Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2122 - 660: The Age of Six Battle Pets (Part 2)
Old Liu was momentarily at a loss for words. Indeed, summoning a war pet during a ritual is not like Summoning Magic, which involves coercion. If the pet slayer does it willingly, what right does anyone have to criticize?
"Facts that have already occurred are enough to defend me! Back then, it was the hero Aragon who was blessed with a ’Lightning Shield’ by His Majesty Rexa, and the ’pet slayer’ was Leed." The Dubin envoy didn’t mind Old Liu’s arrogant prejudice. He understood why a Beamon priest would abhor the Song of Pet Slaying so intensely. Beyond the relationships between the priest and the magical beast, there was another account in the secret archives of the Dubin court.
"Such a degenerate battle song can summon pet slayers and requires immense skill in the priest’s communication ability. It clearly lets the pet die in place of the priest at crucial moments!" Liu Shock was unsure whether to praise the grandeur of human influence or remark on the simplicity and stubbornness of certain Magical Beasts: "With such a dangerous identity as a war pet, why would Magical Beasts willingly accept it? Seriously, if this were truly a good thing, then during the Millennia of Heigar, how could the Fawkes priest in charge of covering the retreat ever have..."
"Wait a minute～～" The Medusa envoy, who had been listening intently for a long time, suddenly raised her head sharply, her sharp and venomous gaze fixating angrily on the Dubin envoy: "Ambassador Balrexi, the Rexa you’ve been talking about—is he not the War God incarnation who travels with the giant bear Misha, the hedgehog Leed, and Medusa?"
Liu Shock’s heart skipped a beat—these Medusas weren’t fools, after all. Even though he had been careful with his choice of words, they nonetheless sensed that something was amiss.
"His Majesty Rexa is a hybrid of Troll and Beamon. He is the Beast King of Three Pets." Dubin Envoy Balrexi knew that Beamon’s history had its errors, but he didn’t want to stir up trouble. At the same time, he didn’t want to amend the facts insincerely.
"Don’t try to confuse me! Beast King or not, he’s still a priest, right? Three-pet priest Rexa? Hmph... How many times has there been a three-pet priest in history..." Lord Terry’s expression was unfavorable: "Lord Balrexi, you should know what I’m asking, right? What language pet Cloudy-Face Green Python? What pet slayer hedgehog and magical pet great bear? You dare spread such rumors in front of me?"
Having said that, the fierce eyes of this Medusa shifted towards Old Liu.
Originally thinking to advise against further escalation, Liu Shock simply folded his arms and sneered at these snake-men nobles.
The Difeng Giants and Shieldaxe Dwarves within the Lava Valley had noticed something was awry—the "cling clang" sound of hammering iron halted abruptly. While the boss hadn’t brought bodyguards to the Underground World, which of the Hellfires and Duigaars weren’t born warriors? Countless powerful hands cast aside their hammers and graphite tongs, quietly reaching for the battle-axe cruising cannons or the Cloud Magnetic Storm Lighthouse’s magnetic alloy gloves.
The Dubin Kingdom envoy turned his inquiring gaze towards Old Liu.
Each Voodoo Troll was tall and muscular. Not even the few Anaconda Snake guards beside Medusa were as sturdy. Naturally, the Dubin envoy was unafraid of Lord Terry, who was not even as tall as his chest. He simply didn’t wish to resort to violence here, for a brawl would undoubtedly damage the nation’s dignity.
"Many Beamons at home don’t acknowledge this piece of history either, but I have both witnesses and evidence. If Ambassador Terry wants to see it, I guarantee you’ll get the full view." Liu Shock raised his eyebrows at Lord Terry: "You can also choose not to believe, not to listen, or not to look. I allow others the freedom of choice."
"Are you even fit to be a representative of God?" Lord Terry was overwhelmed with sorrowful indignation, his scales all standing erect, nearly tearing through his clothes. Lost for words in his anger, he gasped for breath.
"Impertinent!" Liu Shock shouted angrily: "Even your Bonaparte Medusa King is only suited to be my servant. How dare you, a mere noble, question the authority of a divine envoy? Apologize to me immediately!"
"No!" The Medusa envoy, incredibly stubborn, had tears welling in his eyes. By continuing to be so stubborn, he knew he might not see tomorrow’s sun, but he refused to yield. Medusa had lost its honor; he couldn’t afford to lose his roots, or he would have nothing left.
"Do you not want to walk out alive?" Liu Shock casually waved his hand, and eight towering Tauren, enveloped in piercing frost and adorned with hoarfrost, emerged from the wispy ghostly mist.
The underground blue flame, which had been hissing and spurting, suddenly flickered and dimmed. Liu Shock’s gaze was even colder and more penetrating than the frost of the eight imposing Tauren patrolmen.
Not only did the Medusas’ hearts tremble, but even the unrelated Dubin people and all the visiting envoys were all subdued by this increasingly feared Shaman of Divine Songs.
Their eyes, gleaming with silvery threads, held a gaze as if drawing out the "Frost’s Sorrow" razor-sharp blade from the eternal ice sheets of Tanggula. Even just meeting that gaze for a brief moment would make one’s vision quiver in pain.
Dozens of Difeng Giants, as strong as hills, had their cracked skins erupting with flames. Their hands either held blazing meteoric rocks that dripped with magma or gripped a variety of weapons; each Shieldaxe Dwarf had already spread open their shell-like shield wings, soaring into the sky. Although their oxygen-burst battle axes’ ground attacks would be absorbed by the soil’s airburst waves, with their Herculean strength, even a thrown stone axe could kill an elephant.
