The flames burned.

Screams and screams were heard endlessly, accompanied by the roars and laughter of the pirates.

The corpse of a barbarian fell to the ground, and the blood that flowed formed a stream.

After Leylin's decision to capture it, the barbarian tribe became a complete tragedy.

Since Ogard had taken most of the young men with him, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children, it could be said that this little resistance was of little use in the face of the murderous pirates.

"But...... There seems to be a little secret in this barbarian tribe!"

Relin touched his chin and with a wicked smile on his face, he came to the center of the tribe.

It was a place of worship for the tribe, but not a single known god was enshrined, and a huge obsidian stone was carved into a sturdy altar with huge animal skin banners and eerie blood-red symbols.

In front of the altar, a few barbarians, who were visibly decrepit, were still making their last stands.

"Aliens!

A few barbarians with their bodies as dry as reeds cried out, followed by the only few barbarian teenagers, holding the last spearheads and weapons in their hands, tremblingly pointing at the intruders such as Leylin, with fear in their eyes.

"Barbarians, priests, bloodlines?"

Lei Lin looked at the barbarians who seemed to be dying of old age at any time, feeling the power of the bloodline on their bodies, and couldn't help but nod.

"Get out of here!"

The arcane power erupted violently, forming a terrifying elemental giant hand, directly tearing to shreds several barbarian bloodlines who still wanted to resist.

This powerful force immediately overwhelmed the last few barbarians.

Boom! Boom!

Several arcane fireballs burst out, burning the remaining barbarians to ashes.

Unhindered, Leylin stepped over the corpses of these men and onto the altar.

"Spirits, spirits, just ......unconscious," his hands stroked over the rough nicks, and Lei Lin closed his eyes slightly.

"This bunch of barbarians. Do you still want to rely on the group to condense divinity?"

Rich in experience, Leylin could see at a glance the plans of this group of barbarians.

The power of faith, that is, the power of transcendence, has been a few traces of very primordial power through years of worship and sacrifice.

The strong faith in the entire altar, coupled with the souls of the strong who have died in the past generations, is fused together. A strong foundation has been formed.

As long as it takes a while, it may not be impossible to condense a trace of divinity.

Many of the gods of the ancient tribes came here this way from the beginning.

And after having divinity, if there happens to be a barbarian powerhouse who is close to the legend, he can directly promote to the [legendary] realm with this trace of divinity.

Even, at the same time as promotion, through the combination with faith, directly ignite the divine fire and achieve demigods!

Since he also has the intention of becoming a god, the other party's thoughts Lei Lin is very clear.

"As for the candidates who are ready to be canonized. It's supposed to be Ogard, isn't it? It's really a big game of chess? It's not a small ...... ambition."

Lei Lin touched his chin, there are never a few smart people in the world, because there is not much attention from the gods in the open sea at this time, and the difficulty of sealing gods in the open sea is far lower than that of the mainland, so Ogard also took a fancy to this place, but he had the same idea as Lei Lin.

"Barbarian race gods? With the current level of strength in the open sea, once there is a demigod, it is indeed very likely to be directly unified. and form a barbarian's paradise......"

There was a glint in Leylin's eyes: "Very thoughtful! It's a pity that you ran into me!"

Now Leylin has long regarded the sea off Dambrais as his basic plate, since the barbarians have ideas. That would have to make them completely desperate.

"The huge power of faith, the origin of the soul, and the protection of the barbarian heroic spirit!"

Lei Lin looked at the obsidian carvings on the ground, as well as the animal skin runes, with an indifferent expression on his face: "It seems that every dead barbarian seems to have ended up here......"

This is the hope of a race! In the world of the gods, there is no race protected by gods. There is no future!

And the hope, blood, and sacrifice of a race are all singable and weeping.

Thunder Lin closed his eyes, and it seemed that he had been surrounded by many barbarian heroic spirits, and a powerful malice descended: "Get out! Get out!!

It wasn't an illusion, it was the rejection of him by the entire altar power.

"Tsk...... A race of resistance. With all the hearts of the people, and after the stimulation of the previous blood sacrifice, how strong can it be?" there was a fanatical expression in Lei Lin's eyes.

"This kind of power! I really want to defeat it! Directly knock down the upward promotion of a race, and give you a completely desperate !!"

A dark and deep power instantly emerged from Lei Lin's pupils.

"Devouring !!"

With Thunderlin's will, the altar made an overwhelmed sound, and the earth began to tremble, like an earthquake, cracking several black openings.

Scorching, mad, and filled with the energy of soul power, poured out of the altar like a tsunami.

"Hmm......" Lei Lin's face turned extremely hideous for a moment, and there were many emotions flashing in his eyes.

The roars and counterattacks of the wraiths are frenzied, and there is the final death throes of the barbarian heroic spirits.

Unfortunately, for Leylin, who has experience in dealing with spirits, these are still minor problems.

"Hiss ......"

The phantom of the Targaryen Serpent emerged directly from Leylin's mind, and then devoured numerous spirits and wills in one gulp.

The resistance of those heroic spirits, in front of the origin of Lei Lin's soul, was as weak as ants.

Numerous spirits and wills were shattered, and a large number of mixed soul powers emerged, carrying violent emotions and numerous memory fragments.

"The spirit body is still a small matter, but the key is the many fanaticism attached to the soul power......"

Leylin sighed.

It is not for nothing that the basic threshold for absorbing divinity is the realm of legends.

At least, if a strong person who is not at the legendary level, even if it is this kind of soul impact at the beginning, it will be difficult to carry it.

"God...... I pray that you will protect the barbarians!" "Let the barbarians be the strongest race!" "Please protect the barbarians' survival ......" "I want to eat meat, eat meat every day......"

Many chaotic thoughts came to Leylin's mind, which could literally drive a normal person crazy.

Even if it is a legendary powerhouse, it is very likely that absorbing this chaotic soul energy will turn into a neurotic disorder of memory splitting.

However, Lei Lin has a chip anyway, and he has long had experience in this kind of thing, and his own soul origin is a semi-seventh-level existence, so he still supports it.

"Hiss ......"

"I am the Serpent of the Endless World!Lord Devouring All Things!" The phantom of the Targaryen Winged Serpent emerged from Thunderlin's pupils, and the faint devouring power formed a vortex, devouring all the chaotic soul origins in one fell swoop.

Subsequently, the transformed power continued to pour into Lei Lin's sea of consciousness.

The reminder of the chip also sounded at this time: [Ding! The main body has ingested a large amount of energy, and it is judged to be the soul origin essence!

A large amount of cold air seemed to all converge into Lei Lin's mind, causing his spirit to run at a rapid speed.

【Ding!The main body absorbs soul energy!Spirit +1!】

The countless years of accumulation of the barbarian tribe all cheapened Thunderlin, and finally gave him a little more spiritual value.

"I feel that my spiritual power has increased by half, and after the fifteenth level, every increase in attribute data is terrifying!"

Leylin looked at his hands and muttered.

And the hint of the chip is still continuing: [Ding! The main body's spiritual power has broken through, and he has been promoted to a sixteenth-level arcanist!]

At this time, his ontology data was also refreshed once:

[Raylin?FaoranAge: Twenty-two Race: Human Level 16 ArcanistStrength: 13Agility: 11Constitution: 12Spirit: 16Ability: 160Status: HealthTalent: Strong, Erudite, Beginner Perfect BodyExpertise: Arcane Energy Sense, Arcane Amplification]

[Magic Net Analysis Progress: Level 0 Magic Net 100%!Level 1 Magic Net 100%!Level 2 Magic Net 100%!Level 3 Magic Net 100%!Level 4 Magic Net 100%!Level 5 Magic Net 67.35%!Level 6 Magic Net 41.91%!Level 7 Magic Net 22.33%!]

[Possession of spell slots: level 7 spell slot (2), level 6 spell slot (5), level 5 spell slot (7), level 4 spell slot (???), level 3 spell slot (???), level 2 spell slot (???), level 1 spell slot (???), level zero spell slot (???)]

In addition to the growth of mental and soul power, the promotion of an arcane master must also have an understanding and sense of arcane energy.

However, with the sorcery attainments of Leylin's body, this understanding has long exceeded that of a large number of [Legendary Arcanists], so there is no bottleneck at all.

As long as there is a breakthrough in spiritual power, it can lead to the promotion of the Arcanist rank.

"The barbarian tribe doesn't have a condensed divinity here, but only a part of the soul power mixed with the power of faith, can I be promoted to the next level? maybe, I can also find something in this area after that......"

The power of faith, in Lei Lin's view, is the power of emotions and the power of the soul.

Since there is no bottleneck in his promotion, he only needs a huge amount of energy, and he has the ability to devour, as long as the conditions are sufficient, he can be promoted quickly.

And in the open seas, and even in various parts of the continent, as long as there is a place of savage worship, it is very likely that this kind of spirit-like power will be generated.

For Leylin, this is also a shortcut to improvement.

Of course, if the altar of divinity was truly condensed, Lei Lin would not dare to devour it.

Otherwise, once the nature of oneself changes, it is no joke.

For example, if you want him to be the patron saint of the barbarians, it is even more sad than killing him. (To be continued.) )