Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 522 - 111: Friends Coming from Afar_6

Chapter 522: Chapter 111: Friends Coming from Afar_6

"What a clever and charming child." Lord Mourinho’s words were full of praise.

"Thank you, the teacher of my teacher’s teacher’s teacher." Moer sweetly smiled with grace.

"Beautiful child, let the gods praise you." Lord Mourinho summoned a golden "Aura of Blessing," drizzling it over Moer’s head.

This act once again stunned Liu, as it did everyone else.

A single War Song Halo! And it’s an instantaneous quiet cast!

The last time Liu witnessed a single halo was when the obnoxious Siren Duchess displayed hers. To some extent, Siren’s "Song of Soul-controlling" and the Bimon War Song are very similar in principle.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for a War Song to be quietly cast, even Liu could manage it, but an instantaneous cast was not something he was capable of, even though the "Blessing War Song" is merely a low-level Bimon War Song.

The astonishing thing was that Lord Mourinho used a single halo!

To be able to control a single War Song Halo requires not only innate talent but also a profound understanding and highly skilled application of the War Song. This is the best evidence of superior strength.

The radius of the Bimon War Song halo varies according to each level of the shaman. According to Liu’s strength, his War Song halo has reached 400 square units, which is the strength of an excellent Scepter Shaman. However, the meaning of a single halo is different because it targets an individual rather than providing a wide-ranging boost. He doesn’t know whether he will ever understand this in his lifetime.

Not only could he not achieve it, but even the twelve chief shamans of the other kingdoms might not be able to. The blessing of a single halo doubles the war song’s effectiveness and the duration of the boost. There’s also a chance for a certain degree of defense obliviousness, clearly superior to a Siren, but of course, the song power used by the single halo is also doubled.

Liu wondered if Gortani’s father was posturing or just naturally flamboyant with his abilities.

Since each war song has a unique distribution of song power elements, high-rank war songs are far more complex than the low-rank ones. To master a single War Song Halo, one must start from the bottom and gradually master one song after another. This process is as painful and slow as shaman promotion.

The single War Song Halo is virtually useless in large-scale battles and is only utilized in single combat. Very few shamans bother to practice it. However, the terrifying part of the single halo lies precisely in this. If Liu could master the "Second-stage Power Absorption Song" to the degree of a single War Song Halo and spar with the Tide Lord, even if Gerein has a high resistance to magic, he would be severely disabled if not killed.

Truth be told, it’s impossible to practice an evil halo War Song to that extent. There aren’t many in the Bimon history who can practice a high-level War Song of Magnificent Halo to a single control, let alone an Evil Halo class high-level War Song.

Liu was unsure of the extent to which Lord Mourinho’s single halo had reached, it did not look low at all. After all, he carries the title of "Legendary Shaman".

"Your strength makes me feel humble." Liu spoke from his heart. Respect for the strong is a virtue of the Bimons, and there is nothing shameful about it.

"There’s no need to say that; I’ve seen your deeds. I am preparing to make a report of it to the Red High Priest. Your feats will be remembered in history," Lord Mourinho’s smile was as bright as the sun, "Your achievements will indelibly be written in history."

All Bimons rose to salute this noble high priest. The High Priest, smiling, ascended the steps, casting more and more Auras of Blessing.

More shocking scenes followed.

Over a hundred followers of Lord Mourinho ascended the last few steps of the zigzagging path, one by one, to the top of Red Earth Highland.

So bloody strong! Liu secretly cheered.

Human mages radiating elemental power, wearing cloaks, and holding staves...

Witches with broomsticks flying in the sky, holding crystal balls...

Elven archers and archeresses with beautiful faces and quiver on back, Elf Priestesses in white robes...

Mountain Dwarf warriors wielding war hammers, with bushy beards...

Barbarians, thick-skinned and burly, with both arms covered in bronze arm-guards and hand shields...

Teutonic soldiers in sea-blue battle armor and large flags, wielding Saint Aermanni’s long spear and a half-moon steel shield...

Tel Aviv’s wild Berserkers, brutish and martial, bearing bear skins and battle axes...

Forest Druids, with deer antlers on their heads, holding wooden staffs...

Who else? Old Liu looked up at the dark stairs.

A bone-chilling wind blew past, followed by six frost giants, each five meters tall and armed with wolf-toothed clubs, and a humanoid warrior.

The frost giants, a subspecies of the sky giants, are able to encase themselves in a layer of solid frost when they go to battle wielding their weapons. The more advanced frost giants can even use simple frost magic.

Among them, the humanoid warrior stood out. His aged, handsome face bore slight wrinkles. Though weaponless, anyone standing before him would feel as though a sharp sword was pointed at their brow.

Shockingly, Liu realized that not a single follower of Lord Mourinho was a Bimon warrior.

"Please, take your seats," Lord Mourinho said with a smile. "There’s no need to be formal... allow me to calm my excited heart and extend a sincere welcome to all Yufreys and Skades: Welcome home. Of course, this must be credited to Richard’s excellent work."

The worm people gratefully acknowledged the esteemed figure. Many of the older members greeted Lord Mourinho with an ancient gesture of reverence.

Suddenly, Liu realized that all his followers were gone. Figo, who had been trading jokes with him, was also missing, leaving behind only empty tables and wooden stools.

Liu had no idea when they had left.

’These youngsters! They are really pushing me into the fire pit!’ Liu bitterly shook his head. There was a set of steps at the top of the Red Earth Highland. He didn’t have to go down the stairs to the cave below. Liu could only guess at what those youngsters were sneaking off to do.

"This must be your mysterious and powerful Frosty Pichu magical pet, right? Its name is Guoguo, am I right?" Lord Mourinho walked over to Liu with a smile and affectionately stroked Guoguo’s head. Guoguo purred contentedly and vigorously nodded.

"What a lovely little thing, I’m pleased to meet you, I’m..." Mourinho happily pinched Guoguo’s belly.

"Dumbass~" The Vajra Parrot interrupted before Lord Mourinho could finish speaking.

"Little bastard!" Helen and Gortani scolded, their faces turning red.

"You two~" The Vajra Parrot disdainfully preened its feathers, letting out series of strange calls: "Caw caw~"

Gortani and Helen were so shocked they nearly passed out on the spot.

Even Lord Mourinho, who rarely showed his emotions, gaped like a dying catfish.

The elder Andulan and the two fairy dragons were completely taken aback.

Guoguo and Katusha were openly laughing, while the proud Vajra Parrot let out pleased chirp.

"Who taught the parrot its second phrase?" Liu broke out into a cold sweat from embarrassment.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs again; this time, it was Fico’s fully armed militia.

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