Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1283 - 357: The Master of the Thousand Reds Nest

"Please close your eyes," the Giant chief Deseli whispered, his voice soft as silk.

Richard was thrilled to his core, immediately complying with the instruction and obediently closing his eyes.

Everyone else widened their eyes, anticipating the birth of the first foreign Napoleon Giant in history.

"When demons from Poyi Road surge out of the blood sea...

The kind-hearted construct the shackles of justice...

Encasing this sinful body...

Evil is not innate...

It is simply goodness forgotten at the bottom of the heart...

Awaken...

The flower of the soul’s gate..."

Chief Deseli of the Giants, with his eyes shut, mumbled strange phrases in a murmur, his hand as large as a plaque caressing Richard’s head, looking very much like a mystic.

Andulan’s elder watched the Giant chief from a distance, his gaze peculiar, like a worker who had his job taken away.

Chief Deseli’s chant resonated three times in a row when suddenly, a sky-spanning rainbow light burst forth in the heavens.

In the dazzling, multicolored illusion, stood a giant woman resembling a female Giant, with a red mole between her eyebrows, dressed in pure white silk, standing atop the enormous Sleeping Lotus Platform like a goddess descending from the heavens.

This woman, barefoot, her jade hands adorned with bright golden rings, grabbed handfuls of petals from a basket and scattered them from the sky. The countless fluttering blossoms, once touching a person, immediately dissipated invisibly—these were flowers condensed purely from Elemental Power, crystal clear and flawlessly beautiful.

Two small and cute children, a boy and a girl, danced around in the air, their movements causing fantastical music to play, sounding like an ethereal heavenly chant.

Bathed in the sea of flowers, Richard was enveloped in a cloud of auspicious mist, his expression solemn and majestic, his holiness awe-inspiring. A pea-sized black mole quietly appeared on his forehead, as if a drop of ink had seeped through paper.

The illusion was, after all, an illusion; the beauty on the lotus platform, the children, the flowers, and the chanting vanished without a trace in an instant.

"It worked!" Chief Deseli said, relieved, and he exhaled a long breath.

The old rascal was still sitting on the ground; the auspicious cloud had disappeared, leaving only a mess of weeds, still posing as a mystic, oblivious to how silly he looked now.

With eyes suddenly wide open, the surrounding gasps gave Richard quite the scare.

"What’s wrong?" Richard asked hurriedly, "Do I have a flower on my face?"

"Take a look for yourself, boss," Fat Luo pulled out his long sword, presenting its mirror-smooth blade to Richard’s face.

Richard was stunned speechless.

Who was that in the mirror? A black mole beautified his eyebrows, his eyes gentle like water, and occasionally a silver cross starlight rolled across his black pupils; the previously intimidating beard under his chin had lost all its fierceness, leaving him resembling a Bard lightly fanning himself.

"How did I end up like this?" Richard furiously wiped his face, noticing his skin seemed much softer than before, not at all the rugged man he used to be! Especially the black mole at his brow, annoyingly unmanly. The occasional silver cross stars sliding through his eyes made old Richard nauseous—he was too old for throwing seductive glances!

The old rascal was in a panic, ripping open his robe—thank goodness! The fierce muscles were still there; he hadn’t turned into Jia Baoyu or become effeminate!

"Holy shit!" Richard suddenly felt an incredible strength surging within him, a faint golden light cruising under his skin, his heart felt like it was stuffed with blazing gold, ready to explode at any moment! He tried bending Fat Luo’s long sword; as Richard’s wrists began to exert force, his biceps bulged up, and the dark iron sword, amid creaking noises, slowly bent into the arc of a rainbow, scaring Fat Luo into hastily telling him to stop.

"Breaking this steel sword wouldn’t be a problem!" Richard whistled. Knowing the hardness of dark iron, where a thousand pounds of steel could only refine ten pounds of essence steel, breaking a two-hundred-pound dark iron steel bar would require three to four tons of strength; and he had just used brute force, without even flexing his waist and abdomen!

"The strength of Rudd Giants, of course, has to be a bit higher than us regular Giants!" Chief Deseli laughed, "According to our tribe’s tradition, Richard, this is called ’Vajra Subduing Demons Power,’ to help you rectify the injustices of the world!"

"Wait till my dragon power returns! There’s nowhere in the vast world I cannot go!" Richard laughed heartily.

"Arrogant!" Master Puskas gave him a cold glance, and Richard quickly stuck out his tongue, toning down his wild demeanor.

"This black mole between your eyebrows is called ’Exquisite Emerald Wave Mole,’ used for summoning and breathing underwater; it’s a pity you’re not a pure-blood Giant. Look, I breathe with this bump on my head, cool, right?"

"Cool my ass!" Richard felt nauseated just looking at the Giant’s bumpy head.

"Ha ha! Your eyes, they hold the first of the seven special abilities of the Rudd Giants—’Blurred Vision That Gradually Enchants,’" Chief Deseli pointed at Richard’s silver-starred eyes, proudly explaining, "These eyes can calm furious Magical Beasts! They can also fill others’ greed, anger, and murderous thoughts!"