Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1086 - 282: Beamon Giant Beast Sacrifice_2

Chapter 1086: Chapter 282: Beamon Giant Beast Sacrifice_2

"Under the Hellenic Skies, your battledance is also considered the greatest gift of the God of War..." Rahagel was very humble.

"Heh heh..." Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"...Of course, Your Majesty, the War Song Scrolls you’ve invented, and the Prophetic Twin Cultivation with magical songs, are indeed peaks we cannot contemplate to reach." Rahagel didn’t forget to offer some flattery to Liu Zhenhan and Moer, "It’s unbelievable to me, Your Majesty, the level of song power you possess. I had no idea that the Antelope Warriors’ Metal Totem Poles were also enhanced with ’The Divine Song of War God’s Brilliance.’ That is truly admirable."

"This is nothing. Every Shaman of Divine Songs has been from a lower class of offerings, naturally not on the same level as me." Liu Zhenhan was not modest at all.

This was the truth. Shamans of Divine Songs who were born from Wind Whisperer and Soul Singer ceremonies couldn’t compare with him—a natural Soul Singer. His ’Singing Robes’ naturally came with a double song strength enhancement effect, and that was fundamentally different. Ten times two could only equal twenty, but a hundred times two was two hundred—the gap was huge.

As for bestowing a Divine Song aura on the Metal Totem Pole and creating a small Forbidden Magic Domain, exempting magic below intermediate level in battle, this was Liu Zhenhan’s proudest creation!

The Divine Song aura could only be bestowed upon religious buildings, meaning apart from Totem Poles which were considered weapons, there was no second weapon that could be graced with a Divine Song aura. If it were an ordinary Beamon, they certainly wouldn’t have such ingenuity-----of course, they also lacked the power. Past Shamans of Divine Songs couldn’t handle the aura even for five Main Temples, let alone anything more.

Liu Zhenhan was quite pleased with the other party’s bit of flattery.

"You are too kind, Elder Rahagel. Any member of the Hegemonic Singing Family, once they possess a Pearl Seven-stringed Lyre, will also have magic attack capabilities. There’s no need to envy me," Moer said, giggling as she hopped off the Gabriel Demon Butterfly.

"Speaking of which, I just remembered something," Qian Qian’s Aunt Sophia held the seven-stringed lyre above her head with great respect: "We are very grateful for Your Majesty’s gift of the Pearl Seven-stringed Lyre, but such an exquisitely precious lyre is really too much for us to accept. We humbly ask that Your Majesty take it back."

"So you won’t give me face?" Liu Zhenhan’s smile vanished in an instant, his eyes turning as cold as coal from an iceberg, frosty and chilling.

"That’s not what we meant, Your Majesty!" The three Chekins trembled in fear: "These three Pearl Seven-stringed Lyres are all embedded with high-quality Magic Crystals and took a great quantity of pearls to manufacture. We truly cannot accept them."

"An enhancement instrument is merely a priest’s sword. I’m counting on you three to enhance the strength of the War God’s Summer Palace in the future. Such standard equipment is nothing in my eyes," Liu Zhenhan said, shaking his head with a smile. "You are poor, but don’t imagine that I’m the same as you, okay?"

"We wouldn’t dare!" The three Chekins were even more panicked.

Helen and Moer couldn’t help but smile wryly at Liu Zhenhan’s words; his bluntness was indeed extreme.

Qian Qian held the Pearl Seven-stringed Lyre in her arms, continually offering sweet smiles to Liu Zhenhan.

"Alright then, Elder Rahagel, let’s have a look at your Beamon behemoth!" Liu Zhenhan rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Qian Qian, you really are something. Why haven’t I heard you mention this before?"

"Uncle Rahagel, you should just show it to His Majesty quickly. I’m afraid if His Majesty has to wait any longer, he might start to feel like taking it by force," Helen said, covering her mouth and snickering on the side.

Rahagel respectfully nodded to Helen and removed the ancient-style Medusa Badge from his chest, casting a dazzling hibernation aura.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes widened with anticipation.

As the hibernation aura dissipated, a Magical Beast resembling an oversized sausage dog lay on the sandy ground, its drowsy, half-closed eyes barely opening before lazily rolling over and standing up. The Magical Beast was only about two meters tall at best, its white fur so long it nearly covered its eyes. Its front legs dangled, as if it were mocking.

Is this supposed to be a Beamon behemoth? Where are the steel claws? And why is the fur snow white? Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes in exasperation. If this was a Beamon behemoth, then his own party’s Mastiffs might as well be considered Holy Giant Dragons, shouldn’t they?

"Your Majesty, my magical pet has not yet reached maturity; it’s still a young Beamon," Rahagel seemed to perceive the misunderstanding and doubt of the Shaman of Divine Songs.

Guoguo strutted over to the Beamon with a ball in tow, looking up at it. The Beamon sniffed and likewise lowered its head to look at Guoguo.

"A young Beamon?" Liu Zhenhan’s heart suddenly felt half as cold, "Its... its fur, why is it white? Beamon should have golden fur!"

He never dreamed that he would finally meet a Polantu priest, his ecstatic joy not even fully expressed before he faced the reality that the Polantu was just a young cub. The contrast was too stark!

Beamons were touted as Magical Beasts capable of hunting Giant Dragons, but without a sizable body and strength, a young Beamon might manage to kill a Dragon’s egg at best. As for waiting until the oversized sausage dog-like Beamon before him matured, that required at least two or three hundred years more, by which time everyone standing here would likely already be in their coffins.

"Yes, Your Majesty. For some reason, its fur is snow white! But I think it is probably because of this that it was abandoned. I found it in the vast desert," Rahagel laughed, "Beamons are family-based. We priests summon magical pets, and if not for coincidence, who has the power to provoke a Beamon? Certainly not me."