Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 494 - 107 Absolute Genius Apprentice_2

Chapter 494: Chapter 107 Absolute Genius Apprentice_2

O’Neal took out a roll of red cloth from the back of the Fire Crane and found a reasonably straight tree. He attached the cloth to the tree and shoved it into the moist land.

The crossmarked bloody dragon head and skull of a pig, insignias that revealed Richard’s identity absolutely in the luminescent Beamon text of Emperor Polo, stood beneath this makeshift flagpole. Richard, now dressed in a moon-white ceremonial gown, had his lordly spirit of riots and tattoos hidden away. His gaze was tranquil yet wise, gentle yet elegant.

Gentle breezes swept by, dancing with his flowing hair and stirring the red flag. Timid shadows emerging from the caves gradually ventured further out, the number slowly increasing. Gradually, some spread their wings, hovering in the sky above the stone mountain, curiously observing Xu Dela and Gerein, then turning their gazes to Richard in his moon-white gown.

Richard couldn’t help but reflect deeply.

The Skade Cicada People, known in Beamon culture as the weakest of all, were at most 1.4 meters tall. Converted to Aegean metrics, it was just around one blade and four. They had short arms and legs; small, lean bodies; and large, clear, translucent eyes. They had four wings on their back, which almost matched their height when spread out. The Yufrey Butterfly Clan, larger than the Cicada People and easily recognizable for their clear features and graceful stature, stood at least 1.6 meters tall. Their wings were almost translucent, resembling finely-crafted crystal, the veins inlaid with colorful agate. under the sunlight, they were a stunning sight.

In ancient times, the Butterfly Clan was known across the Aegean Continent as the "Flower Fairies". It was said that the sight of them dancing gracefully in the forests could even make elves feel ashamed. Richard used to think this was hard to believe, but now he saw it wasn’t far-fetched.

Looking at the Butterfly Clan women, who in their crude clothes made of leaves and cocoons, still found it essential to place a beautiful bell-shaped flower in their ebony hair, Richard admired their beauty despite having seen many beautiful women: Indeed, they were deserving of the title Beamon’s four great beauties, Butterfly Beauties!

"I am Richard, the War Shaman of the Piegel race and Feilengcui Lord of the Bimon Kingdom." Richard felt that all eyes were on him, and hastily cleared his throat, saying, "Butterfly Clan and Cicada Clan, you are freed."

He had prepared lots of impassioned speeches along the way, but seeing these pretty Butterfly women, Richard had forgotten them.

He was confused, feeling the many twinkling eyes locked onto him, and gently touched his face.

After a long moment of silence, a sudden cheer swept the land. Richard was startled.

It was as if they had found an outlet for their suppressed suffering of a thousand years, every insect Beamon’s voice turned into a roar. The deeply hidden discontent with fate today had turned into real laughter, and although the shouting may have seemed hysterical, it was their sincerest expression of their original excitement.

How could these insect Beamons not be overwhelmingly excited when a afflicted race abruptly sees happiness after enduring ten thousand years of hardships? The gratitude for the divinity and heartfelt joy could not be described by any language.

The drops of joyful tears falling down from the sky were like sudden spring rain nourishing the land.

Even Richard’s eyes were moist, and O’Neal, standing off to the side, was sobbing. Sometimes, extreme happiness can turn into sadness. The suffering of their kin would touch any Beamon.

A number of Cicada People and Butterfly Clan members were so excited that they fainted, causing a flurry of rescues on the soft blanket-like grass and in the ponds.

Many people fainted again just after being rescued.

It took a while for the members of the two insect Beamon tribes to come back to their senses. Before them stood a Shaman, who embodied the authority of the divinity as passed down from ages past, who was also a lord. Ten thousand years ago, possessing the title of a lord signified outstanding military exploits, a world of difference from the common people’s status. Acting improperly before a Shaman was a very embarrassing matter, which could even bring shame upon the entire tribe.

The elderly members of the Butterfly Clan and the Cicada People, whose temples had turned completely white, quickly gathered their members, who formed orderly lines on the ground.

"My lord!" With all their members, the two elders descended on the lawn, performed the five-point kowtow of the ancient Beamon rites towards Richard, and had everyone else follow suit. As O’Neal had said, their accents were perfectly preserved Beamon speech. This slightly convoluted ancient language was the basic language of the Beamon war songs—it was like singing even when you are scolding.

"Get up and talk!" Richard hurriedly helped the two elders up. He liked the feeling of having people kneel at his feet, but he only wanted so-called strong men who bullied the weak to do so, not the weak themselves.