A king’s perspective is always different from that of an ordinary person; politics rejects sentintality and lacks humanity. King Sal sotis truly envies Lord Richard, for he remains outside the political whirlpool, observing events with a smile, able to act on his own emotions and do what other politicians could not possibly achieve.
If there is soone spotless and pure in the Bimon political arena, the Shaman of Divine Songs is undoubtedly the sole sanctuary.
Although the great war has settled, the King of Beamon still wishes to discuss many matters thoroughly with the Lord. Yesterday, the Shaman of Divine Songs returned thirty thousand Magic Wolf Riders to the Ministry of War, leaving the upper echelons of Beamon in cold sweat. No one expected that the Lord secretly harbored such a powerful strategic reserve!
How could a Beamon possess such patience?
How could a Beamon possess such strength?
After arriving at Erald, the first words exchanged with His Majesty left him quite embarrassed.
"Are you preparing to resolve military power with a toast or burn down the tower of ritorious servants? Now the external conflicts have disappeared, it’s ti to solve the internal conflicts." Liu Zhenkan half-jokingly teased King Sal: "Your Majesty, you’ve co at the right ti, just give a definite answer! Otherwise, I’ll remain anxious, sleepless, tossing and turning, suspecting shadows."
This statent is not a baseless accusation.
Ever since the Space-Ti Rift closed successfully due to the efforts of Palace Keeper Master Du E, resulting in the Demon Clan’s army’s demise as a foregone conclusion, the Bimon Temple and the Elder Council have constantly advocated for reducing the Sumr Palace Guard’s forces and restricting the Shaman of Divine Songs’ ard strength to prevent the rise of new military factions.
Undoubtedly, a dignitary possessing a military system, Magic System, ritual system, and ard forces stronger than the state is indeed an extrely dangerous destabilizing factor—this isn’t a matter of loyalty. No Beamon would doubt Lord Richard’s passion and loyalty to the kingdom; however, anyone prioritizing individual character over principle is a super hopeless fool.
In tis of war, exceptions can be made, but now that the battle is settled, the ard forces must be controlled solely by the state—nobles responding to the king’s call to go to war is sothing from ancient history!
Hand over thirty thousand Magic Wolf Riders?
That’s far from enough!
"Richard, I don’t wish to discuss this matter further with you. From my perspective, maintaining the status quo seems to be the only option and a reluctant one at that," King Sal remained silent for a long ti before sighing deeply: "As for the future, I can only say that future generations will have their blessings, but hopefully, centuries from now, your descendants will be as wise as you."
From the highest ruler’s standpoint, Sal’s inner inclination is towards reducing military power, yet he equally understands that Erald can reject anything it wishes.
Lord Richard now clearly demonstrates his stance; he refuses to entertain any interference in Erald.
Unlike other Saint Level mages and top-tier priests, the Shaman of Divine Songs doesn’t engage in relentless magical experints or have an insatiable desire for exploring and developing elental knowledge. He is almost indistinguishable from normal people; he possesses ti and leisure!
How dangerous would such an expert be once out of control?
Yesterday, the War God Sumr Palace used a Zeppelin Aircraft to showcase a spectacular scene to the kingdom’s high-ups. Before everyone’s eyes, Richard, accompanied by the Sumr Palace Guard and the Jose siblings, engaged the Demon Clan’s army on the wilderness.
The oversized Frosty Pichu riding Beryl swept through the sky, unnerving the Demon Clan’s army with bizarre and unparalleled spells. The strangest beast of misfortune had none other than the Scandinavian Black Cross on its chest. Each ti it attacked, it unleashed a pitch-black cloud, and any demon enveloped by the black cloud would emit a chilling scream, their body covered in grape-shaped muscle pustules, grotesque like swamp sludge monsters, even more ferocious than ogres, rampaging indiscriminately against their comrades...
King Sal rembers that he and many noble bigwigs were smoking cigars, feeling imnsely pleased at that mont.
After witnessing this, everyone’s wide-open mouths puffed smoke like chimneys.
This toxin spell could be the most brutal battlefield magic they’ve encountered in their lifeti...
And that’s not all...
Two ’Parrot Copycat Conch’ spun in the hands of Golinny, Gos, and Fei Wenli, each spin summoning an artifact harp out of nowhere, unleashing strong and unrivaled magical firepower sweeping fan-shaped, felling stacks of demon soldiers like a sickle slicing through wheat...
The valor of the sword and the heart of the harp... These two spirit communication raid songs are impossible to emulate...
Though these two war songs require re-chanting after summoning eighteen famous swords or harps...
Though these two war songs, applied to a person, only serve to solidify weapons and amplify instrunt sound volus...
But who can deny the strength of these two battle songs?
Famous swords are the kings of single-target attacks!
Famous harps are masters of area attacks!
With these two ’Parrot Copycat Conch’ and a Helen skilled in war dance, it’s no wonder during the Forgotten Valley battle that Sea Clan experts were driven away like a dog chasing rabbits by Erald!
Erald also has four Nether Dragon armors over three ters tall...
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