Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 898 - 207: King, Queen, Princess_3

Chapter 898: Chapter 207: King, Queen, Princess_3

Cheers erupted like a mountain collapsing and tsunami, with slaves in the stands prostrating themselves, and all the royal relatives and nobles placing their hands over their chests in salute. Only two people were the exceptions: one was His Holiness Brut, and the other was Shaman Liu Shock.

The king, queen, and princess consort waved to the stands in all four directions, oblivious to Liu Shock’s arrogance--------------The Shaman of Divine Songs and the Star Robe priests were, "in theory," entitled to be greeted by His Majesty the king first. However, there was a significant gap between theory and practice.

Liu Shock wasn’t intentionally being so disrespectful, his right hand was holding the Div Water Crystal Ball, and his left was a mithril arm, which was hardly good for grasping, leaving him no opportunity to place his hand over his chest in salute.

To his surprise, although the queen and princess consort looked decent enough, the king’s stature and facial features were too plain. He lacked the robustness of common Ryans and the majestic appearance characteristic of Lionmen. Apart from his bulbous nose and sparse golden hair proving his identity, other parts of him were less dashing than even a toe of the Doug Tribe’s Mastiff People.

Liu Shock had originally thought that His Majesty the king would surely be a majestic monarch, at least no less remarkable than his brother, Prince Lionheart Kahn. But upon closer inspection, that was not the case at all.

The once-first warrior of Beamon? Liu Shock started to understand why the Mammoth Tribe had disdain for the king. Looking so unremarkable, it was indeed difficult for the Mammoths to be sincerely convinced. Glancing at himself, he chuckled.

Helen and Moer excitedly followed behind His Majesty Grecke Sal, whispering something softly. Seeing Liu Shock patting the Div Water Crystal Ball, Helen and Moer were startled for a moment then covered their mouths, giggling together-------------Liu Shock’s punk hairstyle was just too sexy, too full of character.

The main stand was shaped like a double horizontal line. The king led a large entourage, including Helen and Moer, and walked straight through the central aisle to the foremost thrones on the stand where His Holiness Brut was already smilingly awaiting the king’s presence. The king and the priest exchanged an intimate, undivided look and, with the king waving his golden staff, greeted the subjects in the stands in all four directions. A Prairie Elf Mage used their adept Wind System magic to augment the throne’s voice amplification spell slightly.

"It is a great honor to witness the growth of our kingdom’s most excellent priests at this glorious moment of our annual Sacrificial Festival," proclaimed the king’s voice, vastly different from his appearance in its boldness and grandeur: "Let us all repeat the motto I have set for the Sacrificial Olympics-------------When the priest falls, Beamon falls, and if the priest does not fall, Beamon will never fall!"

"When the priest falls, Beamon falls, and if the priest does not fall, Beamon will never fall!" The roar from the stands echoed through the heavens, with each priest shouting with all their might, including Liu Shock. Only those who were not priests of Beamon could not fully appreciate the motivational power of these words.

"It is a great honor to welcome today the precious treasure that War God Kampas has bestowed upon our Beamon Kingdom," said King Grecke Sal, first nodding politely to His Holiness Brut, "This is thanks to the selfless cultivation of our cardinal priest."

"That is the merit of the War God," His Holiness countered, with each vying to be more modest than the other.

"My subjects, friends from afar, in the presence of our Father God Kampas, I, your king, Grecke Sal, am here to announce some good news!" Grecke Sal’s voice grew increasingly impassioned: "In view of the emergence of a Natural Evolution battle dance priest in our kingdom, we have decided to allocate this priest to the Cambridge Oasis, establishing a sacrificial college to train battle dance priests systematically and step by step! I have more good news to tell everyone. According to our priest, who consulted the archives, the maturation rate of battle dance priests is at least ten times higher than that of those who solely practice battle songs!"

The cheering was thunderous at once.

Yeah, keep bragging. Liu Shock smirked disdainfully, the maturation rate for battle dancers couldn’t possibly be that high.

"Would you like to know the name of our priest of unparalleled talent?" teased the king.

"Yes!" all the voices called out in unison.

"Please welcome the youngest and brightest Natural Evolution priest from our kingdom, from the Northeast Witherspoon Temple, one of Lord Mourinho’s talented lineage--------------Helen Lena!" King Grecke Sal stepped down from the throne with a smile, took Helen’s hand, and led her onto the throne.

Gasps filled the air, the majority in awe of Helen’s beauty, and another part surprised by her youth.

Two strong and fierce Lionman swordsmen immediately stepped onto the throne platform with two golden trays, knelt on one knee, and presented the trays over their heads with respect.

In one golden tray was a seven-colored, splendid Peacock Feather and a priest’s robe woven with gold thread and pearls, reflecting a fantastical light and colors in the sunlight. Also in the tray was a headdress braided with opened tail feathers and pearls, and boots adorned with colorful feathers, placed on top of the priest’s robe.

The other golden tray contained a copper-aged "Ceremonial Code" and a golden staff entwined with thorns.

The Queen and Princess Consorts personally assisted Helen in putting on the headdress and priest’s robe, while His Majesty the King and the Archbishop, under the rainbow lights, handed Helen the golden staff and "Ceremonial Code," and each shared a tender embrace with her.

Helen’s cheeks turned a charming shade of pink from excitement. Wearing the dazzling, seven-colored priest’s robe, she was so beautiful it was almost unbearable to look directly at her.

Liu Zhenhan stood at a distance, secretly thrilled. Helen had made something of herself, and he was perhaps the happiest about it.

"On this auspicious day, I would like to put forth a suggestion. As everyone knows, Princess Phineia was kidnapped by Desert People bandits, and Helen’s parents also met their demise at the hands of the same Desert People bandits. It’s the War God’s will that brought together Helen, who has lost her parents, and I, who have lost my daughter. Tell me, don’t I deserve to become Helen’s adoptive mother?" Queen Angel asked her subjects, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow.

"Of course, you do!" countless voices replied.

"What do you say, Helen?" Queen Angel asked, turning to an almost stupefied Helen.

"I... I..." Helen was completely overwhelmed, nervously searching for Liu Zhenhan in the crowd.

"Let us cheer for the first Dean of the Cambridge Sacrificial College, the new Grand Priest of Cambridge, who is also my adopted daughter and the esteemed Princess of the Fox Tribe, Helen. Let all of Beamon’s passion ignite our nerves that have been dry for a thousand years!" His Majesty the King instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all Beamon people with his most rousing speech, creating a fait accompli.

"Beloved children of the Gods, up next, our Grand Priest Helen from Cambridge will show everyone what is meant by a battle dance! The temple will send a Chief Priest to perform together with Helen!" Archbishop Brut, under the rainbow lights, unexpectedly threw in this statement, perhaps driven by some inner motive.

Liu Zhenhan thought this old gecko seemed to have lost his senses, making an unequivocally foolish move. Wasn’t this clearly trying to outshine Helen, to undermine her onstage? To undermine Helen was to undermine Liu Zhenhan!

Would it help bringing in the Chief Priest? Even if Mourinho went up to compete with the battle chant, he might not be a match for Helen, who had the endurance of ’Jiang’s patience and Kui Drum’!

As for the King and Queen, Liu Zhenhan felt this couple was bad to the core. Adopting a daughter was one thing, but forcing the issue like tyrants, not even giving Helen time to react, and becoming cheap parents outright.

Now things were getting interesting. Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but find the situation both amusing and inevitable.

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