Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 920 - 215

Chapter 920: Chapter 215

"Enough! Now is not the time for petty disputes. I think we should return to the main issue at hand," His Majesty’s gaze swept coldly over the tense Chekin and Wolf Quentin. "Shaman of Divine Songs, although being crude and brave is not wrong, as a spokesman for the divine, your every action represents the radiance of the gods, and too much is not good; Elder Redkenap, you too should not be so hot-tempered, to openly question a Shaman of Divine Songs is indeed too much; as for Lord Plutini, since it was you who proposed the ritual duel, you should be more open-minded about the outcome!"

"Hmph!" Chekin and Wolf Quentin both let out a cold, heavy laugh.

"Your Majesty, I insist that this heretic be executed! This is just a folk shaman! It has nothing to do with the temple!" Wolf Quentin’s piercing eyes locked onto His Majesty.

"Who says it has nothing to do with the temple! I hereby summon Qian Qian as the Saintess of the War God’s Summer Palace! From now on, Qian Qian is already a clergy member, if there is any issue, come and ask me, the Shaman of Divine Songs!" Chekin patted his chest, taking on a big responsibility.

"You actually intend to summon a heretic as a Saintess? Do you intend to desecrate the majesty of the War God?" The Pope finally couldn’t hold back and erupted, "Your Grace Richard, do not force the Religious Tribunal to confine you for life!"

"Pope, your words are too harsh," Helen immediately stood up. "In history, there have only been Shamans of Divine Songs who sacrificed themselves from overwork; there has never been a Shaman of Divine Songs who was confined for life. Choosing the Saintess is a right that Richard holds as a Shaman of Divine Songs! It’s also not wrong for Qian Qian to be chosen by him! Isn’t there a ’conversion’ clause in the doctrine? Burning a heretic is never as divine as converting a heretic, right? Why not let a spokesperson for the gods try to convert?"

"Since Lord Mourinho has his own War Song, why can’t Chekin have a chance to explain himself for his own War Song!" Moer also stood up. "I never realized before, but to imprint a permanent mark in the thoughts of a race with a War Song is simply impossible! How large can the range of a shaman’s War Song Halo be? How could it just happen to cover the entirety of Chekin’s race? I don’t believe such a coincidence! Disrespecting the facts is the greatest desecration of divine authority! Threaten a Shaman of Divine Songs? Can you even intimidate him? Don’t forget my mentor is a Supreme Shaman who defeated the Dragon Knight! We are ready to accept any challenge!"

The High Priest stayed silent, the Cambridge High Priest and the Shaman of Divine Songs caused trouble at the same time, plus an uncrowned Cangqiong Prophet, this powerful combination, although newly emerged, had to be officially acknowledged by the temple’s high ranking officials.

Brut could never have dreamed that he would actually foster such an uncontrollable group of wild horses, all their speaking rights entirely crafted by his own hands.

Left with no choice, the nobles and several high priests desperately used the sacred, immutable records of the forefathers in the codex as a means to counterattack the Shaman of Divine Songs. What was supposed to be a simple trial of a heretic turned into a struggle of vendettas. With dozens of people speaking out, the noise was indeed significant. Chekin, holding a skull necklace, showed a ruffian’s defiant expression, spewing out profanities, and equally matched the nobles and priests who were too dignified to use foul language. They nearly drove these haughty priests to madness, with several from the oversight nobility even spitting blood in fury. This Piegel was a Shaman of Divine Songs, and they couldn’t even impeach him, for a Shaman of Divine Songs could not be stripped of his title.

The already hopeless Qian Qian, held up by two palace guards, clearly could not comprehend the massive resistance brought by tradition. Hers was also an original War Song, but while Mourinho’s original War Song won applause and cheers, her ancestor faced the fiery stake, and now she was also to be burned to death; the poor girl could not fathom this issue.

"Lords, arguing won’t solve any problems. Since the individual has been kept here, shouldn’t we give a chance to the descendant of Plutini to explain?" His Majesty finally lost his patience. "The words of His Grace Richard are not without reason, even the kingdom’s death row inmates have the right to a final confession, so why not treat this chance to explain as a confession, and let Qian Qian tell us the origins of the ’War Song’!"

"No! A heretic should be burned to death!" The Chief Quentin adamantly insisted.

"Fuck off, she is now a clergy member, do you have the right to touch her? Try touching her!" Chekin, with a tough face, viciously warned, his protective spirit Gerein circling in the sky, his inclination to violence was unmistakable.

"Enough!" His Majesty finally fully realized the kind of character this Shaman of Divine Songs was, and coldly huffed, "Your Grace Richard, I now grant this Qian Qian a chance, but please restrain yourself promptly!"

"In the name of the king, I give this descendant of Plutini a chance to defend herself!" His Majesty stated, tapping his golden staff on his palm, "I reiterate once again, I issue this command in the name of the king!"