Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 92 - 92 5 Another Richard_3

92: Chapter 5 Another Richard_3 92: Chapter 5 Another Richard_3 Avril’s crying lessened abruptly, cunningly sizing up Liu Zhenhan with the corners of her gleaming eyes.

“Let’s go, let us enter together.

Right now, all the priests within the temple must be accumulating ‘song power’ during their meditation,” the little fox said somewhat regretfully.

Even though she didn’t want Richard to sell off this mermaid, she at least wanted to frighten her a bit more.

“The gate is closed, how do we enter?” Liu Zhenhan raised his head, looking at the massive door that resembled a mountain range.

“Idiot!” Helen scolded in a low voice, “The war song is the signal for the priests to open the door!

How many times have I told you this?”

Helen started humming the war song softly.

As the war song grew more transparent, a beam of light appeared on Helen and a peculiar moonlight-like glow also lit up on the large black wooden door.

Countless inscriptions suddenly transformed into rolling quicksilver, revolving rapidly.

After a few spins, a two-meter-tall image of Kampas War God appeared in front of the door.

“My honor is your loyalty!

My child.” The War God constructed out of light spoke a sentence in perfectly pronounced Bimon language, and with a wave of his hand, the black wooden door behind the War God opened slowly with a “creak…” revealing dazzling light in its far end.

Everyone lifted their heads to watch, their hearts filled with feelings of pilgrimage and astonishment.

Helen even knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together, tears streaming across her face.

While everyone was looking at the War God, Liu Zhenhan snuck beside the statue of Medusa.

Two tall warriors wearing golden armor walked out from behind the wooden door.

Their armor was identical to that worn by the War God, with a thorny circle around a sword and the canons on their chests.

Above the badges was a crown made of enamel.

Every step they took caused the armor to produce a loud “clattering” noise.

The two warriors had one hand on the hilts of their swords and with the other, removed their helmets, unfurling a flood of neatly arranged golden hair akin to waves of wheat that captured everyone’s attention.

Their faces were the embodiment of valor.

The garlic-shaped noses suggested refinement, the black “king” stripe on their foreheads exuded nobility and authority, while their sharp, flickering green pupils revealed their quick-wittedness.

“Where do you come from, revered priests?” one of the warriors asked.

His words were slow but enunciated with a strong aura of authority.

“Honorable Holy Temple Knights, we are Soul Priest Helen from the Fox Tribe of Bog Village and my priest apprentice, Piegel Soul Priest Richard.

All the others are our followers.

We come to the temple for promotion, and to heed the instructions of Kampas War God!” Helen respectfully responded with a bow.

“The Pigiel race also has a priest?

And she’s a Soul Priest at that?” The two Honorable Holy Temple Knights were evidently taken aback, but their good upbringing had them regain their bearing soon enough.

“Yes, Sir Knights,” Helen managed to recover slightly from her initial apprehension, “Richard is a born Soul Singer, and what’s more, he’s a Dragon Priest, a sight rarely seen even in a thousand years.”

Despite the two Holy Temple Priests’ robust nerves and vast experience, they were far ahead in comparison to yesterday’s rural Piegel.

Deep skepticism shone from their eyes, fully renouncing their noble ordinance to maintain composure even if Mount Tamerlarya collapsed before their eyes.

“The temple is no place for laymen.

Respected priests, please follow us inside.” After exchanging glanced, the two Holy Temple Knights turned around in a carefree manner, leading the two priests towards the bright light inside the wooden door.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhenhan’s followers stayed still under their compelling gaze.

At times, a single glance from these two Holy Temple Knights was enough to convey a multitude of meanings.

“What type of Bimon are they?” Liu Zhenhan whispered to Helen.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know,” the little fox whispered back.

“Holy Temple Knights are the bravest of the Bimon, who are selected after grueling trials.

These two Holy Temple Knights, I can’t guess which race they belong to, they look like the Rhine Tribe, but also a bit like the Taige Clan.”

“We are of the War God’s Clan!” one of the Holy Temple Knights turned his head back, revealing his white teeth in a smile at Helen, “We are children of King Grecke Sar, your Princes – the Liger Bimon!”

“Kampas above!” Helen gasped, surprised by the astonishing answer these two knights delivered so unexpectedly.

She was merely a rural noble.

Among the tens of thousands of the Bimon Fox tribe members, her title of Viscountess, if not for her status as a priest as well, would be even lower.

Helen never dreamt of bumping into two princes so suddenly.

She felt a bit flustered.

The real surprise came after that – the talkative prince said something that almost gave Liu Zhenhan and Helen a short circuit in their brains.

“It’s a pleasure.

I also share a name with this dragon priestess, my name is Richard,” the polite prince removed his iron glove engraved with intricate patterns and declared: “Richard Sal sends his warm regards to the beautiful lady of the Fox Tribe.”

“The pleasure is mine, noble knight,” Helen courteously replied with a curtsey.

It seemed that Prince Richard had definitely inherited the lecherous nature of the Rhine Tribe.

When the beautiful Fox Tribe lady curtseyed him, he unabashedly halted and started bombarding Helen with praises about her beauty and charm.

“Let’s go, my brother,” another knight got impatient, “You’re particularly talkative today!”

“Is it not due to the presence of this beautiful Fox Tribe lady!

My dear brother!”

“Let’s go…”

Helen blushed and shyly hung her head.

“Where did this Richard pop out from?” muttered Liu Zhenhan in annoyance, rubbing his nose furiously.

He was extremely sensitive towards the name Richard as Helen had once told him that her future lover would bear this name.

I’ve got to beat him up so bad that he’ll change his name, thought Liu Zhenhan.

Meanwhile, Guoguo was also angrily clenching her little fists over his head, making a “creaking” noise.

Snigger…

Liu Zhenhan’s sudden burst of laughter echoed loudly and harshly in the empty corridor.

The two princes glanced back at him as if they were looking at an idiot.

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Darn it!

I didn’t anticipate a trip to Shanghai would lead to so much happen.

It seems that confusion has blossomed between Youyou and Pingfan – my apologies, I left in too much of a rush.

The place where I am staying is a little remote, one and a half hours away from Shanghai.

If it were closer, I would undoubtedly go find an Internet cafe to update, so I apologize to my readers once again.

I will upgrade to VIP next month.

I do not have many drafts stored for release right now, so it’s good timing for me to write some more.

Being a VIP can make this process faster.

Well then, I will stick to releasing one chapter a day.

Please don’t blame me for the slower updates.

During this Qidian conference, I saw several noted authors and really got to admire their work.

Some may ask: “You’re not a top-tier bestseller, what are you doing there?”

My answer is: If all the top-tier authors are there, it makes sense to invite gadfly authors too, right?

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