Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 911 - 212: The False Prophet

Chapter 911: Chapter 212: The False Prophet

Moer’s competition against this civilian beauty shaman was immediately halted by His Majesty the King.

This Chekin beauty’s resoluteness touched everyone, for she dared to chant "The Last Elegy," a war song only allowed for War Shamans, right in front of the Cloud Qin Golden Figures. Had not His Majesty the King interrupted her with the Rhine Tribe’s racial ability "Lion’s Roar," she would have exchanged her life for the "Nebula Chain Lightning" and struck the Cloud Qin Golden Figures ninety-nine times with her lightning chain.

Such an obsession with victory had reached the level of madness.

During the Altar Olympic Contest, if there was a significant disparity in strength between the opposing sides, at most it would result in the loss of magic pets. In cases where the weaker side was too proud to back down, such situations were inevitable, but playing with one’s life took things a bit too far.

Like all official competitions in the Bimon Kingdom, the Altar Olympic Festival had a death quota, but it was one thing for a low-tier magic pet to be sacrificed; however, to lose the first shaman in Bimon history to possess triplet magic pets under public watch was something neither the nation nor the temple could ever accept.

Moer and the Chekin beauty shaman were then taken by the match officials to the main stand to meet with His Majesty the King and His Holiness the Patriarch below.

The mood of His Holiness the Patriarch below and His Majesty the King was close to extreme euphoria; the expressions on their faces completely betrayed their inner feelings. A farmer who sees grapes growing bigger than watermelons in his orchard would feel much the same.

In history, due to the temple, the societal status of the Mank Tribe mages had always been suppressed by the altar shamans. The key reason was the absurdly low birth rate of mages. To become a qualified mage, one needed a high aptitude for intellect and elemental sensitivity. Intelligent Beamons could not possibly have the same developed population coefficients as the Mank Tribe; those Beamons who did meet the population criteria were all fools. Moreover, mages couldn’t teach their knowledge to apprentices through "Enlightenment of Wisdom" like shamans, which further increased the difficulty of spreading magic.

Since the Heigar Battle a thousand years ago, the last remaining non-rebellious Mank Tribe monkey people had vanished in the sands of time. The power of magic was clearly evident, and after the "Cangqiong Prophet," a Skade Tribe Cicada Person, disappeared from history, the Bimon Kingdom had also considered promoting magic on a large scale. The final result was that over thousands of years, the number of magic users among the Mank Tribe only increased significantly. Due to generous financial and resource support, the Mank Tribe mages, on top of mastering the four primary magic elements of "Qi, Fire, Water, and Earth," uncovered more categories of magic, finally sprinkling the largest salt flower on Bimon Kingdom’s wound when the Mank Tribe became independent.

During the temple’s banquet, the Shaman of Divine Songs, Richard, had bragged to His Holiness the Patriarch about being a Grand Mage of Saint Chiao. His Holiness Patriarch Brut below and Great Shaman Qi Dan, along with White Tiger Shaman Bog Camp, merely laughed off Piegel’s joke—Even if their three heads were chopped off, the three high-ranking temple officials would never believe such a possibility.

Boasting was one thing, but witnessing with one’s own eyes was quite another; the magic summoned by Moer was like a blissful sap to the head, leaving all Beamons completely stunned.

The entire arena was utterly in chaos; no Beamon could believe that one of their own had become a mage, and they all erupted into noisy commotion.

The human delegation was even more incredulous! In human eyes, even a Magic Apprentice could become a court master in the Bimon Kingdom. If magicians, let alone grand magicians, could also emerge from the magic deserts, it would be a tremendous shock to humans. The reason humans could suppress Beamon was the deterrent force of magic superiority. If Beamon discovered the secret to entering the halls of magic on a large scale, and if hostilities were to arise between human realms and Beamon in the future, the consequences would be dire.

The four Imperial Guard Mantis Blade Saints immediately led a team of court guards onto the main stand, politely escorting rows of human envoys and ladies sporting curly wigs out of the venue for a rest.

His Majesty the King and His Holiness the Patriarch looked at each other with visible regret on their faces; the Altar Olympic had always aimed to select excellent young shamans with a competitive purpose, so the secrecy was not tight enough. It was one thing for the appearance of a shaman with triplet magic pets, but Moer’s sudden emergence with magic should have been top-secret. After all, these human envoys were essentially spies sent by their respective human nations. With such a significant event, they would surely report back to their own countries. If the human nations feared Moer’s potential to spread magic and decided to assassinate her, what then?

Such a loss was absolutely unbearable for both the temple and the kingdom!

At a signal from His Holiness the Patriarch, two Biao warriors drew their flag spears from behind and took to the skies, their mission clear—to snipe all pigeons that took flight over Sabak City. Delay was the name of the game, and His Majesty the King also quietly whispered a few words to an Imperial Guard officer, who promptly led a contingent of Centaur archers out of the arena.