Chapter 205: The Beginning of the Great Change (I)

Time passed quickly, and Fang Xin lived in the city as the head of the temple guard.

Some of the secret methods of the spider god were taught to him by the high priest seriously, but these are of course very easy things to learn for the other party's faith.

In the past six months, the Holy Spider has grown one size larger, with four pairs of eyes that radiate red light, a pitch-black body with gold patterns, half a foot of body hair trembling in the air, and eight strong claws supporting the body steadily.

Every day, Fang Xin took it to inspect the temple.

In the past six months, Fang Xin's total amount of golden blood has reached 1,800 drops.

When Fang Xin has more than 30 drops of blood, he will enter the second order, when he has more than 300 drops of blood, he will enter the third order, if he has more than 3,000 drops of blood, he will enter the fourth order, if he has more than 30,000 drops of blood, he will enter the fifth order, and if he exceeds 300,000 drops, he will enter the sixth order, of which there is no level to speak of.

After reaching the third order, Fang Xin's absorption and transformation speed became faster and faster, and now in addition to absorbing ten drops of golden blood energy from the pyramid every day, he could also rely on the sun and moon to absorb ten drops of solar energy during his inspection.

In the past six months, Fang Xin has felt that his divine thoughts are scanning the city several times, but with the protection of the identity of the spider god envoy, these scans have been in vain.

As her strength recovered day by day, Fang Xin also locked on Xiao Hongqin's position, and he also knew that she still had one last chance to summon the incarnation of the gods, and she didn't use it, obviously, she was still relatively safe.

Out of instinct, Fang Xin felt the atmosphere getting more and more tense.

Is that all the patience of the gods have?

Fang Xin even thought about it for a long time.

In the cold weather, Fang Xin had to lead a team of Templar warriors to hunt outside.

There are some ferocious beasts out there, and if they can be struck, it will not only be honorable, but also a good sacrifice.

Of course, there is one person, holding the banner of the spider, and the Templars in the back, all of them are some very strong warriors, according to Fang Xin's estimates, there are probably sixth-level warriors in the Wizarding World, and second-order in the main world.

The one holding the flag was the original captain, he was a strong fellow, and even in this winter, he walked in a leather coat with two feathers hanging from his head.

Behind him, more than a dozen samurai followed.

When turning around a dense forest, the samurai in front of him suddenly shouted in surprise: "It's a bison!" ”

Fang Xin looked at it and did see a herd of bison, this bison was huge, 2 meters long, 2 meters high, weighing as high as one ton to one and a half tons, and the two horns were thick and sharp and arc-shaped.

This herd of bison, numbered, numbered about 15 of them, and had a fierce temperament, and was not afraid when they encountered an enemy.

Bison is a sacred animal, and it is said that the gods are very fond of bison sacrifices, but it is also stipulated that bison are not allowed to be killed in groups, and only individual warriors are allowed to challenge.

After a long time, these bison also know the rules.

Fang Xin jumped off the horse and unloaded some of the protection on his body.

As soon as they saw this, the warriors behind knew that the man who was carrying the flag stood it aside and took down a sacrificial box from a horse in the back.

The samurai quickly pushed up a simple altar, and at this time, Fang Xin took off his shirt, ** his upper body, and only carried a short sword in his hand.

At that moment, a samurai picked up a horn and blew it violently.

It's a tone that slowly swings out in all directions, with a simple sound quality and a taste of wilderness and desolation.

Hearing this horn, the bison made a commotion, and after a while, a huge bison stepped out, its eyes began to turn red, staring at Fang Xin deadly.

Fang Xin came out with his sword in his hand, his demeanor was calm.

When the trumpet was blown, the earth was burst, and both men and cattle rushed forward.

In general, to kill a cow, you must first stab the cow, make it tired, and then kill it.

Fang Xin was not prepared for this, he directly took the last assassination method, and when he saw the cow rushing over, Fang Xin held his sword and leveled.

People move and cattle move, and these fighters, of course, know that this is the most difficult assassination action to grasp.

The ox rushes to the person, the person also rushes to the cow, in a moment's action, distinguish the fatal position of the cow, and start, this is quite complicated and dangerous, if you are not careful, the person will also be penetrated by the horns, but if you use it well, you can also kill the cow in one fell swoop.

In an instant, the short sword stabbed out, accurately penetrating the heart of the cow, and blood splattered

The ox rushed out a few steps, its feet weakened, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Suddenly, the warriors cheered, and instead of paying attention to the herd opposite, they lifted the cow and placed it in front of a simple altar, and prayed.

When the heart is dug out and sacrificed, and when all the blood of the cow is drained, the sacrifice is completed.

Finally, there's the roast beef.

In the Anya civilization, the food was mainly corn, accounting for more than 80% of the food, and the strange thing is that the civilization here was not developed for animal husbandry, and occasional hunting could not make up for the need for animal protein at all.

Therefore, every sacrifice is a rare time to eat meat - even if it is human flesh.

This is also one of the reasons why the majority of the people support blood sacrifices.

Even nobles and samurai can't eat meat often, and this hunt for a bison is naturally a big meal.

At this time, it was almost dusk, so the samurai burned some weeds and vacated a hundred square meters of land, with a fire in the middle, and the bison was broken up and roasted on the fire, and in not much time the aroma of beef had already spread.

Fang Xin naturally didn't have to work, he sat on a cushion, and while waiting, he looked up and looked around, from the perspective of mature civilization, in fact, the surrounding environment was still quite prosperous, if there were some new crop seeds, as well as advanced agricultural technology.

However, it was necessary to reach the fifth order in order to barely take some species to the plane leap, of course, Fang Xin believed that it was impossible for others to achieve it except himself - when the dimensional leap occurred, what seeds were also killed.

Perhaps, only the sixth-order true god (earth immortal) can achieve it!

However, thinking of the world's rejection and accommodating power, Fang Xin dispelled this thought.

And, even if there is no wheat and rice, it is actually enough to develop some of the agricultural products here, such as potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes and tomatoes

In particular, Fang Xin also saw tomatoes in the wild forest, but the locals regarded them as poisonous fruits, called "wolf peaches", and only used for ornamentation.

In fact, it is a very nutritious species.

As for this world, after a closed 10,000-year process, it is difficult to say whether there are new varieties of crops and animals that can be raised with "value".

"Your Excellency!" The fattest part sent by his subordinates, Fang Xin nodded, took it, and smiled a little bitterly in his heart, he was about to have some habits of analyzing the world, even if he didn't really want to manage the world in his heart.

The sunset fell from the west, the red glow, I don't know why, always with a strange feeling, Fang Xin frowned, his spiritual sense was directional, and he felt a strong smell of blood in the distance.

"Ave, you and I ride horses, go ahead and have a look." Fang Xin shouted, Ive was the original captain.

Ave, who was biting on a piece of beef, heard the order, and he had to stand up.

The two horses walked away, Fang Xin in front, and the feeling guided him, through a jungle, a shocking scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

The trees of the jungle were broken, the hay was stained red with blood, and on a large area there were hundreds of corpses of samurai—arrows, swords, and spears—all in all directions, and the sun was shining, and the smell of blood filled the air, almost filling the air with a thin red mist.

Several beasts have arrived on the field, and these are delicious foods.

Ive rolled and dismounted, ignoring most of the people, and came to a toppled flag, where the warrior holding the flag in his hand looked at the sky with his mouth wide open, and his body was covered with large chunks of congealed black blood.

As soon as he saw this samurai, Ive was startled, flipped over the flag, and saw the symbol of the moon.

A few more steps, several more men in priestly robes were opened.

Ave came back with a pale face, pointed to the banner and said, "This is the priest and warrior of the moon god, I don't know the priest, but I know the warrior, Harpy!" A powerful samurai. ”

As he spoke, he murmured, "Who dares to attack the priests of the moon god?" ”

The gods of this world have no strict restrictions and laws.

For the natives, the gods had no borders at all, and as long as they were useful, they had to be worshipped. There is even the idea that everything is animist, that is, they believe that everything has a soul.

Although this kind of thinking has been hit, it has not died out.

However, even though each city-state had its own gods, some of which were unique to the region, the sun god, the moon god, the god of war, the god of death, and the goddess of agriculture were all widely spread gods, and they were generally worshipped by the entire city-state world, and there were few direct targeted attacks.

Fang was awe-inspiring, and he faintly felt that Xiao Hongqin and the others, especially his own arrival, had brought about a series of changes in this world that was about to fall.

After a short silence, Fang Xin ordered Ive to go back, as for these war dead, they don't have to be buried, the earth will naturally contain their bodies and souls.

but to report it to the high priest.

After going back, neither of them spoke, but they saw that the warriors didn't know, and they smiled and offered roast beef, Fang Xin put down his mind and ate arrogantly.

At nightfall, the samurai camped here, rested, and waited for tomorrow.

Fang Xin slept by the fire, absorbing the moonlight in a way that was imperceptible to the people around him, while thinking, he already had some guesses in his heart about this matter.

But what exactly happened had to wait until we got back, and gradually, the space became silent, except for the sound of firewood and the snoring of the samurai.