Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 897 - 207: King, Queen, Princess_2

Chapter 897: Chapter 207: King, Queen, Princess_2

Brut laughed heartily under the rainbow lights, holding Liu Zhenhan with one hand and Mourinho with the other, expressing his intimacy with this small gesture as they walked toward the Colosseum.

Since experiencing the human coliseum in Dorott, the Beamon Coliseum no longer surprised Liu Zhenhan so much. The "Star of Rhine" Coliseum was also supported by Dorott-style pillars, covering approximately eight thousand square meters. Its circular walls were about twenty-five meters high, and the Coliseum could accommodate around forty thousand spectators.

As part of the annual sacrificial ceremony, the Coliseum was now filled to capacity. Beamon had maintained their traditions well. Despite having a social hierarchy, they managed a clever semblance of equality. In the Coliseum, seats in the eastern and western sides, towards the back, were dedicated to slaves, beggars, and courtesans who belonged to the lower social strata. The front sections were reserved for the commoners, the southern for the nobility and their servants, and the northern stands were for VIPs and other prominent figures, with those qualifying to step onto the balcony-like protruding sections being only kings and popes.

Liu Zhenhan was now standing on this balcony-like protruding grandstand.

The guardrail, carved with animal patterns, outlined it like a beast’s cage. Velvet carpets were laid out from top to bottom on the stairs, feeling like stepping into the clouds. Overlooking the Colosseum from above gave him a regal sensation, prompting Liu Zhenhan to take a few more glances and silently revel in it.

The Bay Crocodile delegates, including Guoguo, the second, and third young masters, had all been arranged by the Protocol Officer to the side boxes of the main stand, which was the gathering place for all those partaking in the sacrifices. The main stand was left with only a cluster of top dignitaries. Liu Zhenhan, not fitting in well with the Chief Priest and Great Shaman Wei An, stood alone holding a Div Water Crystal Ball, taking pictures everywhere. Great Shaman Qi Dan was visibly nervous today as he was about to become the Chief Priest, constantly zoning out, which prompted Liu Zhenhan to intentionally take a close-up of him.

All the princes and princesses had arrived today. It was said that His Majesty Grecke Sal had twenty-five princes and princesses. Most of these children were very young, dressed in snow-white blouses with puffed sleeves and were quite charismatic. The adult princes and princesses were clad in beautiful royal attire and court gowns. The princes looked majestic, and the princesses, spirited. Liu Zhenhan counted and noticed only twenty-three, wondering about the discrepancy, then he suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered: one princess had been abducted by Desert People raiders, and Prince Richard, whom he had beaten to a pulp, naturally wouldn’t show up.

Some of the younger princes and princesses, upon seeing Shaman of Divine Songs in his "singing clothes," quickly bowed in salute. Being kids, after finishing their bows, they pointed at Liu Zhenhan’s punk hairstyle and giggled behind their hands.

Liu Zhenhan touched his head and realized he had forgotten to wear his porcupine skin crown since last night, which Rabbit Beauty had taken. In the rush this morning, he hadn’t worn it and now, even if he asked Rabbit Beauty for it in the box, he was worried about offending the royal presence and decided to just let it be.

Prince Lionheart Kahn was also present. Today, it was obviously impossible for the prince to ride his Snow Lion up to the stand, so His Highness held a gem-encrusted egg with a silver cross on it, quite tastefully, and was casually chatting with his wife and a group of luxuriously dressed human envoys.

Feeling Shaman of Divine Songs’s gaze on him made Prince Kahn uncomfortable all over. The prince felt the Shaman’s gaze was like a louse, making him squirm with unease as if he was being made a joke of. The prince couldn’t help but subtly and carefully examine himself, ensuring that his medals were in the right places, his ribbon colors proper, and his appearance was impeccable. Finally, raising his head, Prince Kahn glared fiercely at the detestable Piegel.

With a thunderous roar from the cannons, accompanied by symphonic military music from all sides, every Beamon in the stands stood up in salute. The noisy Coliseum suddenly fell eerily silent.

Flanked by four valorous guards wielding long halberds, a bright yellow canopy gradually rose up the stairway, and the blaring of the massive horn trumpets from around the stands instantly merged into a continuous chorus.

The priests hurriedly adjusted their crowns and robes while the nobles began checking their swords and crests, then straightened their chests, looking towards where their king would soon appear.

The chins of the guard warriors were sharp, their faces formidable as if they had no eyelids, leaving Liu Zhenhan momentarily unable to recall which Beamon race they belonged to. But seeing their four-meter-tall robust bodies proceeding up the stairway and into the viewing platform’s aisle, Liu Zhenhan glimpsed scaly, jagged tails beneath their military tunics and suddenly realized — these were the extremely rare Cardiel Bay Crocodile warriors.

Step by step ascending the steps, holding the Staff of Golden Thorn and wearing the Golden Thorn Crown, His Majesty Grecke Sal, along with Queen Angel and four Taige Princess Consorts, appeared beneath the canopy, surrounded by ten Berserkers of Tel Aviv clad in bear pelts and four Prairie Elf Magicians closely attending them.