Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1573 - 482: Language Trap {Part 1}

Chapter 1573: Chapter 482: Language Trap {Part 1}

"So, you’re saying that this Cardin Beast Cavalry Corps alone costs two million White Shell Coins just to pay for the mutation potions?" Liu Zhenshock immediately calculated the price. It was the same old story—this wasn’t just about money. The Lich King truly had a grand appetite; that amount of money could easily pile up into a hill!

"Yes, two million White Shell Coins! White Shell Coins are considered Duke-level currency precisely because they’re so scarce. Over the millions of years of circulation in the Demon World, nearly all the White Shell Coins have been hoarded by me in the past few centuries! The other two monarchs—now even if they want to establish a Mutated Arcane Beast Cavalry Corps, they can’t do it." The Lich King’s sly smile suddenly made Liu Zhenshock realize why this guy would readily reveal the "secret" behind the Mutated Arcane Beasts. Turns out "Nau Platinum" among the upper echelons of the Three Mainlands of the Demon World no longer needed to be kept confidential—because the bastard had monopolized the entire supply chain.

It’s similar to Florence; even if everyone on the Aegean Continent knows the secrets behind Phantom Beasts, what could they really do?

Rommel had already joined Lucian’s ranks of Fallen Elves. With this hybrid Fawkes’ strategic mind, coupled with the new and old enmities between the Fallen Elves and Liu Zhenshock, hoping they would keep the Phantom Beast’s secrets was nothing short of wishful thinking!

But even if the secret was leaked, what could happen? Those Three-Eyed Giants were all squeezed firmly into Liu Zhenshock’s grasp. Without "Doppler Rays," no matter who you are, you’d be left hiding in a corner, tracing circles while dreaming futilely about Phantom Beasts!

Clark Gable, His Majesty, was no exception. Anyway, the millions of years of accumulated White Shell Coins in the Demon World were shaved clean by him. Even if he publicly released the refining method, what difference would it make? It’d disgust everyone to death!

If you’ve got guts, step into the poison-filled "Sea of Mist" to collect them. Gather twenty thousand White Shell Coins, and let’s see if the deadly toxins don’t knock your teeth out!

"Prince Karu, I currently hold twenty Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum’ in my inventory! These stocks are my precious treasures. I’m now planning to use them all on ordinary Arcane Beasts to form a true Mutated Arcane Beast Cavalry. The mutation of ordinary beasts is merely an extension of their origin power. No matter how they mutate, their arcane abilities are limited. But Arcane Beasts are entirely different. Their mutation can further enhance their size, strength, and arcane abilities. Although, during the mutation process, there’s a certain degree of randomness in the capabilities of each Mutated Arcane Beast, there’s no denying that, at the very least, they advance by one rank! The problem now is that twenty Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum’ is enough to mutate 2,600 Arcane Beasts! But I’m struggling to find that many suitable Arcane Beast candidates for mutation. I’ve been assessing potential targets recently: Either their size is large enough, but their mobility is lacking; or their speed is decent, but their size is too small to serve well as mounts!" The Lich King continued, "With the Holy War imminent, I think I need to make a decision soon!"

"Your Majesty, this truly sounds like a happy burden," Liu Zhenshock muttered, cold sweat rolling down his spine. Including the previously established 1,300-person Cardin Beast Cavalry Corps, plus the additional 20 Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum,’ which could produce another 2,600 Mutated Arcane Beasts, this guy could arm a total of 3,900 Magical Beast Knights. Nearly equivalent to four fully equipped Knight Brigades! Truly... Emperor Polo’s mother!"

"You are the perfect candidate to solve this happy burden, my dear Prince Karu." The Lich King chuckled, pulling out a long bone-crafted pipe, striking a flint to light the pungent cattail-like tobacco.

"Your Majesty, are you suggesting...?" Liu Zhenshock felt puzzled, hesitant to grasp the Lich King’s intent, so he carefully phrased his question, "...I’m just a simple person, Your Majesty. Please speak plainly! I’m a bit confused. How are your Mutated Arcane Beasts connected to me?"

"We’re all smart people. I understand why you came to Bollywood, Prince Karu! And I also know what you’ve been up to on the other two continents!" Lich King Clark Gable clamped the pipe between his teeth, his brows slightly raised, his eyes bursting with a sharp glint. "Let me put it this way: If I give you ten Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum,’ would you leave the Left Shore King selection of Bollywood Continent? I know it’s the last stop on your journey through the Demon World!"

Liu Zhenshock could hardly believe his ears. Although he’d vaguely entertained the idea before, this possibility still felt wildly ludicrous, even in his most optimistic daydreams!

Ten Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum’—enough to create 1,300 Mutated Arcane Beasts. A force like that could not be ignored!

Though Magical Beast mounts weren’t as instinctively bonded as ceremonial Magical Pets, they were undeniably a terrifying military power!

Currently, even if you tallied up all the Shamans in the Beamon Kingdom—official or unofficial—you’d barely account for a thousand individuals. In other words, only a thousand Magical Pets!

And yet, this Lich King was casually offering to hand over such a colossal military force, as though gifting someone a loaf of bread. Liu Zhenshock was genuinely torn between calling him an idiot or concluding this world simply lacked sane individuals.

Regardless, he couldn’t fathom why bribing Old Liu would require such a massive investment!

Was the Left Shore King title really worth this much?

The Knight Brigade composed of Magical Beasts, especially mutated ones, represented a truly unparalleled elite military unit!

On Hollywood Continent, under Liu’s domineering influence, they had submitted only after losing three major Dreadlords, leaving Paul Newman in a state of panic and disarray. That’s how they surrendered the Druid prince Kaka.

Kaka had wreaked havoc across the Demon World for so many years. Paul Newman clearly understood that the Druid pretty boy’s destructive lightning magic was stolen through fusion with the "Electric Absorption Pearl." Without that ability, he wouldn’t have required such grand measures tailored for a Saint-Level Mage just to deal with this young upstart!

Kaka, combined with the "Electric Absorption Pearl," was akin to Moer, who had merged with the "Singing Crystal" to gain her lightning ability. Since this kind of arcane power didn’t originate within the soul, it couldn’t be extracted. Thus, Paul Newman begrudgingly gifted Kaka to Liu Zhenshock!

Had that lightning magic been innate, there’s no way Old Liu would have been offered such a bargain!

And now this Lich King Gable was even more extravagant!

Having suffered losses beyond measure, he was astoundingly proposing such generous terms to seek peace. This was wildly uncharacteristic of the Demon Clan’s steadfastly obstinate nature. Demons trust what they see—not what they hear!

Especially someone like the Lich King!

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I must compete for the Left Shore King title because I need military command authority!" Liu Zhenshock sighed with a bitter expression on his face, painfully rejecting this overly generous offer—he almost yielded!

There’s no other way! To incite conflict between the Demon Clan and the Sea Clan, a trigger is required!

Neither the Sea Clan nor the Demon Clan would just let Beamon off the hook! Hoping they’d tear into each other relentlessly? Forget about it!

Now, on the other two Demon Worlds’ continents, Liu definitely didn’t stand a chance at competing for the Left Shore King post anymore! Returning to push boundaries would only force the two other Lich Kings to flip out and fight him to the death. Bollywood was the only option left!

Liu Zhenshock must secure the Left Shore King title here to seize military authority!

The title of Left Shore King isn’t just pivotal for the future trajectory and structure of the Aegean Continent, but it also involves the safety of six million Beamon lives! As a national leader—a Shaman of Divine Songs with not-so-far-sighted vision—Liu Zhenshock had to force himself to make this tough but critical decision!

He even resented himself a bit for randomly coming up with such a grand strategic plan—taking the Demon Clan to raid the Sea Clan?! Damn it! Damn it! What if the plan fails?

Ten Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum’!

It’s equivalent to 1,300 Mutated Magical Beast Knights!

Heavens! Kampas, my boss, where are you? This decision isn’t something humans are capable of making! Liu Zhenshock felt like someone who found a wallet, only to have the owner reclaim it—a pathetic loser. His face was etched with anguish, as if he’d been stabbed seventeen or eighteen times, his heart bleeding from every corner.

"My dear Prince, you can set other terms. If only you’d abandon your bid for the Left Shore King position—I could agree to anything." The Lich King sounded genuinely sincere, his gaze fervent yet pleading.

"No!" Liu Zhenshock’s expression twisted with pain, but his reply was resolute.

Had it been a day ago, he might have accepted Clark Gable’s exceptionally generous offer, but today it was no longer possible. On matters of principle, once Liu Zhenshock made a decision, there was absolutely no room for negotiation!

Faced with this firm rejection, Lich King Clark Gable showed no surprise. Nor did he look disappointed. He maintained his gentlemanly smile as he stared at the desolate-faced Liu Zhenshock, his eyes emanating approval.

"Prince Karu, while our Bollywood strength has taken some hits recently, I still firmly believe that building a legion isn’t about the personal combat abilities of the commander—it’s about the quality of grassroots officers! A legion with a large number of excellent junior officers possesses far greater combat prowess than one dominated by elite warriors at the top. Outstanding grassroots officers can stabilize a warrior’s emotions under any circumstance. Defeat won’t devolve into complete chaos, with everyone scattering and fleeing. Victory, meanwhile, remains orderly, adhering to sound tactics."

Liu Zhenshock raised an eyebrow. What did this mean? What was the Lich King getting at?

"What good is a commander skilled in battle? Modern wars require impeccable strategy and grand war artistry—not the days from ten thousand years ago, when commanders had to lead charges themselves!" The Lich King paused momentarily, removed his pipe, and pursed his lips to exhale a string of smoke rings. "Prince, I’ve been circling around this topic to say that, despite its setbacks, Bollywood Continent’s foundations remain intact—we’re far from collapse!"

"Is this a warning?" Liu Zhenshock grabbed a fistful of his Mohawk hair, yanking out a clump of purple strands like pulling weeds. Slowly raising his head, he tilted his gaze sharply sideways, his eyes blazing ferociously toward the Lich King.

The screech of tables and chairs clashing rang out. A crowd of Winged Knights rose with a rustling commotion, each gripping their sword hilts and focusing their intimidating glares on the impudent silver-eyed man.