Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 874 - 199: Powerful Backing

"You are too bold now!" The head priest’s gaze swept over the plaza, and each Beamon caught in his gaze involuntarily shivered.

"Rallying! Brawling! Are you still soldiers? Are you still priests?" Lord Mourinho angrily pointed at the militia of the Feilengcui and the soldiers of the War God’s Whip, scolding, "You are simply a bunch of ruffians and hooligans!"

A silence ensued.

"And you!" The head priest did not spare the priests in the plaza either, "Over six hundred priests, nearly eight thousand followers! And you just watched these two groups brawl in the War God Plaza! What good are you?"

An awkward silence followed.

"Answer me!" Lord Mourinho roared.

Yet an even more awkward silence ensued.

The clanging of armor and weapons occasionally rang out, as more "Whip of the War God" Legion’s regular knights and infantry marched in neat columns from another street. A Rhein knight, bearing the insignia of a legion commander, furiously reined in his Greenland Snow Lion at the front of War God Plaza, and his gaze pierced the Feilengcui militias like a knife.

A luxurious red chariot, escorted by a squad of brightly-armored Tiger Men Holy Temple Knights, slowly made its way through the neatly formed ranks of Beamon soldiers and stopped beside the statue of the War God.

The Taige Clan Tiger Man coachman leaped down from the front seat, laid the felt and footrest at the door of the carriage, and two Medusa warriors, bearing horns on their heads, bulky and six meters tall, slithered from the back to the front of the carriage, their lifeless eyes mechanically scanning the chaotic War God Plaza.

Horn Viper Warriors! These were two divine envoys of the Religious Tribunal!

The door of the carriage opened, and Lord Bog Camp the White Tiger priest leapt out, supported a short, old Beamon from the carriage who slowly stood upon the footrest and then stepped onto the ground.

This old Beamon clasped an Ancient Bronze Edition of the "Ceremonial Code" to his chest, his face covered in deep wrinkles, a faint "King" character etched between his brows. His slack skin was a grayish white from years away from sunlight, and his head wore a tower-shaped crown studded with gems and pearls. His specially tailored red priest robe was covered with strange symbols.

As those dim, clouded old eyes swept over the entire War God Plaza, whether priests or soldiers, all collectively placed their hands over their chests and offered their utmost sincere respect to this elderly man who represented both divine authority and the War God.

"Honored Cardinal Brut beneath the rainbow, please allow your servant to greet you," the collective voices at that moment were so united.

"God be with you, my children," Cardinal Brut gently waved his hand, his voice, contrary to his appearance, was crisp as befits a priest who sings war hymns for years.

"Cardinal Brut, you have arrived at the right moment!" The Rhein Knight sitting on the Greenland Snow Lion and holding a whip pointed at the Feilengcui militias, his booming voice loud as thunder, "By all means, please hand over all these followers who attacked the regular soldiers to our military for disposal! Making such a scene in the Royal Capital, no matter whose subordinates they are, is unforgivable!"

"Prince Kahn," Cardinal Brut politely nodded to the Rhein legion commander, "Please may I first investigate the situation?"

Liu was astonished and rolled his eyes furiously at the Rhein knight, who turned out to be "Prince Lionheart" Kahn, one of the two legion commanders of "Whip of the War God" and the beloved brother of His Majesty King Grecke Sal.

"What else needs to be investigated, my respected Cardinal Brut!" Prince Kahn growled softly with a face full of golden whiskers, "The facts are already before us!"

"When two children fight, the main duty of a parent is to mediate," Cardinal Brut smiled brightly. "Prince Kahn, the War God tells us that forgiveness and a charitable heart are the greatest virtues."

"Cardinal Brut, what I want to say is, the War God also tells us that the dignity of the law must not be trampled upon!" Prince Kahn said sternly.

"Then, does besieging a priest and his followers count as illegal?" Liu shouted out.

"Who are you?" Prince Kahn turned his Snow Lion and glared at Liu, his look challenging.

"I am the War Shaman Richard who was besieged by your ’Whip of the War God’ Legion’s regular soldiers," Liu crossed his arms and faced Prince Lionheart, "with so many priests here in the plaza who can testify for me!"

"That joke is not funny," Prince Lionheart scoffed coldly. "Beamon’s regular soldiers, how could they possibly besiege a priest without cause!"

"And your joke isn’t very proper either," Liu forcefully blew a gust from his nose, sending it far away. "How could Beamon’s Star Robe priests possibly lead followers to besiege regular soldiers without cause?"

"You..." Prince Kahn boiled with anger, but was momentarily choked up, and after looking around furiously, he sternly asked, his face stiff as a board, "Where is Prince Richard now?"