Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 544: Riding the Giant Beast
"Ancient sages and craftsmen created beings of immense magnitude. They walked the earth, soared through the sky, and fought with equally great creatures on the battlefield... dyeing the mountains red and causing the stars to fall."

On the grassland, a man held a green fruit-shaped lute and sang softly.

He was wearing a simple linen robe with his chest open, and the long wind blew up the green waves and his collar.

"Bud, what are you singing?" Someone behind him seemed to finally be unable to stand the noise and stepped forward to speak.

He was dressed in a black robe and black armor. At first glance, he looked like a paladin of the Holy Empire, but the iconic pattern on his chest was not a burning flame, but a silver-ash that had been burned out and completely extinguished.

"The Dust-covered Giant's first act, chapter two, one of the oldest ballads in the world... Oh, you were born in the Holy Kingdom, so I forgive you for not having heard of it." Bard plucked the strings of the harp, and a beautiful ending sound came out. "But even so... Griffin, you are the most disrespectful to me in the entire Ash Cult."

"Because your faith in the Grand Master is the weakest, and I did not join the cult just because I heard your teachings." Griffin leaned on the Paladin's Cross and closed his eyes. "What does this song say?"

"A good audience should listen to the story themselves, instead of asking the bard questions." Bard complained, but seeing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, it was obvious that he was enjoying it. "We sang in a low voice, those beings that stood like mountains and roared like thunder - machines and monsters fought in the wilderness, steel and flesh intertwined. That was the history of mankind, and also the most tragic war in the past."

"Its name is, Battle of Giant Beasts."

"A mountain of machines..." Griffin thought, "That's Narko."

No wonder such stories have not spread in the Holy Kingdom.

"Maybe so." Bard did not comment, but continued, "The memory of that war has long been blurred. There is no record. Only legends and myths remain - 'the wind and sand covered the truth, leaving only a vague illusion'."

"I haven't had time to find those sleeping giants, but the skeletons of the beasts... remain in the world."

——The so-called wasteland of bones.

There are weathered bones dozens or hundreds of meters high there... The poet plucked the strings of the guitar, and his heart trembled when he thought of this: if there really were machines that could fight against them when they were alive, they would definitely not be comparable to the skeletons of today.

And who can create them?

Possessing such great power...he is truly no different from the god sung by the Cult of Ashes.

Bud paused and shook his head.

He joked that he had been in the cult for too long and had compiled too many unrealistic poems, to the point that even his own thinking was about to be assimilated.

These deeds may simply be the result of our ancestors seeing the corpses of giant beasts that died in the wasteland of bones and being fascinated by them, so they imagined a whole set of tragic and magnificent legends.

This is elsewhere on the mainland.

It is also common.

The red fortress stretches for thousands of miles, and the beacon towers stand tall. The wind blows and the grass stirs, and the green waves roll.

Behind the two of them.

The dark crowd of cult members stood side by side, like a layer of dark clouds covering the grassland.

"Here it comes." Griffin opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time.

At the end of the sky, long necks poked out of the flat ground like a wriggling jungle.

One of them.

Especially huge.

"More importantly..." Bud was still immersed in his own thoughts, "It takes unimaginable time and resources to build giant machines, but before they are born..."

"How did our ancestors survive surrounded by giant beasts?"

Griffin ignored the sentimental bard. He drew out the Paladin's Cross. The blade was snow-white and shining.

Inscription on
It was the elegant two words "Beiyou".

At the same time, tribal warriors, wolf riders, defenders of the Embers, new troops from the swamp...all drew their weapons.

In the western part of Shandi, a deafening war roar broke out.

……

……

"Bang!" To everyone's surprise, when the elder-stage beaked beast pounced on him, Lu Meng retracted the inscribed blade as if giving up resistance and collided with it head-on with his bare hands.

He looked as if he had been hit by a cannonball.

He was carried into the air by the head of the beaked beast.

"red--"

Before little Dib could even utter a scream, a shrill roar drowned out all other sounds.

He suddenly covered his ears.

Wumian stared blankly, a trace of blood leaked from his eardrum, and the sound began to become a little unclear... But he only saw:

The ancient giant beast was struggling in pain.

It's like being boiled and fried in hell.

Lu Meng held the head of the beaked beast in his arms, and was not thrown away at all. One of his palms actually pierced through the cuticle and inserted into the bone. A stream of transparent liquid spurted out, with blood streaks, like cerebrospinal fluid.

At the same time, the module takes effect.

Energy surged out of his body like water being pumped out, turning into electric current, pheromones... and all similar things, and penetrated straight into the brain of the long-necked beast along his arms.

Lu Meng's muscles twitched, cells differentiated, blood was lost... but the pain felt by the beaked beast was a thousand times greater than his.

"Get up." He whispered through his dry lips.

In everyone's surprised eyes.

The beaked beast, which was more than ten meters tall, stopped struggling and slowly turned around.

Facing the faceless one.

Another elder-stage beaked beast had just arrived with heavy steps, the madness in its eyes had not yet subsided, when suddenly a long neck that was much thicker than its own came swinging towards it with a thunderous sound of breaking wind.

It hit its torso hard.

Lu Meng slid down the back of the beaked beast, drew his weapon with his backhand, cut off a layer of spiky bone, and stood steadily on it.

He took out the wine bag from his waist and poured enough White Eyebrow liquor to get three adults drunk. The B-level [Liquid Drinking] module took effect, and the alcohol was converted into gurgling energy at a rate almost like burning and exploding, slightly making up for the deficit caused by taming the beast.

"I'll call you 'Long Neck' from now on." Lu Meng patted the long neck of the beaked beast under him.

The ancient giant beast struggled in its eyes, biting its companion's body and tearing off a large piece of flesh.

It has not yet been domesticated.

But at this moment, the actions of the body are no longer under the control of the creature itself.

The price Lu Meng paid was also astonishing.

Even though he was already at the war level, using the method of using one force to break ten skills and forcibly controlling such an elder-level behemoth would almost drain his physical strength.

They are native to this planet.

We are the outsiders.

Before the biological structure of the beaked beast was thoroughly studied, the barriers between species undoubtedly caused great efficiency losses.

For this reason, Lu Meng could only choose the most powerful beaked beast among them.

Fortunately, Wumian had completed this task for him - among the entire beast disaster, this elder-stage beaked beast was the oldest.

The other beaked beast howled and screamed under the blows and bites, and fought back.

But it seems so powerless.

Although both are elder-stage beaked beasts, their size is at least one-third smaller than the one controlled by Lu Meng.

(End of this chapter)