Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 915 - 213: Later Generations_2

Chapter 915: Chapter 213: Later Generations_2

All the people in the entire arena maintained a posture of looking upward, their gazes moving with the descent of this marble flowerpot.

Richard leaped forward and caught the marble flowerpot as it fell from the air.

All eyes silently stared at the marble flowerpot, which was engraved with exquisite intertwining patterns. The outer walls of the flowerpot were now unrecognizable, covered with overlapping, mottled chop marks, each about an inch deep. The thick stone seams revealed exposed soil, and the fine chop marks also carried a series of spiderweb-like cracks. Only a tender, bare stump of Golden Sparrow remained in the flowerpot.

A series of "crackling" sounds were heard as the marble flowerpot cracked into countless pieces in Richard’s hands, suddenly falling apart.

"A Sacrificial Legend is indeed a Sacrificial Legend!" Richard threw a clump of dirt from his hand onto the ground, and meaningfully gave a thumbs up to the chief swan priest.

"The power of this battle song is almost exactly the same as the ’Wind’s Sorrow’ from the Wind System Spells, definitely a high-level spell," muttered an elderly royal elven mage.

"Our Altar Sacrificial Ceremony... can use magic attacks now?" Pope Brut’s eyes teared up.

"From now on, you will be a monument in our sacrifices!" His Majesty the King sighed deeply, bowed his head with one hand on his chest, and sent deep respect to Lord Mourinho, immediately surrounded by countless bowing shadows.

Richard felt the same way. He had to admit it, and he had no choice but to admit it. However, he thought the Pope’s optimism was too premature. Just because Lord Mourinho had developed a new type of battle song did not mean that the Beamon priests would now possess magical attack capabilities.

Others might not understand, but Richard knew far too well.

This new attack battle song used Beamon language as its inherent melody and rhythm, except for an elongated and complex Elvish phonetic scale at the end. The beginning and middle parts also featured distinctly different Elvish spell phonetic scales. With so many Ancient Elvish phonetic scales, the difficulty of mastering it was nearly three times more complicated than any evil aura battle song. Without mastering Ancient Elvish, it would be extremely difficult for Beamon priests to learn this battle song without missing a syllable.

However, this did not discredit the swan’s chief priest. He indeed managed to inspire magical attacks by chanting the battle song. If he merely wanted to bluff through with a segment of Elvish magic spells, he couldn’t fool the experts here. This battle song was truly transcending an era, but it was still somewhat immature. If it could be improved to only require Elvish phonetic scales at the ending, then this battle song might be massively popular.

Apart from being impressive, there really was no other way to describe the swan chief priest!

Richard was struggling; he almost burst out laughing. Although he wasn’t a genius, by a fortunate mix-up, he also became a foreign elf, and he knew Ancient Elvish. Although he didn’t memorize the lyrics of the Great Wind Song at once, the Div Water Crystal Ball in his hand had both camera and recording functions, meaning that Richard could learn this battle song later just as quickly as singing an easy song — this was not an easy feat! Richard finally got the better of an old swan.

At that moment, Lord Mourinho’s children were also invited by the protocol officer to the main stand. Indeed, as the siblings of Gortani, they almost looked identical, beautiful and spirited, with pride mixed with sanctity, commanding awe from onlookers.

Richard almost gaped at Golinny; if this girl stood next to Gortani, he really might not be able to tell them apart.

Golinny and Gomes paid their respects to His Majesty the King and Pope Brut, one after the other. Both were dressed in white War Sacrificial Ceremonial robes, complemented with pristine wings and pure exteriors, like angels fallen to earth.

"Developing a new type of battle song is not so easy. In total, it took me about ten years. In fact, up to today, this battle song is still not very mature. Not only are the melodies of the battle song too complex, but the required song power is also more than what is needed for an evil aura battle song," Lord Mourinho said with a smile to the surrounding nobles and chief priests: "The high regard from His Majesty and Pope Brut is really quite flattering. Winning dignity for Beamon is a responsibility borne by each of our priests, so after this grand ceremony, I plan to teach Helen this battle song quickly. With Helen’s aptitude, it’s just a matter of time before she learns it. Once Helen masters the battle song, the accompanying battle dance can be created. If all our Staff Shamans learn it, the significance will be era-defining."

"Your wisdom can illuminate even the darkest abysses." Everyone was in awe to the extreme. There were no human delegates left on the main stand now; it was all Beamon people. Swan chief priest’s words instantly ignited the pride and future outlook of Beamon. No priest had ever thought as far ahead as the swan chief priest. Yes, there was also a dancer-singer Helen! She was like a translator machine!

"Helen has brought us a song we had never seen before, ’The Song of Emerald Cold,’ while Richard, in his role as the Dragon Priest, brought us ’The Divine Song of the Battle God’s Glory,’ Moer brought back ’The Tears Song of Starbucks’ and ’Storm Lion Horn Song,’ and, last but not least, we never expected our Lord Mourinho to bring a new type of attack battle song and a pair of singer-mage priest children, a genius lineage of priests indeed unprecedented!" Pope Brut couldn’t stop smiling, endlessly praising Mourinho.