beast army without taking their lives.

The moment Su Hao agreed, the two divine steeds leaped out of the Crown Shrine, their hooves treading on the void as they flew to Su Hao's side.

Although Glastrier and Spectrier were somewhat unwilling to take orders from a human, Calyrex had personally asked them. For the sake of their overly kind King, they could only swallow their grievances.

Inside the camp, even though the tents had been set up in a rush, they still maintained the consistent luxury of the Ice Palace.

Beautiful women were dancing in the center, performing dances that made the men present boil with blood; these were all the Ice King's harem.

According to a king's possessiveness, they should have lived in seclusion, not even appearing before other men. But in reality, not only were the concubines dancing, but many others were serving the burly beast tamers.

Beside the few female beast tamers, there were also gentle, handsome men flirting with them.

What a decadent place, filled with the most primal desires.

Those who could drink and feast in this tent were undoubtedly the Ice King's confidants. To ensure his rule was foolproof, what did it matter if he shared his own concubines with his subjects?

Sitting at the head, with a gaze that was aged yet profound, wearing magnificent robes, the youth who looked only in his twenties—the Ice King himself—thought exactly this.

At this moment, a scout suddenly arrived to report, interrupting the seductive scene of this pool of wine and forest of meat.

Upon hearing the report, the Ice King's profound gaze changed, his expression showing obvious anger as he picked up the wine bowl on the table before him and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.

In an instant, the entire banquet fell silent as cicadas in winter; the dancing concubines stopped, the beast tamers dared not speak, and some even moved a little further away from the women beside them.

Although the Ice King was usually lenient with them, he was a man of decisive slaughter, and no one dared to provoke his wrath.

The Ice King propped up his head, scanned the beast tamers present, and said in an indifferent tone: "Which of you has a way to attack?"

The crowd looked at each other, seeing obvious lack of confidence and retreat in each other's eyes.

Just kidding; they knew nothing but flirting with men/women, and faced with such valiant enemy generals, no one wanted to be the first to stick their neck out.

In this Ice King City, which had almost no external enemies, the beast tamers and even the Ice King relied on the huge taxes paid by the common people to live in luxury. They relied on beasts to suppress the people, and they rarely even left the city.

The beast tamers were very self-aware; rather than counting on this group of good-for-nothings, it would be better for the Ice King to lead the campaign himself.

The intelligence brought by the scout was simple: the thousand-strong beast troop ahead had been completely wiped out, and the soldiers were, without exception, in a frozen state, piling up the long stairs of the Holy Mountain.

The Ice King looked at the group of pleasure-seekers below who had no will to fight, knowing he could not count on them.

Feeling the various negative emotions filling the tent once more,

the Ice King sighed, stood up slowly under the puzzled gazes of the beast tamers and concubines, and walked out of the tent barefoot, eyes fixed straight ahead.

The moment he left the tent, a trace of extremely deep blood-red shadow spread from his shadow into the tent, and after a chilling scream, the tent returned to silence.

And of all this, the guards at the door did not hear a single sound.

The Ice King, naturally, stretched with a look of comfort.

Sure enough, whether hundreds of years ago or today, the negative emotions provided by humans, and even the humans themselves, were delicious.

The Ice King coldly ordered the beast tamers waiting outside: "Gather all the troops and beasts responsible for guarding the city."

"....... King, if we do this, what if there are beasts attacking the city from outside.........!"

A female beast tamer with braided hair, who had recently become a beast tamer and still held onto her original intentions as a commoner, looked worried and tried to advise him.

Who would have thought that, under the pitying gazes of the surrounding beast tamers, a black shadow would suddenly dart out from nowhere, sweeping past the braided female beast tamer at a speed invisible to the naked eye, so fast that even the beast beside her did not react.

Thud.

The sound of a head hitting the ground was so clear; none of the beast tamers dared to say anything more and went directly to mobilize the remaining forces of Ice King City.

After they left, the Ice King looked at the long stairs extending to the sky with a profound gaze that seemed to absorb light, muttering to himself: "The time of His death is clearly close at hand, so why have there been complications?"

Far from Ice King City, under an ice mountain with a somewhat strange shape, a pair of pupil-less, bright golden dragon eyes opened rapidly as if sensing something.

It opened its jaws, and a cold air that seemed capable of freezing time and space permeated out. Looking up at the huge mountain body formed by the power of abundance that had sealed it, the evil dragon sighed in a human-like manner.

"You idiot, you were deceived and even helped others count their money. You're about to die yourself now, aren't you? That ghost of a thing couldn't hold back anymore and finally showed its true colors."

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