Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2113 - 658: Borrowing Troops (Part 3)
Although the Sea Clan’s ability to hold their breath is unrivaled, the suffocating atmosphere within the military tent lingered for a bit too long.
"Regarding the Totem Pillar of War Songs, there’s no need to worry, for every weapon, there’s a way to counter it! What we need to consider now is who we should focus on first! Humans or Beamon? We also have the Well Teleportation Array, though we cannot mobilize a large army, supporting our allies with some Storm Splitter mages is not a problem!" His Majesty Beckenbauer’s fierce gaze swept over the face of every Sea Clan general and commander.
"The reason we can solve this tricky problem is that we have received help from an ally, but as for who this ally is, Her Majesty the Mermaid and I cannot reveal for the time being," added the Siren Queen, noticing that everyone seemed a bit skeptical.
This reassurance truly came at a timely moment. Hearing Her Majesty’s confident assertion that a way to counter the Totem Pillar of War Songs had been found, each Sea Clan officer breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they could truly wield their magical advantage, even combined forces of Beamon and humans could not match the mages of the two dominant Sea Clans.
A lively discussion erupted, booming and fierce, lasting for what seemed like ages. Yet, the opinions of the hundred or so Sea Clan generals could not be unified. The more aggressive youth faction believed Beamon should be dealt with first to avenge Witherspoon’s disgrace, while the conservatives argued that, since a solution to the Totem Pillar had been found, dealing with the human army first wouldn’t be a bad idea and Beamon could be handled later.
Both factions had ample reasons, and as long as they achieved victory, they could solve the current salt shortage problem. The debate raged on with heated faces and no resolution in sight.
An urgent sea snake information officer burst into the military tent, bringing the debate to an end.
In a situation where magical communication could ensure contact between the two locations, the sudden loss of contact between the Naga corps of the Xiang Pa Sea Kingdom and the Sea Clan’s base camp could only mean one thing.
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The dark and deep Underground World, the bright Lava Valley.
At the most conspicuous entrance of the volcano, a dozen or so stone statues and altars were arranged in an orderly fashion among the Fighting Martial Towers, and the fiery glow from the river of magma nearby cast a dance of rainbow tassels over the faces of these deities, as a group of humble creatures gathered around in awe.
"This is the Divine Root of the God of Forge," Liu Zhenhuan pointed to a majestic stone statue, providing a gleeful overview to Bonaparte Medusa and the envoy from the Dubin Kingdom of this deity’s illustrious achievements.
The Shaman of Divine Songs had led himself straight into the Fioritura Military Base through a step in the Asphalt Hills, an occurrence Bonaparte Medusa and the Dubin envoy could only dream of; no nation or power would ever allow outsiders into such a significant military site. Such high regard from His Excellency Richard left Bonaparte Medusa and the Dubin envoy both flattered and a little proud.
They traveled all this way under the guise of congratulating His Excellency Richard on soon becoming a parent, but in truth, it was to establish relations with Fioritura and negotiate regarding military cooperation.
The manner of the battle with Witherspoon had left nearly all nations with tenuous ties to Beamon aghast.
Little did they expect that the Shaman of Divine Songs would lead them into the Underground World and start playing the part of an awkward guide, showing them around each shrine outside the military base, without once mentioning weapons.
The two foreign envoys feigned interest, echoing whatever His Excellency Richard said, all the while their tempting glances sneaked towards the military base transformed from the extinct volcano, where the "ding-dang" of smithing and the "sizzle" of quenching were like fingers plucking the strings of their hearts.
The Goddess of the Forest Melieke, the Moon Goddess Eruni, the Titan God Samson, the Dragon God Haibo, the Phoenix God Xiagui, the Supreme Human God Saint Paul, and even the God of Ogres Babaruk—each held their place in the Underground World.
The two envoys did not understand why His Excellency Richard had erected so many statues and altars. Shaman teachings recognize the spirit in all things and permit freedom of belief. However, this was ultimately the stronghold of the God of War, and His Excellency Richard, as the representative of the gods, erected so many heretical deities here, even including the Supreme Human God, deeply hated by Beamon, which seemed far too sensational.
"This special symbol of ten thousand is the marker of the Buddha Giant Su Jia; the feathered statue over there represents the true form of Cloudton, the Guardian God of Atlatis, also the supreme deity of the Ents," Liu Zhenhuan explained enthusiastically, oblivious to the strange expressions on the faces of the two envoys.
"Your Excellency’s heart is as vast as the Aegean Sea," the two envoys immediately praised after Liu Zhenhuan finished speaking, despite their lack of interest in those ’divine nonsense’.
"Just like a country, the larger a religion is, the more it can accommodate. The same goes for religion," Liu Zhenhuan laughed heartily. "I did not set up a sculpture of the God of War in the Underground World; do you know why?"
"Why?" the envoys asked in unison.
"Because Kampas is in my heart," Liu Zhenhuan piously spread his arms wide: "The primal force is always with me."
Shaman! Truly a Shaman! Whether Bonaparte Medusa or the Dubin envoy, in their hearts, they both labeled the Shaman of Divine Songs with the same word.
"Without the guidance of the God of War, I couldn’t gather so many races under the banner of Beamon. Our religions may differ, but we all possess a free and indomitable spirit! In the current century of Aegean, what’s most precious? Talent!" Liu Zhenhuan began to brag: "I may not have the brightest mind, but I have countless clever people working for me! Without the help of these foreign compatriots, Fioritura couldn’t possibly own so many fine weapons!"
