42: Chapter 12 The Curse of the Magical Beast of Blood Sacrifice_2 42: Chapter 12 The Curse of the Magical Beast of Blood Sacrifice_2 “What did those two do?” Liu Zhenhan asked.
“They abandoned their wounded pet monsters on the battlefield and ran away.
Their cowardly actions directly led to their pet monsters fighting a bloody battle.” Helen furiously cursed, “They’re as helpless as chickens wandering in a vegetable garden!”
Those two…” Liu Zhenhan gulped, then hurriedly asked, “I’m still a bit unclear, magic grafting, doesn’t that mean these two shamans possess magic just like human mages?
Isn’t that a good thing?
“When the shamans abandon their dignity and identity and become tainted by the wrathful resentment of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’ from the magical pets, they will also suffer the curse of the god of war’s wrath– the god of war, Kampas, will never allow traitors to appear among the great and noble shamans.
As punishment, the shamans who accept the ‘Blood Sacrifice’ curse will no longer have any magical effect in their war songs.
That’s the price of betraying friendship.
Do not think having magic power is a good thing.
Magic power and song power are totally different elemental powers.
Having both will only cause severe repulsion between the two, which is the cause of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’s berserk state.
With the weak body of a shaman, even if they could survive this period, they couldn’t escape another doom.” The expression on the little fox’s face was extremely unpleasant as she worried that the safety of her lover, obtained through her sacred shaman’s crown, would shatter like a bubble.
“What doom?” Liu Zhenhan asked.
“Although they’ve acquired magical power, it doesn’t mean they can easily use magic.
Magic is an amazing thing.
Attempting to control and use it without systematic learning and innate perception is equivalent to seeking death.
Magic backlash will instantly reduce those who recklessly use magic to dust.
That’s the real meaning of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’.
Magical beasts are not devoid of wisdom.”
Helen’s words felt like a bucket of cold water to Liu Zhenhan, leaving him chilled to the core.
I…” Liu Zhenhan stammered: “When did I offend that big model?
I didn’t abandon it on the battlefield and run for my life!”
Why does it treat me !” Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth.
Helen remained silent, staring at the jagged fragments of the eggshell on the ground.
“But it was already dead!
How could it know that I ate its egg?” Liu Zhenhan widened his eyes, a bit unconvinced.
“Greed, the original sin of the Pigiel race…” Helen looked somewhat despaired.
I still don’t believe this nonsense!” Liu Zhenhan shook his head.
“Actually, I can’t be sure either.
Richard, I hope all this is just my misjudgment.” Helen also appeared to be forlorn.
“What about Guoguo?” Liu Zhenhan, pulling Guoguo’s ear, asked, “Why is Guoguo in the same state as me?
Why is it also under the curse of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’?”
“At the time, Guoguo also ate that piece of the dragon egg, and as usual, it was perched on top of your head, right?” Helen asked again.
“The powerful curse of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’ focused the resentment on you; Guoguo is just unlucky.
It’s the creature’s fault for always picking your head as a perch.” Helen still seemed a bit jealous of how close Guoguo was to Liu Zhenhan.
I’d be okay if I was the only one done for, but I’ve also dragged Guoguo into this!” Liu Zhenhan wailed, flumping down onto the floor.
“I told you I’m not sure yet!” Helen rolled her eyes at him, “Hurry up and try your war song, if it works, it means my suspicion is wrong.
Do you still have the courage of a shaman?
Do you need the god of war to drag you up?”
As soon as he heard this, Liu Zhenhan immediately stood up and began singing at the top of his lungs.
Helen was both confused and amused by him– he seemed timid in regular times, yet in crucial moments, she saw no sign of nervousness in his countenance.
He really is a strange lover.
Helen affectionately gave Liu Zhenhan a new title.
The fluctuating war song led Helen into irresistibly following the rhythm and singing along.
With mixed feelings, Helen looked at Liu Zhenhan, making his heart flutter anxiously.
“Say the result!” Liu Zhenhan could feel that his war song seemed to have completely lost the wonderful sensations it possessed while chanting before.
Without a doubt, you are indeed cursed by the heinous ‘Blood Sacrifice’.” Helen said, half-smiling.
“Is my war song useless now?” Liu Zhenhan felt a sense of loss surging in his heart, like a toy he had never paid attention was suddenly lost, and he realized its value.
“My dear Richard, you don’t realize how unfortunate you are, nor how lucky you are.” Helen’s eyes moistened: “Your current war song, compared to the first time you chanted, the abundant song power of a natural born Soul Singer has almost disappeared.
The original additional effects of the spirit communication war song are also significantly weaker.
Thank the god of war!
He actually left you a glimmer of hope.
The curse of the ‘Blood Sacrifice’ did not completely deprive you of the effect of your war song.” Chapters first released on novelꞁire.net