Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 917 - 214: Picking a Quarrel

Chapter 917: Chapter 214: Picking a Quarrel

After a brief silence, the main stand immediately erupted into an upheaval resembling the collapse of the heavens and the shattering of the earth.

The acts performed by Chekin in honor of Plutini had long been preordained by the temple as the greatest heresy of all time. Even when Liu was still a rookie just starting out, Helen had used Plutini as a negative example to warn him of the severity and danger of creating his own battle hymns.

In order to conceal the fact that he possessed his own battle hymns, Liu had hidden his Chinese battle hymns for a long time. The reason was nothing else but that although Shamanic teachings had a tolerant side, once a clergy member committed a blasphemous act and was adjudicated, the only outcome was to be bound to the stake—the executors of the Religious Tribunal were certainly not vegetarians!

"Your Majesty, honored pope, we strongly request that this heretic’s descendant be burned to death, and thus eradicate this evil bloodline from amongst our Beamon!" Several Quentin elders from the Senate stood up, filled with righteous indignation, "Great God of War, such devilish and evil rituals spell a grave threat to our kingdom!"

"Yes, burn her!" Immediately, many nobles chimed in together, "Such an evil ritual, if it once again harms the common folk, our Bimon Kingdom is doomed!"

"Qian Qian, have you now mastered the heretical battle hymn created by Plutini?" The pope’s face was a mix of cloud and sunshine as he stared at the beautiful Chekin and asked, "Swear upon the highest God of War and tell me the truth. The temple, on the king’s suggestion, has abolished the system of guilt by association decades ago. As long as you have not mastered the heretical battle hymn, I assure your safety."

"I swear upon the noble name of the God of War, I have mastered the ’Jane Eyre Battle Hymn’!" Qian Qian’s face was very calm, "The ’Jane Eyre Battle Hymn’ created by my ancestor Plutini is indeed the so-called ’Battle Hymn’ documented in the legal code."

"Then there’s no choice..." The pope let out a long, heartfelt sigh, then turned to the White Tiger priest and said, "Daniel, go call the two divine envoys from the Religious Tribunal."

"Your Eminence, she is not yet a member of the temple, and for the execution of the death by fire, there is no need to trouble the executors of the Tribunal." Chief Quentin of the Senate, Wolf Duke Redkenap kicked his shiny boots and nodded to the cardinal, "Let us worldly folks handle this matter!"

"Your Majesty! Your Eminence! Can I not have a few words of defense? The so-called ’Battle Hymn’ simply does not exist!" Qian Qian ignored the chief Quentin who had already signaled the guards, her beautiful eyes resolute as she looked at the two supreme authorities representing both divine and secular power.

"The ’Battle Hymn’ created by Plutini has already been condemned as heresy, and this verdict was settled over three hundred years ago; what need for further defense?" The expression of the cardinal was rigid, his voice filled with chill and cruelty, "As the greatest heresy of all time, I don’t understand how the Religious Tribunal back then allowed any surviving family of Plutini to escape!"

"Your Eminence! Do you too, as wise as you are, believe that the entire Chekin clan became serfs because of the ’Jane Eyre Battle Hymn’ created by my ancestor Plutini?" Qian Qian’s eyes brimmed with tears, "Can a battle hymn change the thoughts of a race? Is that even possible? Even the most advanced psychic magic among human mages can’t do that! Could a battle hymn have the ability to alter genes? Could a battle hymn have the likelihood to carry destructive desires within blood and pass them down generation after generation?"

Two burly Imperial Guards did not give Qian Qian much time to explain further, seizing her arms, one on each side.

"Burn her to death!" Numerous nobles were shouting the same voice, one laden with a primitive thirst for blood.

"Your Majesty! Your Eminence! Why can’t I be given a chance to explain! My ancestor Plutini created this new type of battle hymn entirely for the difficulties faced by Beamon! The ’Jane Eyre Battle Hymn’ is not like what is recorded in the legal code. Your Majesty, Your Eminence, I beg of you, give me a chance to explain!" Qian Qian’s voice became shrill with near-desperation.

"Honorable guards, please wait a moment." Liu stood up, gestured to the two Imperial Guards holding Chekin with the flick of his finger.

Seeing the Shaman of Divine Songs suddenly giving orders to them, the two Imperial Guards rolled their eyes but did not cease their actions, continuing to escort Qian Qian away. The king immediately waved his hand to halt the guards, granting a modicum of face to the Shaman of Divine Songs.

Moer had already conjured a ball of lightning in her hand, flickering with arcs of power. Seeing the guards wisely come to a halt, the electrified orb quietly dissipated into nothingness.

"Lord Shaman of Divine Songs, do you have any opinions you wish to express at this moment?" Wolf Quentin Old Redkenap looked indifferently at Liu, his face betraying little emotion, but the flash of hatred in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Burning a heretic half an hour later rather than half an hour sooner makes no difference. I am very curious to hear this lady’s explanation, especially concerning Beamon’s fertility issues." Liu nodded to Wolf Quentin. This elder’s son, young Redkenap, had been punched by Guoguo, and his nephew Garnett suffered a thorough humiliation by Liu, and it was clear these accounts had been duly noted by the other party.