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"The most important thing for a warrior is his steely faith and indestructible body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If you can have this trait...... So everything in the event is just a simple matter of how to swing his fist and how to fight. Even if the talent is insufficient, the exercises are poor...... But none of this is the main problem.

Lack of skills can be made up for by hard practice; If you are not talented enough, you can replace it with time; I don't have much experience, so I can fight with my life......

If someone else practices a set of punches a hundred times, you will practice it a thousand times, ten thousand times. Others are naturally intelligent, dexterous, and their thinking is like a whimsy, and all kinds of moves come at a glance, and in the blink of an eye, they can draw inferences from one another and turn them into their own use. But as long as you practice a move thoroughly, practice it to instinct, and practice it to the point of supernatural perfection, you can still stand side by side with this kind of genius in a few decades, and even let him look up to it!

For example, the Holy Rank Dou Qi that you cultivated-'Dou Zhan Qi'...... Although it is also able to simulate various fire and lightning effects by giving it a path in the body. But in reality it is all just the transformation of your beliefs and physical vibrations.

In fact, you have never felt the true laws of fire and thunder. It's just that after seeing it, think about it...... As long as you think, as long as you believe, you can do it.

Whether it's flames, thunder, beams, or smashing people, all attacks, tangible, intangible...... All that is consumed is the fighting energy and spirit in your body. You don't need to know how all this is achieved, you don't care how the various elements are generated and combined, as long as you believe that you can do it, as long as he is extremely firm in your heart, your fighting spirit can help you do it.

And although the rules of this world are slightly different from our original universe, the basic earth, fire, water, and wind look the same, so you don't feel abnormal. And those of us who are essentially driving them have to modify a lot of the spell models based on the rules themselves to be able to do that. ”

The Wise Bass is worthy of being a university scholar. In just a few words, the difference between the warrior profession and the legal profession is very clear. He also used a vivid description to explain the fundamental principle of vindictiveness.

If it is a Dou Qi cultivator of an academic faction, at this time, it may be as if he has been initiated, and he will have a better grasp of the Dou Qi in his body, and even break through one or two small bottlenecks. But Samuel is clearly definitely not ......

As the saying goes: Xiucai can't tell if he meets a soldier! Or, no matter how smart you are, there will always be someone who can cure you!

After listening to Beth's words, Samuel just nodded and shook his head again. The last one waved his hand nonchalantly and said:

"Seemingly...... It's a little deeper~! ”

When the bass heard this, his lungs were about to explode. I don't understand, you said it earlier! …… Feelings, this conversation turned out to be the same as him. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat Samuel, Beth would have picked up his scepter and started beating people directly at this time.

But before he could scold again, Samuel suddenly turned his head and continued:

“…… However, I know that you Dharma masters read a lot. You must have a point in saying that. But to hear you say that, our warrior profession seems to be better than you noble masters, don't we? ”

"Hmph~! It's more practical, but it doesn't mean better. You warriors are like stupid wooden sticks, ready to pick them up and swing them at your enemies' heads, rain or shine. And we mages are like torches lit at one end of a wood. Although it is more powerful, more versatile, and more convenient......

The only drawback is that once you face strong winds and torrential rain, you will immediately extinguish them. But in any case, a torch is more technical than a piece of wood!

You can always understand such a parable, right? "Beth doesn't have a good air.

"In my opinion. It's not all the same......"

Samuel muttered, but his face gradually became a little heavy. Now the dangerous situation of the race, after a flicker of helplessness in his one-eye, he quickly turned his gaze to Bass.

"So, as you say, what do we do next?"

The two have been working together for thousands of years, and have already established a friendship and trust that transcends life and death. At this time, Samuel looked at Beth as if he had given his own power to him.

Who is the Wise Bess Guy? With the blessing of the "Heart of the Wise", the soul emblem condensed after the legend, his thinking speed is comparable to that of a super-biological computer that does not exist in the world.

There is no doubt about Samuel's choice. In fact, he already had a plan in his mind to convince him. The deduction of today's situation has also modified the original thinking within the scope of changes in the situation.

Therefore, as soon as Samuel's question ended, he put forward the plan he had already prepared......

"It's very simple, salute first, then soldier! We must not take any risks on issues that can be resolved through negotiations.

Instead, you have to get in touch with the god-level beings hidden behind the earth's civilization. We must first find the strongest in this plane. Through him, he is in contact with each other indirectly.

It's just that, in terms of the multiverse plane reincarnation theory, the core figure of this civilization is very likely to be the son of this plane.

This kind of existence carries the attention of the whole world, and once it is rashly touched, I am afraid that it will be resisted and rejected by the will of the world. Therefore, if we don't make a move, we must think of a way to deal with it.

Secondly......"

In the latter words, in order to keep it secret, the bass changed to a secret way of spiritual communication between each other. Outsiders couldn't hear the slightest talk, but the two only looked at each other a few times before leaving.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes after the two of them disappeared that a formless, shadowless, and shadowless spiritual point of light slowly escaped from the void.

"Giggle~~!" A spiritual wave like a crisp laugh came out of this spiritual point of light. Immediately, the spiritual light flickered and turned into the illusory body of Acelina who was supposed to leave early.

Although the clothes are still the same and the face is still the same face, the temperament that Aislina shows at this time has a completely different sense of charm from the two personalities (well-behaved and unruly) that she usually shows.

After the illusory body smiled, it disappeared in an instant like a dream bubble......

Obviously, this is a clever way to use spiritual power to stoin the void and eavesdrop on information.

It's just that what is surprising is that Aislina's eavesdropping didn't even notice the two legendary peaks of Beth and Samuel. This "Ninth Archon", who was supposed to be a puppet in front of the stage and a princess vase, does not seem to be a simple, innocent little girl.

However, the complex relationships between the high-level of this alien civilization are still a little distant for the earthlings who have just escaped the crisis.

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We turn the picture back to Earth, the Amazon plains of South America, the rainforests.

The previous invasion crisis in New York seems to have passed. But the invading forces of hell are quietly brewing a new round of stronger malice in this unknown primeval forest.

This malice towards the planet itself comes from a cannibal tribe living in the Amazon forest.

When ordinary people hear the word "cannibal", most of them will think of a series of words that make people smell blood, meat, barbarism, hunting, torture and killing.

In fact, most of the time, these races, known as "cannibals", eat people simply because they are short of food and cannot survive. There are not many "cannibals" living in the Amazon forest who really like to eat people and are keen to eat people.

Of course, this tribe here is definitely one of the few true cannibals. It is also a cannibal tribe on the edge of the Amazon, with a very bad reputation.

Even in the surrounding cities, hundreds of kilometers away, there are often rumors of how ugly this primitive tribe's cannibalistic habit was.

Although there are some other small animals in their diets, and even a variety of fruit-based vegetarian foods, the staple food has always been humans. People of the same tribe seldom eat it, and what is eaten is usually tourists, travelers, adventurers, expeditions, archaeological teams, botanists and botanists who travel to the Amazon forest for various purposes......

Now in these days, there is really everyone who has it. For a variety of reasons, there is an endless stream of people who venture deep into the primeval forest on foot.

Because these people are always sent to the door every once in a while, sometimes they can't finish eating, and they even keep the idle people in a place similar to a pigsty, and send some delicious and delicious food every day to raise, and when they want to eat, they will pull it out and slaughter it......

In the case of sufficient food in the morning, no matter what purpose these cannibals are eating people, their evil behavior of being so keen on "feeding on their own kind" can definitely be said to be heinous!

……

It's just that in the tribe where the bloodshed occurred at this time, the people of this ogre tribe have become lambs to the slaughter in the hands of others.

…… The viscous water of blood accumulated in a gravel ditch made of stones, forming a pool of blood. At the same time, a large amount of fresh blood was still rapidly left on the headless corpse with a severed head above the pool of blood.

Just a cursory count, there are hundreds of adult cannibal corpses that have been beheaded and bled out. In addition, there were many more corpses that had lost too much blood, and the blood in the broken neck was close to drying up, and the blood that flowed out of the stone spread out and merged into the already scarlet stone crevice.

"Ah~呴~~~!"

Suddenly, I heard a sound like a wild cat being strangled to death from the other side of the blood pool.

I saw an old man of the primitive tribe with a colorful green feather on his head being held in the air by a tall and handsome man wearing a long vermilion cloak.

The old man was almost out of breath by the handsome man's white hands. The purple-blue skin looked like the skin of a fruit that was about to drain pus, and it looked disgusting. A big mouth opened to try to make some noise, maybe for mercy, maybe for explanation, maybe for the last madness.

However, all the efforts of this old man of the primitive tribe with feathers in his head were destined to be in vain. Because of the language barrier, this murderer didn't even think about leaving a living mouth.

"Click~~, poof~~!"

With a crisp and sharp sound of the vertebrae breaking, the man finally spat out a bloody arrow from his mouth, and his limbs finally hung limply like mechanical toys without batteries.

"This is the last old guy in this tribe! Looking at the dress, it seems that he is still a tribal chief. …… I'll leave it to you~! ”

The tall, handsome man in a long vermilion cloak said goodbye to a thatched hut behind him, and then threw the seventy-kilogram corpse in his hand at the door of the hut thirty meters away like a marble.

Crunch~~!

The door of the hut opened, and a strange figure was covered in layers of white ribbons, like a mummy. He put his hand on his somewhat crooked head, and walked out of it with jerky steps as if he were walking in space.

This strange man who seems to be like a mummy, even his face is completely wrapped in layers of white cloth, and his face is not visible at all.

He first lay on the dead man's body and sucked in the gas greedily like an addict, and then lifted the corpse with the same hand to the edge of the pool of blood, and sliced the corpse's neck little by little with a stone axe that was not very sharp.

Pull apart the skin, cut the muscles, cut off the blood vessels, pick off the long tendons, and chop the bones...... He looks like a chef who specializes in this art, handling the best ingredients in his hands little by little.

It's just that this processing process is enough to make normal people who like to watch horror movies the most scared to collapse.

In the end, the football-sized Liuyang Kui rolled down to the ground on the side, and the gushing blood seemed to open the gate and release the water into the blood pool...... The mummy-like weirdo nodded in satisfaction and slowly stood up as if he had completed another work of art

However, it was amazing that even after such a bloody ritual, the white cloth on his body was not stained with any red.

I don't know if it's because of the difference in the material of the cloth, or if this person's handling is really superb to the point of solving the cow. If it's the former, it's fine, if it's the latter...... Then it has to make people shiver at the thought.

Airplanes~~! A bleak tone like the low of a death knell emanated from the bottom of the pool of blood.

At the same time, circles of ripples shook with the sound on the surface of the blood pool, and a little red shimmer began to rise from the bottom of the blood pool like bubbles.

"Quack quack~~~~!"

The mummy-bound weirdo let out a strange laugh like a dead crow.

"These cannibals, who feed on their own kind, are indeed the most worthy of the original sin of gluttony. A small tribe of less than a thousand people was able to meet the blood required for the ceremony. What an unexpected surprise! ”