Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 918 - 214: Arguing_2

Chapter 918: Chapter 214: Arguing_2

"Would you even listen to heresy?" Quentin Wolf spoke with some disdain, "It’s hard to imagine, do you also call yourself the spokesperson of the God of War?"

"Originally, I had no sympathy for heresy, but now, I suddenly find Miss Qian Qian’s words to be very sensible. The specific effects of the battle hymn, as a priest, I couldn’t be clearer—it indeed can’t possibly function for dozens of generations. Such an extended cooldown period is implausible." Liu Zhenhan smiled wryly, "Sorry, I’ve always treated certain records in the sacred law as stories and legends without considering whether these stories should make logical sense. Now that I think about it, it’s preposterous to suppose that a single battle hymn could corrupt an entire race! If we burn our own kin at the stake based on such texts, without discernment, it is far too rash and simplistic. Even the act of suicide is viewed as sacrilege in the doctrine, and of course, so is prematurely ending a Beamon’s life."

"Richard, do you realize what you’re saying?" The pope underneath the rainbow vestment became a bit anxious, and his expression gradually turned to one of horror as he looked at Liu Zhenhan.

"It is the truth, my reverend." Liu Zhenhan spread his hands in bewilderment, "I just wonder, if everyone thinks about it carefully, they definitely wouldn’t believe in the absurd claim that an original battle hymn can change the nature of an entire race. Is that even possible?"

"These are the records of the cardinals throughout the history in the sacred law!" The pope under the rainbow asked Liu Zhenhan with a frown, "Are you actually trying to question the established history? Your Eminence, the title of Shaman of Divine Songs is only an honorary one, and I’m afraid you can’t interfere in the internal affairs of the temple."

The pope’s tone was clear, he was reminding Liu Zhenhan not to get involved anymore, as this was beyond the scope of what the Shaman of Divine Songs should touch.

However, what the pope did not know was that although Liu Zhenhan had many flaws in his character, he never lacked a spirit of chivalry. How could he stand by and watch an heretic die without doing anything? It would be different if it were a clear-cut case of heresy, but this was a heresy with huge theoretical question marks! Before coming to the Aegean Continent, Liu Zhenhan had experienced a time when social class was determined by one’s background, and he harbored an unusual detest for generational curses. Even more importantly, Liu Zhenhan was a priest who rose through the ranks with his own original battle hymns! His apprentice, Moer, was the same!

"Reverend, but what if what Miss Qian Qian said was true? What if it was a misjudgment back then? What if it was a miscarriage of justice?" After hearing the pope’s words, Liu Zhenhan immediately shook his head, "Sorry, the more I think about it, the more I find it ridiculous to believe that a mere battle hymn could eternally pervert the thoughts of an entire race! This is absolutely impossible, aside from the God of War, I cannot believe that any priest could achieve this merely with a battle hymn. So, I request that we at least give Miss Qian Qian a chance to explain herself, instead of burning her at the stake like this!"

"I really can’t thank you enough, Your Eminence, Shaman of Divine Songs. To change the thoughts of a race with a battle hymn is inherently impossible!" Qian Qian choked up, she tried hard to break free from the two soldiers holding her, but it was in vain. Although the two Imperial Guards had momentarily stopped, they did not let go.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" Quentin Wolf laughed loudly, "It’s simply unimaginable that a Shaman of Divine Songs could dare to question the ancient authority of the temple! Your Eminence, do you realize that just for those words you’ve spoken, the temple can now deem you as a heretic?"

"Come on, I’ve just spoken some hard truths!" Liu Zhenhan looked comically at the Chief Quentin, "Don’t forget my position, respected Elder of the Wolf Tribe. Deeming a spokesperson of the gods as a heretic, are you not openly challenging the judgment of the God of War?"

"The duty of the Shaman of Divine Songs is only to spread the aura of the Divine Song. There is no need for you to worry about other matters, nor do you have the right to!" Clearly, Elder Wolf wasn’t one to be pushed around and retorted stiffly to Liu Zhenhan’s words.

"Well, I’m prepared to meddle, what are you going to do about it?" Normally speaking nicely wouldn’t be an issue, but Elder Wolf always seemed to have a sarcastic tone when targeting him, and Liu Zhenhan’s temper flared.

"How dare you!" The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe could no longer contain himself and roared at Liu Zhenhan, "Don’t forget, your title is merely an honorary one! Such honor isn’t built on arrogance!"

"Shut your mouth!" Liu Zhenhan immediately turned and pointed at the Werewolf High Priest’s nose, scolding, "So I’m arrogant, so what? You don’t like the look of me? Then why don’t you bring out your magical pet and compare it with mine? If you don’t dare, then get lost!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall was shocked.

Uttering such words in full view of everyone, the majority of Beamon aristocrats and priests already thought that this Shaman of Divine Songs was either insane or a complete hooligan.

The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe was so angry he nearly lost his senses, he grabbed the Medusa Badge from his chest and threw out an aura, immediately summoning his magical pet—a Bamboo Giant Centipede. The centipede, brandishing its fangs, was over four meters long, with each of its hundred legs as thick as a human finger. Its dark green body raised high, its red eyes stared fixedly at Liu Zhenhan.