Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 922 - 215 - 3

Chapter 922: Chapter 215 - 3

Qian Qian nodded affirmatively.

Liu, shocked, sucked in a breath of cool air. This was no battle song, this was practically the Guanyin of fertility! Among Liu’s several wives, the Fairy Dragon was the rarest of the Dragon Clan, with notoriously low fertility. Helen was a Fawkes, Avril was a Mermaid, none of them belonged to a species that could easily conceive. As for Ning Yu, it went without saying—just as the saying goes: "Like an old clam bearing pearls," the Clam Girls of the Mo Shao Clan could never conceive young. The invention of this battle song was an absolute blessing to Liu, or any other species with a dwindling population!

"If that’s the case, then isn’t it still a ’battle song’?" scoffed the Pope disdainfully. "Lord Mourinho’s self-created battle song is a magic-attack-type battle song, and what exactly did your ancestor Plutini do? Overturn the verdict? Ridiculous!"

"But the ’Jane Eyre Battle Song’ could at least save many endangered species! Pope! My ancestor Plutini had wanted to use it to help the Green Partiers escape the deadly quandary that befell grooms on their wedding night! I swear, the song’s effect radius is only two or three square meters, and it definitely cannot have the power to adversely affect the whole Chekin Clan!" Qian Qian said desperately, tears welling up and spreading across her beautiful face.

"How will you prove it? What do you have to prove your claim?" the Pope asked impatiently. "I can assure you now that a verdict made over three hundred years ago will never be changed! Even if the battle song is as you say, we in the temple could still consider that you descendants have continually studied and improved the battle song, seeking to overturn the case for Plutini! Abandon this futile hope! If you cannot provide direct evidence, even you cannot escape death now!"

Qian Qian was dumbfounded. How could she prove it? How could she possibly prove it when all the nobles here were so eager to see her dead that none would step forward to test the ’Jane Eyre Battle Song’?

"Why not let her prove it herself? Our Shaman of Divine Songs surely has faith in this young girl’s words and would not refuse to verify it for everyone," Lord Wolf Quentin Redkenap said leisurely. "As for anyone else, don’t count on it: nobody dares gamble with a battle song!"

"You..." A lump formed in Liu’s chest, nearly choking him with frustration as the conniving old Werewolf cunningly seized on Liu’s vulnerability.

"What’s the matter? Haven’t you already enlisted her as the Saintess?" Lord Wolf Quentin laughed wildly. "My dear Shaman, surely you’re not afraid? If you are, just admit it!"

"If it is as Lady Qian Qian says, needing only half a month to show, then surely a pregnancy can be confirmed!" the Werewolf High Priest also stood up, grinding his teeth. "Lord Richard! Acting rashly comes with a price! If you don’t have the courage to prove this, then the heretic’s descendant only has one choice: to be burnt to death!"

The nobles immediately started making a commotion. The attitude of the Pope also prompted the priesthood to push Liu for a decision.

Liu realized he had been roundly manipulated, entrapped by these slippery old rogues, and was flabbergasted.

Helen and Moer were completely stunned, and so was Qian Qian.

"I oppose burning her at the stake," Lord Mourinho finally took a stand. "My esteemed lords, no matter how inviolable the authority of the Temple and the Code may be, I must speak the truth. If the ’battle song’ were truly as sinful as depicted in the Code, and Plutini’s family had continued in the world for over three hundred years, would they not have sought vengeance on Bimon and the Temple, throwing the Bimon Kingdom into chaos long ago? Since the descendant of Plutini has the courage to stand up, shouldn’t we reconsider the matter?"

Immediately, the nobles and priests turned their spears toward the Swan High Priest, knowing well that Mourinho and Richard belonged to the same priestly lineage and were both High Sages. Naturally, they seized the opportunity.

"Lord Mourinho, you should be well aware that the seriousness of a heresy trial is absolute and must not be taken lightly!" declared the Pope resolutely. "I have already given the descendant of Plutini a chance to prove herself, and she failed to do so. Who can she blame?"

"Pope, that’s a bit too demanding. We could try substituting animals and see what the experiment yields," Lord Mourinho said to the Pope. "If the battle song really exists, then its significance to the kingdom..."

"High Priest! I have already made my choice clear, please refrain from further comment," the Pope’s words carried immense authority.

"Lord Richard, proving the truth takes courage. If you cannot make a decision, then I have nothing further to say," the King spoke up.

"How can one be forced to make a decision so quickly? Surely there’s time to consider for a few days!" Liu’s mind was in turmoil, and his expression slightly panicked.

"How about half a day? Tonight would be perfect to prove it," the King said.

"Fine!" Liu found himself backed into a corner, thinking that dragging it out for half a day was better than nothing.