Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 879 - 200 Not the fierce dragon crossing the river_3

Chapter 879: Chapter 200 Not the fierce dragon crossing the river_3

Master Otigha continued to cast another "Lotus Flame Seat Shield," and stood atop it alongside the Apprentice Mage Tang Ning. This semi-floating, large-base Magic Shield not only provided protection but also mobility. Master Otigha, truly from a famous lineage and seasoned with experience, had himself, Apprentice Mexi, and Apprentice Mage Tang Ning stand on the "Lotus Flame Seat Shield," achieving three benefits in one move.

Good grief! To unleash two high-level Magic Shields in one go, even a Magic Tutor wouldn’t have this speed, would they? The knowledgeable priests were twitching their eyebrows fiercely, thinking to themselves: Could it be that the Feilengcui Overlord has summoned a Great Magician of Saint Chiao as a follower?

Forest Elf Mage Tang Ning was only an Apprentice Mage, and Apprentice Mexi was somewhat of a blockhead. He had arrived in Feilengcui as a Magic Apprentice and hadn’t made any progress thus far. However, their Crystal Wands, at first glance, seemed to be inlaid with Magic Crystals, which inadvertently boosted their morale.

With the help of the "Soul Ignition Necklace," Elf Mage Tang Ning easily summoned a "Wind Protection Wings," which she attached to the outside of the "Lotus Flame Seat Shield." Fire fanned by the wind, the already exceptionally pure Flame Shield became even more turbulent, displaying an enticingly gem-like crimson.

The two Prairie Elf Mages following Prince Richard were completely dumbfounded.

One was a mid-level Mage, the other was a Magic Apprentice, and it seemed they were up against a Magic Teacher, a high-level Mage, and an apprentice. Did they even stand a chance?

Second Young Master and Third Young Master had now reverted from their transformed state, changing back into Frosty Pichu and a smaller Mourinho, and Guoguo was carrying one on each shoulder as she ran back.

Prince Richard and Prince Kahn looked stiff and remained silent as they watched Piegel the priest, their expressions intriguing.

"I won’t bully you!" Liu Zhenhan took the Metal Totem Pole from Duncan and said to Prince Richard, "You may use Mages, but I’ll be on my own, to save accusations of unfairness should I win, a Shaman of the Divine Songs and martial arts."

"That’s your own claim!" Prince Richard sneered as he picked up the greatsword.

Lord Mourinho, the High Swan Priest, listened coldly to the prince’s words with a relentless sneer.

With a loud ’bang’, Liu Zhenhan planted the Metal Totem Pole into the ground. A whirlwind of golden light shot from Liu Zhenhan’s hand onto the Metal Totem Pole, and a golden smoke ring that rose to the sky left behind an array of scattered eyeballs on the ground.

"Divine Song of War God’s Brilliance!" The War God Plaza suddenly turned into a noisy market, with a cacophony of voices rising and falling.

Liu Zhenhan quickly recited the war song, adding another Divine Song aura to the central statue of the War God in the plaza.

"Wow—" The priests had never heard of such rapid and lavish bestowment of Divine Song! The power required for "Divine Song of War God’s Brilliance" was almost as much as the Evil Aura War Song, which according to the practice of Shaman of Divine Songs usually seen in lower-ranked priests, using a Divine Song would almost amount to gambling with their lives.

Piegel was merely a War Shaman, and he had already used the Sluggishness Aura. Casting two Divine Songs back-to-back, even if he was a naturally talented Soul Singer, should not mean he had such abundant power. This was practically the level of an exemplary Scepter Shaman!

All the priests also realized something they had previously overlooked: this guy was silently casting the war song with remarkable speed!

Lord Mourinho, the High Swan Priest, watched the Feilengcui Overlord, Piegel, with mixed feelings of laughter and tears. Piegel had been in Berserk mode since the start and hadn’t snapped out of it yet. Others might not know, but the High Priest remembered clearly... The Berserk state of a priest is different from that of a warrior; depending on the degree, a warrior’s Berserk state could multiply their strength four to ten times, while a priest’s Berserk state could increase their song power by four to ten times. Of course, priests’ Berserk also increases strength, but to a lesser extent, only doubling it.

A naturally gifted Soul Singer’s innate song power wouldn’t fall short in comparison to an ordinary Staff Shaman. Given the Overlord Richard’s foolish manner of treating Berserk like a daily meal, there was at least an eighty percent chance he could increase his song power by more than five times. Now, that was problematic!

The two Elves preparing to aid Prince Richard suddenly had their faces darken. One was a mid-level Mage, the other a Magic Apprentice, and now they stood within the range of the Divine Song aura that overlapped the Totem Pole and War God statue, unable to muster any magic power.

Retreating sheepishly was an option, but there were distance restrictions to the duel setup. The standard separation between both sides was fifty paces. The Divine Song aura from the Metal Totem Pole and the War God statue enveloped nearly four hundred and fifty square meters around them, leaving the two Elf Mages neither able to stay nor to retreat—utterly frustrated.

After all, Elves are not Beamons. They could neither understand the shock that casting two Divine Song auras back-to-back brought to the Beamons, nor grasp the true intent behind Piegel the priest’s actions!

"The Shaman of Divine Songs is the most devout servant of the gods, Prince Richard, will you continue your challenge?" The red-robed High Priest Brut, who had been keeping his eyes lowered, suddenly lifted his head and asked indifferently.

"Divine... Song... Shaman..." Prince Richard’s gaze became vacant as he repeated the phrase in a murmur.

Prince Richard really didn’t know what to do. The change had come too abruptly, so much so that he wouldn’t have dreamed of such a possibility. Only now did Prince Richard remember that today was indeed the day of the funeral for the venerated Shaman of Divine Songs, Rumyantsev.

It was completely unexpected!

The Shaman of Divine Songs was the chosen spokesperson of the War God!

To assassinate his Holiness the Pontiff or His Majesty the King, one might still find a basketful of twisted logic to conceal the act, but to kill the most devout spokesperson of the War God, one could not find a reason—It was like violating the Saintess guarding the altar flame, an irredeemable grave sin!

Even if it were a fair duel, what then?

Would anyone really dare commit such a heinous crime before the heavens, to kill the Shaman of Divine Songs?