The huge silver cocoon-like round shell on the platform was silent, no one knew what kind of changes were taking place inside at this time, and countless pairs of eyes were firmly fixed on the altar, not daring to leave for a moment, for fear of missing this incredible moment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Time flies, and no one feels that the waiting time is too long, and people need time to digest the incredible things they see in front of them, and even to convince themselves that what is happening at this time is not a dream.

Kuh also stood in the crowd, looking feebly at the snow-white altar, he was one of the new wildlings to join the Soth tribe, and was once Nome of a wildling tribe, but after the tribe was conquered by the Black Tooth, he joined the Soth tribe.

Because of his leadership ability, he was promoted by Diana to be the manager of the Agricultural Bureau, and because of his status as a Neosothian, many of the Neosothians who were gradually promoted unconsciously approached him, and I don't know when these savages who were conquered one after another began to look up to him.

Even forming a force that could attract the attention of Diana, Blacktooth, and the rest of the old people, Kuh was usually proud of his current position, and in this much larger tribe, he had gained far more power than before, and this power also inflated his ambitions, and sometimes at night, he would dream in his sleep that he had become the leader of the Soth tribe, Nome.

However, in this dream, every time there will be a mysterious, tall black shadow, when he is most proud, he will smash everything to pieces, he knows, that black shadow is the real Nome of the Soth tribe, the one who is extremely wise in the old people's mouth, and makes Diana, Black Tooth and others serve loyally, but it is also the Nom that the Neosos people have never seen.

Now, he's back—and shattering the last vestiges of Kuhe's illusion that he doesn't think he's up to anyone who wields this mystical power, even though he isn't the strongest of the tribe today.

Looking around a few times to the left and right, the few Neosothians who had followed him before were now staring at the altar in amazement, the shock in their eyes that could be seen without looking closely.

With a wry smile and a sigh, Kuhe felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, he had been tormented by the dream of becoming the tribal "Nome" recently, maybe it used to be a sweet dream for him, but it gradually turned into a nightmare with Thor returned.

It's no wonder that others react in this way, in fact, even Kuch himself has begun to worship Thor unconsciously, how can he react to those who possess mysterious and unknown powers?

An irrepressible thought came to his heart, if he was blessed by such a Nom, maybe the tribe would never be conquered by others again, right?

Just as Kuhe quietly changed his mind, the silver cocoons on the altar slowly peeled away—a metal shell peeled off layer by layer like sliding mercury, coalescing together and returning to the form of a slender whip, and finally reduced to four long whips, which were then tightened together, the eyes on them were gone, and the long whip was shortened into four silver pillars, as if standing around the platform without moving.

At this moment, on the platform, there was a strange creature that no one had ever seen, and as "he" stood up, people could see "him" clearly.

In appearance, it was still a humanoid creature, but unlike a human, the skin of his whole body had turned into different shades of blue, and some star-like bright points of light appeared on it, as if it was not a creature from the world of Wotan.

It's more like the image of an alien in Saul's impression, his skin has become extremely soft and smooth, his fingers and toes have been elongated to varying degrees, and he seems to be a little uncomfortable with his current body, "he" looked down at himself with a little confusion.

"His" eyes have become larger, no longer with pupils and whites, but with a deep black, as if there is a starry night sky, mysterious and deep.

"It's ...... Me?" A familiar voice sounded in Thor's head, a little unclear, but barely audible.

"Is it Pompeii?" Thor felt a stir in his heart, he clearly understood that "Pompeii" standing on the altar did not say anything loudly, he was still carefully looking down at his body.

"Telepathy?" Thor felt as if there was an invisible thread connecting him to Pompeii, as if he was a signal receiving station, and Pompeii was the terminal that sent signals, and he naturally read Pompeii's inner sound.

So he tried, sending a signal in reverse—"How does it feel, Pompeii?"

Noam's voice suddenly sounded in his head, startling Pompeii.

He raised his head instantly, as if he was still very unaccustomed to this way of communication, raised his eyes and looked down, searching everywhere for Thor's traces, until he saw Noam smiling at him, he was sure that it was indeed Thor's voice, so in his heart, hesitantly asked:

"Yes...... Noam—?"

"It's me, Pompeii—how are you feeling now?" Thor looked at Pompeii under the altar, conversing with him with his thoughts, while silently familiarizing himself with the use of telepathy, which seemed easy for him to grasp.

"Feeling...... It's a big change......" Pompeii on the altar raised his hand, squeezed it gently, and replied in his heart:

"Not much change in strength - but the rest ......," he said, looking around.

"Others?" Thor asked, wondering what was the difference between Pompeii's human-looking body.

"It's as if I used to be wrapped in an invisible membrane—the mind, the consciousness, the talking, eating, hunting—" Pompeii recounted slowly, his voice becoming clearer and clearer, and it seemed that he was quickly grasping the means of conversing with Thor's mind.

Thor remained silent, listening quietly as Pompeii continued.

"I saw a lot of little points of light—more and more, more and more—" said Pompey, who was silent for a moment, and then exclaimed, "This is how the world is." ”

Listening to his words, he didn't know why, but Thor vaguely understood something in his heart, Pompey's evolution didn't seem to be to strengthen his muscles, or strengthen his strength, but to improve his understanding of the nature of the world, strengthen his "spiritual vision", and now he can see beyond the vision of ordinary people.

And, as he said, after removing the membrane that wrapped his mind and consciousness, Pompeii spoke more coherently, more calmly, more peacefully, and no longer sounded as silly as before.

Then, Pompeii once again set his eyes on Thor, and this time he had to rub his eyes carefully, and a slightly trembling voice sounded in Thor's head:

"Noam...... You...... What the hell is ......"