Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 933 - 218: Genius Lineage _3

Chapter 933: Chapter 218: Genius Lineage _3

"You really are quite amusing." Even the usually silent Pope Brut had to suppress a chuckle, bursting out laughing at Liu Zhenhan.

"Brut, didn’t you give me this privilege? All tribes select the Saintess, I remember it clearly, shouldn’t you be speaking up for justice now?" Liu Zhenhan squinted at Pope Brut with a bit of a sharp and acerbic tone.

"I never said that," Pope Brut immediately stiffened, speaking in a deep voice.

In all honesty, if Pope Brut could kick Piegel to death right now, he would do it without hesitation, resolving this menace. The terms agreed upon in secret being publicized like this was a massive blow to his image! Pope Brut now fully believed that Piegel’s political acumen was zero; none of what he said seemed to be thought through.

"Nevertheless, I am selecting the Saintess right now." Liu Zhenhan smiled, fixing his gaze on Pope Brut, thinking how quickly the high priest could turn his back, faster than flipping a book: "Don’t be rude just because you’re nobility!"

"Sorry, Your Highness, but your wish is likely to be disappointed." Old Redkenap, experienced as he was, wouldn’t be outmaneuvered by Liu Zhenhan’s amateur tactics, scoffing from the side: "The Saintess of the Shaman of Divine Songs is not from our temple and altar; everything has to follow ancient rites! Although Diao Chan is not present for the selection, the selection ceremony surely cannot be omitted, right?"

"A selection ceremony?" Liu Zhenhan was stunned, it was clear that the other party had already anticipated all his possible excuses and retreats.

There was a trick in this too, any priest would know that Divine Song aura could not be bestowed on anything other than religious buildings. The fact that Diao Chan could have such a situation was primarily because of her race’s unique ability "Light and Shadow Neon," creating only afterimages. This skill was also possessed by the Valenbuer tribe’s bat people in Beamon, whose racial ability "Ultrasonic Illusion" could also conjure some imaginary light and shadow, similar to Ning Yu’s illusion magic, but not as enduring or versatile as hers.

Now where can the Saintess Diao Chan be found? Without Diao Chan, what’s the point of this selection ceremony! Old Liu’s teeth itched with hatred.

"We can offer noble young ladies for Your Highness to select, but if you cannot pick a suitable Saintess, does that mean you will definitely agree to our demands?" asked Old Redkenap expressionlessly to Liu Zhenhan.

"Agree! Why wouldn’t I agree!" Liu Zhenhan’s face squeezed out a rogue’s grin, ready to burn bridges, with the first target being this old werewolf.

"That’s wonderful." Lord Wolf Quentin gently clapped his hands, and instantly all nobles laughingly pushed their daughters and sisters back, and the women covering their cherry lips with fans were the most eager.

Apart from the princesses, even little nuns and Moer were pushed forward, Gortani couldn’t escape either, she and her sister joined the group of young girls, including Fei Wenli from Caiyu City; Moer held Qian Qian’s hand and pulled her over as well.

Lord Mourinho furrowed his brows as he watched from the side, Golinny whispered something into her sister’s ear, and a group of graceful ladies gathered together enchantingly; many young nobles stared, fixated on several great beauties inside.

"Let’s begin, Your Highness." Old Redkenap felt increasingly smug about having played this young man.

Liu Zhenhan sneered, swaggering towards this old werewolf.

Sensing something amiss, Elder Redkenap quickly retreated, asking as he backed away, "What are you trying to do, Richard?"

"Haha! What do you think I want to do?" Liu Zhenhan’s fists cracked, bursting into furious laughter: "I can assure you, your end would be very peaceful."

"Stop, Richard!" Both the king and Pope Brut, realizing Piegel’s intent, shouted loudly.

The punch never landed, Liu Zhenhan froze, not due to the intervention of the two heavyweights.

At the moment he swung, suddenly a golden aura interspersed with dazzling rainbow colors burst forth from the crowd of girls, gone in a flash.

The girls screamed and scattered, leaving only a few still staring down at themselves, standing dazed in place.

Liu Zhenhan was completely baffled, he had never cast a Divine Song aura, that was certain; he had actually planned to beat up this werewolf elder, then head back to the faraway emperor.

Everyone present probably recognized Gortani; her martial arts as the Swan Warrior might not rank highest in the nation, but if discussing her beauty, not to exaggerate by saying she was unparalleled in the entire Aegean Continent, she, in her silver armor, was now shrouded in a sandalwood-like golden dust.

Moer and Joan of Arc, one an apprentice of the Shaman of Divine Songs and the other a direct descendant, were not exempt due to their statuses either; both showed traces of Divine Song aura swirling around them.

So did Qian Qian.