Technological practice: leading the human race to the stars

Chapter 211: The King's Audience
The King of Source Beasts is recognized as the strongest among all Source Beasts. In addition, he is also the most intelligent among all Source Beasts.

Over the past decade, Wang has fallen into an abnormal deep sleep, and the most recent time he slept for five years before waking up.

Many people believe that the king's rapid growth has overdrawn its vitality, and now it is old and frail.

Ruiming hated this kind of argument very much.

He believed that Wang founded the City of Source Beasts and established an efficient and fair selection and stratification mechanism, and that anyone who made such remarks should be damned.

"Don't be so extreme."

"Forget it, we're almost there. Do you remember the standard etiquette I just mentioned?"

“I remember.”

"very good."

Ruiming nodded. He admired Yuanze's ability to understand and his attitude the most. As the saying goes, "If you work hard and are humble, many people will follow you; if you are arrogant and proud, many people will leave you."

He is a source beast race that is closer to humans, and also has the same good qualities as some humans. Only in this way can he go further.

They soon reached the door.

Rather than a palace, this is more like a huge cave with a slightly decorated entrance. It is very primitive and simple.

The guard was also a source beast that was very close to humans, holding a torch to lead the way for the two of them.

After passing through countless twists and turns, they entered an extremely tall and open area.

In the center of the very end of the area, there is a seat made up of countless missile fragments.

"This must be the throne of the King of Origin Beasts."

Although it was far from the throne he had imagined, the seat cast from the wreckage of missiles was undoubtedly the best symbol of his process of obtaining the throne.

"You're here again, Ruiming."

Although the words were brief, they carried a strong pressure on the two people.

A hand tightly grasped the arm of the throne and stretched out from behind. The tendons, bones and blood vessels on it were only wrapped by a thin layer of skin, as thin and shriveled as a dead tree.

The crown also emerged from the shadows, with various human weapons on the lower part and various source beasts engraved on the upper part.

His hair was a dismal gray, held down by the crown but also scattered around in a messy manner.

Then there was his body, shrouded in a black robe, and one could also feel the body floating empty inside the robe.

The two of them took a small step forward with their left feet, while their right hands hung naturally and placed in front of their chests, then they lowered their heads and bowed 45 degrees.

“I want to save myself the red tape in the future.”

The King of Source Beasts sat in his seat and told Ruiming, who had just finished the ceremony, in a tone that did not allow him to argue.

"King, no. I have already omitted most of the cumbersome movements from human etiquette. For the remaining part, we must remain respectful to you."

"Then it's up to you." He stretched out his withered right hand and pointed at Yuan Ze, "Who is he?"

"what?"

Ruiming was briefly unconscious, and after he regained consciousness, he realized that the "Son of Prophecy" that Wang thought of was someone else.

"Don't worry, don't worry, just explain it after they come over."

"Okay!" Ruiming agreed.

The King of Source Beasts closed his eyes which were as dark as the abyss and tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"Tattoo~"

Yuanze felt Wang's fingers matching the beat of every second, and each one seemed like a rebuke to the two of them.

I don’t know how long it took, but at the other end of the passage, I heard footsteps approaching here little by little.

The visitors were a source beast that had completely transformed into a human form, and a source beast whose skin still retained a lot of scales.

"King, I have brought the Son of Prophecy!"

The King of Source Beasts opened his eyes and glanced at the four people present.

Everyone felt that their soul was soaked, their secrets were exposed, and they struggled and felt uncomfortable.
Only Yuanze seemed relatively calm. He could feel that the spiritual power of the King of Source Beasts was slowly depleting and was not much stronger than his own, so he resisted this kind of peeping.

This aroused the interest of the King of Source Beasts, and the creepy black hole stayed on Yuanze's body for a long time.

"Now there are two sons of prophecy, each of you explain it!" The King of Source Beasts retracted his gaze and continued to close his eyes to rest. Ruiming was no longer polite and took the lead:
"King, he can use the King's Blessing just like you. Although he cannot use it continuously now, this is the sign of the Child of Prophecy. He has the potential to become king."

"Rui Ming, we all understand what you said. It's the same here. He can also use the King's Blessing."

"Heimer, do you dare to let these two newcomers fight? Whoever is stronger will be the heir!"

Ruiming had seen Yuanze's strength. Ordinary extraordinary source beasts were no match for him. This was the best proof of his potential to become a king.

"Of course, I still can't accept that an old man like you can stay in this position!"

"I have already given up my seat, and you don't even look at what I am doing now. I am teaching the common language to the newcomers! But you don't have the ability to do that, and you don't even feel that your butt is hot after sitting there!"

Yuanze watched the two guys arguing with each other, arguing with each other.

"That's enough. Stop quarreling every time you meet. Don't you even look at where this place is?" There was obvious anger in the words of the King of Source Beasts.

What he hated most was the human behavior of fighting with each other without considering the overall situation, and now it appeared among his two strongest subordinates.

"Yes! King!"

The two stopped arguing and lowered their heads silently.

"How about this, the two newcomers, one is Zeyuan and the other is Weiming. They will compete in two items here, one is the King's Blessing, and the other is a real combat contest."

Yuan Ze was in a dilemma. If he was confirmed, he would be in real trouble. But lying in front of the King of Source Beasts was not a wise idea.

“To lose smartly.”

The idea is simple, but executing it is much harder than winning a battle.

I had no choice but to go ahead with it.

Yuanze walked up to the one who was ready, cleared his throat twice, and began to suppress each other with words.

Yuanze had some insights into the King’s Blessing just now, and his original form is not a source beast.

In this regard, I was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

However, Genze is the kind of person who will seize every opportunity to learn. He turned on the "flow" and, with the help of Astra's analysis, began to look for other pronunciation techniques.

"Look at the new guy you brought. It's obvious that he's not good enough."

"Shut up, he just learned it today."

"Then..."

When Heimer saw the king's eyes, he stopped talking and watched the battle silently.

He also knew Ruiming's habits. When he said he wanted to fight, he must have some confidence.

So for this item, Weiming must have an overwhelming advantage.

Otherwise, he would most likely lose the actual combat phase, and his qualification as an heir would naturally cease to exist.

"There must be some secrets hidden behind the congratulatory speech."

Yuanze didn't believe that the blessing was just a high-level language expression. It must be related to the ability of the King of Source Beasts.

Under Weiming's constant voice pressure, he found that there was always a fixed rhythm in Weiming's pressure.

I can feel the pressure from him weakening, and my body seems to be able to continue to adapt in a state of "flow".

"Is this blessing related to his source of power? Or is it related to the gene lock?"

If this is the case, can the ability to simulate a source of power without characteristics with the help of "flow" change anything?

He began to gradually analyze and transform, attaching his own source power and blessings to other powers.

"go to hell!"

When the King of Source Beasts heard the voice, he was awakened as if by surprise. He opened his eyes and stared at Yuan Ze in disbelief.

"This kid, no, has he transformed his own power characteristics? Why do I feel a completely different power than before?"

After Weiming took the blow, his body twisted involuntarily, his internal organs made dull sounds, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, he fell to the ground.

But Yuanze was not much better off. His source of energy was completely drained the moment he said these words.

After Weiming fell down, he also fainted.

(End of this chapter)