Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 895 - 206: Quadruple Force Pattern_2

Chapter 895: Chapter 206: Quadruple Force Pattern_2

After drinking Fei Wenli’s Python Bile Juice, Liu Zhenhan’s self-healing ability was indeed powerful, and he didn’t even need to apply Three Stone Powder to stop the bleeding. By the time the sun rose, he could simply wipe the needle scars off his back, which peeled away with a "rustling" sound.

The summoning bell in the War God Plaza rang around ten in the morning, by which time most of the Feilengcui militia were still admiring their leader’s invisible tattoos. Unfortunately, since it wasn’t night, they couldn’t appreciate what the fluorescent tattoos looked like.

Master Otigha almost laughed himself into a faint; he had studied with Stefano, a court master of the Saint Francisco Empire, alongside the famous Mithril Basest Warriors squadron from the Francisco Empire.

The ringing of the summoning bell also signaled the opening of the ceremonial rites. It took the prodding of the Biao warriors to remind a group of Feilengcui people what they were there for. The Biao warrior named Gulte, who had earlier returned to the temple to report to the Red-robed Great Priest, also hurriedly rushed to the tavern inn to inform Lord Richard, the Shaman of Divine Songs, that Helen and Moer had stayed overnight at the Royal Palace’s guesthouse. They would arrive today at the "Rhine Star" grand arena together with the royal carriage, where the coronation ceremony for the Cambridge High Priest would also take place, with His Holiness inviting Lord Richard to join him in the main viewing stand for the ceremony.

The exceptional honor granted to Helen by King Grecke Sal seemed to have alerted the pope as well, who sent a Biao warrior specifically to inform Liu Zhenhan. Old Liu understood perfectly well what this meant.

The deep and prolonged sound of the bullhorn trembled through Sabak, and as Liu Zhenhan stepped out of the tavern, he saw War God Plaza filled with colorful flags. Large red banners stood tall, carrying the names of various regions. Many Shaman Wei An were busy arranging and managing their followers and sacrifices: a squadron of royal Lionman knights in neat, crisp uniforms with white gloves mounted on majestic lions walked in a line from Xiangxie Longen Avenue followed by ten Orephin warriors thundering on war drums. The drum mallets seemed not so much to strike the drums as to shatter the skies, with flags fluttering all the way into the distance, obscured only by the roadside camphor and France gingko trees.

Today, the civilians gathered in Sabak City were all assembled inside the arena, eagerly awaiting the ceremonial performances. Xiangxie Longen Avenue was completely silent as dozens of priests from the Main Temple and Saintesses, carrying torches lit from the altar fire, led each temple’s delegation through various arena entrances.

The Red-robed Great Priest Brut had already arrived in the plaza, cheerfully chatting with the eleven golden-robed high priests. The entire plaza stood out particularly because of the Divine Song Shaman, Liu Zhenhan, dressed in a formidable porcupine skin shaman robe—especially since he wasn’t wearing a crown but flaunting a punk hairstyle with his blond hair, which was fashionably over the top.

Liu Zhenhan hadn’t expected that living so close to the War God Plaza he would still be late, which was rather embarrassing.

"Come here, my lord, being late is always the privilege of the powerful," the Red-robed Great Priest said teasingly as he waved to Liu Zhenhan.

"Hehe..." Liu Zhenhan opened his arms to the pope and laughed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our temple’s newly risen Shaman of Divine Songs following Lord Rumenige, Lord Richard!" the Red-robed Great Priest introduced Liu Zhenhan solemnly to the eleven high priests.

"Good morning, Your Highness." All eleven chief priests, including Lord Mourinho, solemnly greeted the Shaman of Divine Songs with a hand to their chests. This ritualistic greeting was naturally somewhat perfunctory, and the disdain in the eyes of several chief priests was evident, despite the news of the prince being brutally beaten by the priest having spread yesterday. However, this clearly did not make these chief priests feel any reverence for the priest, because Piegel is Piegel, and the upper nobility are the upper nobility. Such class concepts are still deeply rooted in Beamon.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Liu, no longer daring to say "Good morning, my children," quietly recounted the number. Originally, there were twelve chief priests in the kingdom. Milu from Fawkes clan had retired due to old age and illness. Now, these eleven chief priests include, aside from the Swan Mourinho, an ostrich from the Ostrit tribe, a Fawkes, a white-haired Pier, a Saint Kailu clan kangaroo whose hands trembled uncontrollably like chicken claws, a Naidi tribe donkey-headed man, a Rhine tribe lion, a Taige, a Wolf, and a Zebra from the Pier vassal Haos clan, who naturally bore tattoo-like patterns on his face and looked quite delicate, along with another chief priest from the Pier tribe.

Liu secretly analyzed the network of influences and could hardly contain his astonishment. Rhine not only possessed strong military forces but also had considerable presence within the temple. Although the Taige Clan controlled the temple, the relationships among Fawkes, Pier, and Rhine were good, and with the Pier clan’s vassal Haos, the number of chief priests from Rhine in the temple had reached four. The Wolf chief priest was most likely neutral, while the Swan chief priest and his vassal, the Ostrit tribe’s ostrich chief priest, harbored their own schemes. The true influence the lizard high priest could exert, including Qi Dan who succeeded Milu, and his direct line of influence, was limited to merely three chief priests. Even adding the uncertain positions of the Naidi tribe donkey-headed chief priest and the Saint Kailu clan kangaroo chief priest, Brutal Liu controlled only five chief priests.

If the old Fox of Fawkes, Milu, hadn’t retired due to illness, Rhine’s influence would have reached five chief priests. It seemed that without Swan Mourinho’s support, the days of the cardinal dressed in red would not have been so easy.

Impressive! Liu muttered to himself.

"Prince Richard’s hairstyle is quite unique!" Swan Mourinho said with a grin, eyeing the tuft of blonde hair sticking up on Liu’s head. The punk hairstyle suited the hard facial features of the Piegel lord very well, and the bunch of long hair at the back of his head, dyed silver, highlighted the priest’s personality.

"Oh? Why don’t you get one too?" Liu glanced at Swan Mourinho’s blonde hair from the corner of his eye, sneaking a chuckle.

"I’ve already passed the age for such things," Swan Mourinho said demurely, brushing his own blonde hair. "Besides, not every Beamon’s facial lines are the same, such a wild hairstyle only suits you."

"Indeed quite wild." Rhine chief priest snickered from the side. His laughter caused Liu to fix his gaze on him, making the chief priest divert his eyes away.

"Lord Balderama, don’t be fooled by Prince Richard’s appearance. Over the past century, combining all the Shamans of Divine Songs, it’s questionable whether their song power could match that of Prince Richard," Swan Mourinho elegantly kicked the ground with his shiny boots. "A powerful priest who becomes a Shaman of Divine Songs has a trans-era role, meaning happiness for Bimon Kingdom and perhaps disaster for our enemies."

Liu looked up sharply at Mourinho. If there was anyone in the kingdom that Liu was wary of, it was this cunning Swan chief priest.