Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1317 - 367: Eight Strategies for Pacifying Demons (Part 1)_2

Ten-meter-tall giants with tattoos of ferocious beasts baring their fangs covered their mighty arms. Around their necks hung chilling necklaces of skulls, and their shoulders bore crescent shovels, gleaming with sharp edges and mottled with bloodstains. Imagine a less courageous person laying eyes on them—they might wet themselves on the spot.

Liu Zhenhan had made up his mind that as soon as he returned from Kalimantan City, he would immediately take these Buddha giants to stir up trouble with the fallen Elves and see how effective they were.

Liu Zhenhan was getting happier the more he thought about it and burst into hearty laughter.

"What are you laughing about, Richard?" His Majesty the King, with a beaming smile, came up from behind and clamped down on Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder, exerting a slight force to prevent him from standing up.

The meeting had already ended, and all the high-ranking officials followed behind His Majesty, breathing in the fresh air comfortably and stretching themselves.

"Your Majesty, I’ve prepared a little gift for you: a strategy to resist the Demon Clan. Would you like to hear it?" Liu Zhenhan waved his hand, and O’Neal quickly vacated his lounge chair, respectfully offering it to His Majesty.

"Oh?" King Sal raised an eyebrow and plopped down into the seat, but his eyes were icily fixed on the Buddha giants getting tattooed not far away. It was clear that the once bravest warrior of the Rhine Tribe also nervously swallowed his saliva—the extensive tattoos and large frames of the Buddha giants exuded a tendency to violence.

Seeing their boss’s look, a few of the royal guards reluctantly gave up their spots and settled down the four high priests and generals. Under the direction of the penguin butler Mr. Jabbar, the astute maids quickly added firewood to the red wine heaters, the flames curling and boiling the crystal-clear snow water. Soon, freshly brewed strong tea was served to the hands of the dignitaries.

"Gentlemen, may you have a pleasant evening." Master Aymar tactfully stood up and left, knowing to avoid suspicion in the Bimon Kingdom’s internal discussions even without his host’s prompting.

Liu Zhenhan and His Majesty politely returned the gesture and watched the master leave.

The guards whistled, gathering the mastiffs together, and spread out in four directions to stand guard.

"Richard really knows how to enjoy life," Lord Mourinho said with polite words but shot a stern glance at his four offspring, indicating some displeasure—the Swan High Priest seemed a bit unhappy that Mari, Gomes, Gortani, and Golinny were sitting a bit too close to the Shaman of Divine Songs.

"Not at all, not at all..." Liu Zhenhan feigned modesty, yet the rift between him and Mourinho wasn’t something that arose or could be mended overnight. It was just one of those things, no longer surprising.

King Sal and the generals and high priests pretended not to notice, for the discord between this master and disciple was a secret known to all by now, and no one believed they had the influence to mediate between the two.

After all, both individuals had extraordinary determination, and when it came to life and death, they would surely join forces. That didn’t need anyone’s persuasion—the Swan High Priest rushing to aid Kalimantan City was a case in point.

"Excellent tea!" King Sal smacked his lips, set down the teacup, and smiled at Liu Zhenhan, "Your Eminence, I haven’t enjoyed such fine tea in a long time. I believe the strategies you’re proposing against the Demon Clan will excite me as much as tasting this exquisite tea!"

"Not at all, not at all!" Liu Zhenhan was once again modest, yet his face couldn’t hide his pride, "Your Majesty, I’ve pondered my ’Eight Strategies Against Demons’ for some time now. Today, I might as well present them, though they may seem laughable, and I ask our generals and high priests for their valuable guidance."

"You go first, I’ll add my comments afterward," Mourinho said with a smile.

Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes at the Swan High Priest, thinking to himself that his cheap father-in-law was trying to steal his thunder again.

Mourinho, not to be outdone, rolled his eyes back at the Shaman of Divine Songs, thinking the little brat had started cursing him in his mind again.

"Your Majesty! The battle for Kalimantan City has indeed brought us great gains, but the losses have been equally devastating, including the loss of the kingdom’s only Heavy Armored Yak Cavalry brigade!" Liu Zhenhan cleared his throat, "The first of my ’Eight Strategies Against Demons’ is to reconstitute the Heavy Armored Cavalry brigade!"

"Your Eminence, with Kalimantan’s steel, we can establish a Heavy Cavalry unit within each of the five main armies," Prince Kahn laughed heartily, dousing Liu Zhenhan’s enthusiasm with a figurative bucket of cold water, "Moreover, the organization of Heavy Infantry will also increase accordingly!"

"Richard, the complexity of logistics and equipment demands for a multi-racial army is immense, as you’ve seen—our Northeastern Army is mainly composed of Piegel warriors, Southeastern Army of Wolf, Southern Army of Tauren and Centaurs, Southwestern Army of Frogmen and Turtleman, while the Whip of War God comprises elite troops from all over!" His Majesty waved his hand, "So, Richard, when you make demands, try not to involve the overly complicated Bimon races. The kingdom’s foundational troop types should still primarily consist of the more populous Piegel, Werewolf, and Tauren races! If you propose any reorganizations, I hope you prioritize the order I just mentioned!"

"Damn! So I’m seen as a military ignoramus in everyone’s eyes!" Liu Zhenhan grumbled, realizing everyone regarded him as a fool.

King Sal and Prince Kahn burst into laughter together, Mourinho too cracked a smile, while others wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

"Well then, I plan to form a new airborne Heavy Cavalry brigade for the kingdom!" Liu Zhenhan lit a cigar, took a deep drag to calm himself, "This armored unit will become a decisive force on the battlefield, existing primarily to annihilate the enemy’s Heavy Cavalry!"