Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1305 - 364: The War Song Execution_2

The Batmen, no matter how fast they were, could not outpace the Balangsha fire cranes. The race-specific ability "Ultrasonic Illusion" of the folks from Valenbuer was outstanding, but it couldn’t escape the "Eye of Truth" of the Yufrey—a tracking ability that Zandi’s undead magic, though passable, couldn’t obstruct Liu Shock’s Floral Magic, now at the level of a Magister—"Pick Flower finger."

When His Majesty emerged from the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array, this descendant of Valenbuer stood there stark naked, being drenched from head to toe with boiling water from a kettle, his skin raising rows of swollen blisters like mushrooms after rain, his sharp cries of pain reminiscent of a Larza Beast facing castration.

Liu Shock gave the gold kettle in his hand a vigorous shake, emptying the last drop of boiling water, and with a clang, threw it to the ground. He then glanced sidelong at the "ding-dong" resonating magic teleportation array.

His Majesty’s face became clear amid the flickering light of elemental transportation.

"Your Majesty, you could have just sent someone to notify me," said Liu Shock as he quickly wiped his hands and firmly tapped his left shoulder, offering a salute. "For you to come here in person really seems a bit much!"

The surrounding Summer Palace Warriors also hurriedly offered their salutes.

"Richard... you..." His Highness Grecke Sal stood frozen at the center of the magic formation, gazing at Liu Shock with a look of surprise, his entourage of palace guards likewise hanging their mouths open at the sight of the Shaman of Divine Songs, their muscles tensed, and a few hands had already moved to their weapons, their gazes stupefied.

If not for the fact that both His Majesty and the guards were all too familiar with this Shaman of Divine Songs, they might have drawn their swords the moment they stepped out of the magic array, ready to fight.

The Shaman of Divine Songs, Richard, was donned today in a splendid armor as dark as the night. The breastplate featured a relief of a skull with a sword through it, delicate rime covering every inch of the armor’s edges. White frost emanated from the armor, gradually condensing in the air into crystalline frost-patterned cotton roses that spun effortlessly in the breeze; six black banners towered behind his backplate, and the heraldic banners, subtly red, revealed white diamond-shaped feather crests surrounded by wreaths of Pandora rose leaves!

Every history-savvy person on the Aegean Continent knows that Pandora rose leaves are the emblem of the Demon Clan knights! The diamond-shaped feather crest implies that the knight is a high-ranking member of the Demon Clan capable of manifesting wings! And six such crests signify a six-winged demon—the mark of the mightiest warriors of the Demon Clan!

Yet, the eyes of His Highness sparkled with silver crosses, and his Michigan-length hair had been deliberately dyed purple. Had His Majesty Sal met him for the first time, he probably would have mistaken Richard for a demon with purple hair and silver eyes.

"Hehe... Not much else to do... Just dyed my hair purple for fun..." Liu Shock saw that His Majesty and all the palace guards were staring at him intently and quickly laughed it off.

"Your Highness, although I’ve grown accustomed to your mischief, this time it’s a bit too extravagant," His Majesty said with a shake of his head and a wry smile. "That armor, is it the famous ’Ice Throne armor’?"

"Your Majesty has a keen eye."

"The tale of the great Paladin Samuel being seduced by the Lich King Skolari to betray and become a Lord of Death is something even the Beamon with ears have heard," His Majesty Sal quirked a smile. "Your Highness, could you dismiss this armor first? Its presence, together with the silver crosses shimmering in your pupils, makes me uncomfortable."

Old Liu chuckled, and the armor on his body suddenly melted away like ice thawing rapidly on a glacier, the plates quickly vanishing, leaving a trail of light black frost patterns that retracted into four crest-shaped artifacts on Liu Shock’s chest, ears, fingers, and wrists—namely a badge-shaped Shield, gem-cut earrings, a crown-shaped ring, and bracer-style bangles.

"Your Highness, let’s talk business. What’s the situation in Kalimantan City like now?" His Majesty’s gaze swept the surroundings as he switched to a stern tone. "And where is our respected Lord Mourinho?"

"The Great Swan High Priest? Heh, he is currently leading his followers and vassals in looting supplies within the city," Liu Shock kicked the whining Master Zandi lying on the ground, looking up at the Beamon King. "Your Majesty, our Beamon soldiers still excel in slaughter efficiency. This city is finished! I presume the financial officers of Feya have already presented the accounts to Your Majesty, haven’t they?"

"Could you send someone to summon Lord Mourinho first?"

"What’s wrong, Your Majesty?" Liu Shock sensed that the King’s expression was somewhat off and quickly sent Yi to notify Mourinho.

"The fallen Elves living at the foot of Mount Tamerlarya have been restless lately!" The Beamon King furrowed his brows. "The kingdom has received Flying Eagle Messages from both the southeast and the southern frontiers. These fallen Elves’ air forces have recently appeared frequently over the Bering Mountains and the Southern Cross Star Forest—numerous as the stars!"

"Don’t worry, my King!" Liu Shock snorted coldly. "These fallen Elves won’t cause any trouble. Although they have many Cow-Eagle People warriors, I can still confidently guarantee that there’s nothing serious to fear. A Buer Tauren exerting all its strength to hack with a Battle Axe might chip off a Dragon Scale, but considering the Cow-Eagle People’s javelins... heh... I doubt they could even pierce the feathers of my magic pet!"