Chapter 1757: Chapter 587: A Single Masterpiece Surpassing the Entire Tang Dynasty_2
Liu Zhenhuan obtained this magic passively by forcibly stripping through the “Spiritual Thread Code,” so his “Ingerfal” had long been fixed in form, only capable of area casting and not single-target casting.
It is precisely because of this that this proud skill from Master Saint Chiao amazes people — the old man once helped more than three thousand Red Mill dancers with their busts at the most famous red-light district of Aegean, Seville city in the year fifty-four of the Aegean Calendar. Original content can be found at noⅴelfire.net
Now with only seven or eight hundred people, Old Liu has the capital to indulge freely.
The unfortunate Tang Zang soldiers were cautiously holding their shields, but suddenly saw a blur before their eyes. Countless winged, butterfly-like transparent little women squeezed through the shield gaps, spreading melodious laughter and quickly seeping through the armor into their chests.
After a series of slight wriggles, each Tang Zang soldier was horrified to find their chest muscles cold and fermenting like dough, or like a skyscraper rising from flat ground, their chests “swoosh swoosh swoosh” expanded outward, pushing the armor into towering bulges.
The sound of “clang clang” as the armor fell to the ground was incessant, and the Tang Zang soldiers, caught and used as targets, glared with wide eyes, their scalps tingling, quivering as they stared at their chests, which were now more suited for wearing a bustier than armor.
“Ingerfal” is a non-lethal spell, which only acts on the chest, with a fixed pattern for bust enlargement ———
Due to the high shaping ability of the gas and the closure capability of the skin, the contrast is as strong as a palace maid with an abruptly grown beard.
“This, this, this…” The Fifth Prince pointed at the large group of boob warriors, watching Old Liu, at a loss for words.
“This magic has great use on the battlefield!” Liu Zhenhuan said earnestly, “Besides those over three meters tall, no matter how fierce a warrior is, with a pair of papaya-sized burdens on his chest, it will severely affect combat, and panic can damage morale.”
The two princes of the Tang Zang Empire trembled, unable to imagine the horror and pain if this happened to them.
“Your Majesty, please lift this spell first.” The Fifth Prince watched the warriors brewing a massive storm of anger, urging Old Liu: “I’m afraid the soldiers will mutiny if this continues.”
“The gas is already sealed under the subcutaneous tissue, it can’t be undone, but solving it is not hard…” Liu Zhenhuan made a stabbing gesture with a delicate gesture: “Just prick it with a needle to release the gas.”
The Fifth Prince quickly ordered his guards to tell these unfortunate targets how to handle it.
“Wait a minute!” Liu Zhenhuan called these guards, very solemnly saying: “Don’t poke randomly with the needle, I fear it might pop like a balloon. So I suggest finding some hollow foxtail grass, gently thread it in to release the gas.”
“Your Majesty, is this your Saint Xiao spell? Is this the level of Aegean mages?” The Fifth Prince eyed Old Liu disdainfully.
As wise as he is, he saw through the true purpose of this spell. Old Liu’s sophistry couldn’t affect his judgment.
The faces of the five Aegean Magic Tutors burned like iron, well, with a sentence, His Highness swept all Aegean mages.
“We had classicist mages in Aegean history, who pursued serving the populace as the highest goal.” Liu Zhenhuan, neither blushing nor flustered, continued to spout the high principles to gild himself: “Magic cannot always focus on destruction and lethality, diversity is another characteristic of magic. If it only serves war, then magic would be too narrow!”
“Your Majesty, enough… let us see your war song instead…” The Fifth Prince said feebly.
Now even the gaze of the Fifth Prince at the Flower King had obvious contempt. If one could be easily fooled by such principles, then a politician should not be called a politician but rather an idiot! Technology at the forefront should first serve the military and national defense, but serving the people isn’t impossible either. Yet, how is bust enlargement related to the people’s livelihood? It’s nonsense!
Reverberating drums need no heavy pounding. The five Aegean Magic Tutors and three Dragon Clan seniors felt too ashamed to stay here and bid farewell to the two Tang Zang Princes; just seeing the mocking and sneering looks of Tang Zang mages made the Aegean elites feel on pins and needles.
“Your Highness, which kind of war song would you like to see?” Though Liu Zhenhuan had a thick skin, even he felt awkward amidst such disdain from so many.
“Berserk.” The Fifth Prince glanced aimlessly into the distance.
As the glorious halo descended from the sky, Liu Zhenhuan turned away; he did not want to stay a second longer.
Brought up high by the Fifth Prince, now suddenly crashing, the feeling was awful.
Whether from shame or something else, the slightly dizzy Old Liu walked with the five Magic Tutors to the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array beside the Seven Treasures Pagoda before he realized no one had followed.
Looking back, the Summer Palace Warriors were all dumbfounded, staring at the Tang Zang Empire’s boob warriors.
The five Magic Tutors and Liu Zhenhuan followed their gaze, their mouths forming ‘O’s, eyes dazed.
This group of boob warriors, along with dozens of consoling Summer Palace Warriors, had muscles bulging everywhere, veins protruding like worms, their originally wild, robust physiques now even more fierce and bold.
Nothing strange about that, for just now, Old Liu’s Berserk Halo was cast on them.
What made everyone stare was that these berserk boob warriors, despite the bloodshot eyes, remained sober-minded, strangely inspecting each other’s and their own transformation, with faces full of surprise.
Most importantly, beneath each of their feet was a lotus-shaped halo projection, glowing with golden light.
The halo projection is a typical trait of war song casting, but this feature only belongs to Permanent Blessing—like the Divine Song of the Glory of the War God.
A permanently blessed berserk?
And calm berserk at that?
The Dinghu Immortal Masters of the Tang Zang Empire, from the five schools of musical instruments, Go, calligraphy, painting, and wine, swarmed around, paying respects to the utterly stupefied Old Liu.
Eastern etiquette is quite stringent, and in the presence of this supremely powerful transcendent, the five elderly mages all showed disciple etiquette, humble to the extreme.
This wasn’t flattery, but worship for extreme power.
The Fifth Prince said something excitedly, but Old Liu, feeling somewhat disoriented, barely listened or cared to.
Slightly unfocused, he suddenly remembered—in terms of war song cultivation, he had already reached the “Single-Control Halo” realm, even if sporadic, indeed reached it! He still used it twice last year!
Calm berserk belongs to the category of Single-Control Berserk.
With the overall leap in the Demon World, could the “Single-Control Halo” have advanced another step?
If progress were real, has the “Single-Control Halo” evolved into the “Permanent Halo”?
Liu Zhenhuan’s completely stalled brain had one thought left—regret!
As a foreign Dragon Clan, he already possessed wealth matching his status, but even immense wealth couldn’t withstand such waste and extravagance!
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