Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1597: Nutrition Body (1)

Achinas had not truly fought with anyone for a very long time. At his level, there were too few people who could pose a threat to him, let alone confront him directly.

In all of Europe, such individuals numbered no more than ten.

Seeing the allied forces under attack and those powerful battle beasts wantonly slaughtering his subordinates, Achinas was anxious.

His responsibility was to ensure the survival of this team, as it represented his status throughout Europe.

Yet when someone ambushed him, Achinas felt not a trace of anxiety or fear—only excitement.

Anyone who dared attack him after knowing who he was would surely be formidable, likely the leader of this Eastern combat team. Defeating or killing him would solve everything, immediately reversing the battle situation in the town.

Facing the sweeping blade light coming toward him, Achinas summoned a jade torch in his hand, from which a white flame shot out and collided with the blade light.

Energy erupted instantly, forcing the surrounding air outward and creating a vacuum zone.

Afterward, both sides clearly saw each other’s faces.

Achinas glared at Ye Zhongming and said viciously, “My Wind-Chasing White Fox and I will send you to hell.”

He lightly patted the war beast beneath him as he spoke and charged straight at Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming responded with a cold smile, remaining silent as he leaped lightly into the air. A golden streak rushed up behind him—Yellow Ball, using its body to catch its master.

The two sides were already close, and with their rapid approach, they collided in an instant.

Among war beasts, the Wind-Chasing White Fox lived up to its name, moving with extreme speed and agility. It executed a small drift just before meeting Yellow Ball, avoiding a direct collision. Instead, it exposed its flank, where two massive white tails lashed out.

One of the tails bristled with needle-like spikes, transforming into a weapon that swung toward Yellow Ball’s head.

Yellow Ball was slightly slower. By the time the white fox attacked from the side, it could only tilt its head in response.

With a thud, the tail, now resembling an enhanced spiked club, struck Yellow Ball’s head. The impact sent the enlarged war beast’s head snapping backward, blood splattering from the wound.

A slow-motion close-up would reveal Yellow Ball’s bloodied, punctured cheek as it opened its previously closed eyes, revealing a gaze growing increasingly ferocious.

Yellow Ball was famously good-tempered in Cloud Peak. Usually, people saw only a lazy dog napping belly-up in the sun, occasionally playing with children or bullying other war beasts it found amusing.

But against enemies, Yellow Ball’s ferocity and fearlessness were strikingly similar to Xia Bai, Red Hair, and others.

It seemed that all who followed Ye Zhongming—whether human or beast—shared this trait, one that both terrified and envious other factions.

Getting hurt and not retaliating was not Yellow Ball’s style.

Almost the moment its head was struck, Yellow Ball’s claws thrust forward.

As fellow level eight beings, the Wind-Chasing White Fox might have had the advantage in speed, but Yellow Ball surpassed it in other areas. Just consider the company it kept daily—Yangos, Nine Treasures, Three-nosed Elephant, Undead Dragon fish, Icebird, Death King Tree—all top-tier war beasts. Even if they weren’t truly fighting, just sparring provided experience unmatched by others.

Not to mention the enemies Yellow Ball had faced before: the Snow Wolf King, the Human Bear King, even the Holy Father…

So even if it couldn’t match the fox’s speed, experience compensated.

This claw strike landed squarely on the Wind-Chasing White Fox’s rear, drawing an immediate spurt of blood.

In that brief exchange, both war beasts were wounded.

And their masters clashed at the same moment.

Achinas swung his jade torch, leaving trails of white flame in its wake. These trails formed strange, intricate curves.

It was worth noting that these curves were created while blocking Ye Zhongming’s relentless rain of blade strikes—a fact that made the Cloud Peak King’s expression grow graver than before.

Achinas’s eyes traced these patterns, and the corner of his mouth lifted at a certain moment.

The preparations were complete. Now, all that remained was killing this opponent.

His torch suddenly flared with purple light—this was a purple-grade weapon!

Then, the white flames burning atop the torch connected with the lingering trails in the air!

………

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Xia Bai’s opponent was Hollander.

This was no compatriot, but a true European.

Xia Bai’s black-winged, demon-god-like appearance unsettled Hollander.

He had seen many evolved learn jobs or bloodlines that mutated their bodies for power. But those bodies always looked unnatural, grotesque.

Xia Bai’s wings—even the patterns that surfaced on her skin during battle—were flawless and exquisite, as if there existed a race of humans meant to look this way.

He knew evolved blessed like this by the gods were invariably formidable.

So the moment the ambush began, he activated his bloodline.

Hollander’s bloodline was hardly rare in Europe—it even existed in China. It was the Werewolf bloodline, but Hollander’s had advanced to a high grade.

The burly man transformed into a white-furred, bone-armored lycanthrope!

The bone armor protruded from his very body!

His height and frame expanded, making Hollander appear ten times more savage.

Crouching low, he took a short sprint before leaping at Xia Bai in midair. Once airborne, his razor-sharp claws lashed out in a flurry of slashes aimed at her.

This was his bloodline skill—Kiss of the Frenzied Wolf.

Xia Bai, clad in her self-generated battle skirt (far more elegant than Hollander’s skeletal armor), watched the nearly thousand claw streaks flying toward her without the slightest intention to dodge. Her body simply grew slightly hazy.

Hollander was first stunned, then ecstatic.

No one—not even Achinas—had ever been so arrogant as to face his Kiss of the Frenzied Wolf without evasion. At this distance, the Eastern woman had no chance to avoid it now.

The claw streaks struck Xia Bai’s body, the sound of rending flesh echoing in the air.