"The Tornado Mercenaries that escaped back number at least five to six hundred. Mainly because the few from the Sanctuary have gathered a lot of stragglers along the way, so we didn’t have the opportunity to go after them," Rovi also reported the situation of the Wolf Cavalry.
"It’s good that they went back. They can spread the word for me, intimidate the cowards." Liu Zhenhan nodded approvingly. It wasn’t bad; even when Feilengcui left him, he could still function properly - a sign of maturity.
"You’d better be careful at next year’s Olympic Sacrifice! Game and battle are two different concepts. Lord Mourinho’s daughter and son will definitely be the center of attraction when they perform. Plus, his so-called offensive battlesong, if successfully developed, I’m sure his fame will skyrocket next year. I don’t know if he might become the next Cardinal Priest. If so, you’re in for a tough time. He’s sure to make things difficult for you," Ning Yu warned Old Liu out of concern. Chapters first released on novel·fiɾe·net
"I was ready for this when I had conflicts with Prince Richard. Now, I just need to know if Mourinho and Medusa are involved with the attack of the Sea Clan. If they are! F***! I swear I’ll skin him and make a lampshade out of it!" Liu Zhenhan went into a rage whenever he thought of Avril and his severed arm.
"If he becomes the Cardinal Priest, your own safety is at risk. Also, his force is already overwhelming as it is, who knows how much more is unseen? If his son and daughter can get the top three in the Sacrifice Competition, coupled with their status as both Battlesong and Magic, the temple might set up a new altar for them. Besides, the strength of those Medusas are formidable enough to support a new altar," Helen finally spoke up.
"Feilengcui can’t afford to maintain too many soldiers, and I’ve always pursued quality over quantity. We’ve established our reputation with the current squad, and we can still conquer the world in the future! Rovi, you need to go back to Southeast Province and do some publicity for me. I want the Wolf Cavalry, who come and go like the wind, to spread my name far and wide! Also, help me negotiate with the upper echelons - I can help them oversee the unruly Doug Mastiffs. I know you Sharoman Mastiff priests hold some sway among the Wolf People. Once I become a chief priest, I’ll officially grant you the status of priests when I set up my altar," Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth while speaking, "I can’t afford to give Mourinho any chances. If he really has something to do with the Sea Clan that’s causing us harm, I’ll regret it forever. During the Sacrifice Competition, I want my out-of-nowhere Wonderkid, Moer, also known as Cangqiong Prophet, to show the entire world of Beamon who the real gem of Kingdom Priesthood is! What dual cultivation of Magic and Battlesong? Damn it! My Moer is triply cultivated with Water, Electricity, and Battlesong! With the Nine Rings sparkling like pearls with electricity, what the hell concept is that? Humph... The patent for the offensive Battlesong will be mine! The top three places at the Olympics will certainly be ours, the Three of Feilengcui! I’ll leave Mourinho high and dry!"
"When did you comprehend the Offensive Battlesong on your own?" Everyone curiously asked.
"As long as Moer shoots a water arrow, she can just sing a Feilengcui folk song with some weird sound, wouldn’t that be an Offensive Battlesong? If they can’t learn it, it’s because they’re too stupid and lack the talent." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.
Isn’t he too crafty? Gerein broke out in a cold sweat.
"Those Rhino and Harpy people underground probably have decent combat strength. We might as well rescue them first, rather than waiting for Mourinho to finish dealing with the Medusa, by which time they’ll be adding to his power!" Elder Andulan suggested.
"I’m preparing to pay a visit to the human world myself, to see if the Vatican’s priests can retrieve Avril’s soul. I can’t find the Demon Clan, so I have to find a priest. Meanwhile, I’d like to get a Holy Purification, to cleanse the poison from me, Vieri, and Daisy." Liu Zhenhan touched his nose, "Let’s do it as soon as possible, and while we’re at it, we’ll get a head start and bring back all the Rhino and Harpy people. Let Mourinho eat dust. Damn! He was unkind to me, so he can’t blame me for being unjust."
"Even if the High Priest only worked with you for three days, or showed a little less pretentiousness and a little less greed, he might have reached unprecedented heights in Beamon’s priesthood with your help. But now, I can say with confidence that his glory is over." Elder Andulan said confidently, "Next up is Prince Richard’s performance."
"I agree." Helen took a deep breath and said firmly.
"Do we even need to ask?"
"Think about it, what if my nose looked like a human’s? What would the kingdom say?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly asked.
"Mank Beamon, 2500 years is too long, welcome home." Nana said.
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In the past, people advised me to write about palace intrigues because the rights of the Beamons couldn’t possibly be so straightforward. How could such a simple society have a standoff with humans for so long?
Now that I’ve written it, why are so many people saying it’s not interesting? You guys just can’t stand to see Old Liu get hurt for a bit! Too much fantasy!
I want to reiterate that this book is not a classic, it’s purely fantasy! If you don’t like it, I beg you, stop reading.