There was a scream at the scene, and the women leading the way in front of them screamed and ran away.

The two-headed giant was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, reaping life wantonly, and in the blink of an eye his clothes were stained with blood.

These two people are naturally Sige and the two-headed monster who are heading all the way to the royal court.

Since it is to enter the royal capital, it naturally needs a legal identity. They want to try not to cause too much trouble.

And Sigger's plan was straightforward and brutal.

Capture a chief directly, and then control him into the royal court. Then find an opportunity to control the entire royal court and do things for yourself.

One after another, the flesh and blood were directly pinched and exploded by the two-headed giant, and the scene instantly became a flesh and blood purgatory.

"Stop him!!" the young chief's palanquin had fallen to the ground, and he crawled out of it, and retreated with fear on his face.

Hearing this order, many totemic warriors immediately surrounded Sigur and them.

I saw that these totemic warriors began to glow with cyan light all over their bodies, which was the tattoo on their body shining.

The tattoos on their bodies began to twist and bend on the surface of their skin, as if they had come to life.

"Ancestral God again, please bless your believers. "These totemic warriors roared one by one.

At the same time, the dirt on the ground seemed to come to life, and began to spread down their legs and feet.

Soon, more and more dirt adhered to the totemic warriors, eventually enveloping them into tall and mighty clay giants.

At the heart of these giants are the totemic warriors within, and when they take a step, the ground thumps.

Most of the clay giants rushed straight towards the two-headed monster, while a few of them outflanked Sigurd.

Perhaps in their eyes, the huge and tyrannical two-headed monster in front of them is their greatest threat. And the thin young man with only a musket was not to worry.

A giant with an earthy yellow dirt on its perimeter was running towards Sigurd.

The man was three meters tall, and the clay around him was like a thick piece of armor that hid him inside. The man ran along, and a lot of dirt kept falling from his body, and the ground thumped as he trampled on it.

As he got closer and closer, the man let out a roar and raised a fist the size of a millstone, which was smashed towards Sigurg.

"Is this the power of the totem?" Sieg didn't move, he was observing the mysterious power of this world.

Just now, those totem warriors activated the tattooed totems on their bodies, causing the earth elemental to be restless, directly enveloping them into a giant clay giant.

He saw this scene in his eyes.

"This method of relying on tattoo totems to induce mystical powers is a bit crude. After reading it, Sieg couldn't help but be a little disappointed by the mysterious power of this world.

The source of the strength of these totem warriors actually comes from the tattoos on their skins. And depending on the situation, these totem tattoos are still born and cannot be changed.

In other words, these totemic warriors have been stereotyped from birth, and there is no room for improvement.

In the blink of a few thoughts, the clay giant's fist was already approaching in front of him, with a fierce fist wind, which made Sig's eyes a little unable to open.

Rumble.

A punch slammed into the ground, creating a small deep pit.

The imaginary image of being smashed into pulp did not appear, and the clay giant stood on the spot with some hesitation for a moment.

He hadn't seen how the young man had disappeared?!

Rorululu.

The Clay Giant twisted the dirt head, turned backwards one hundred and eighty degrees, and ......

He saw the young man standing behind him at this moment, looking at him with a gloomy face.

It was the last thing he could see.

Bang.

Another gunshot rang out, and the massive force of the impact directly smashed the clay giant's head to smithereens.

The earth splashed all over the sky, and the head of the five-meter-tall clay giant burst directly, turning into a rain of dirt and falling down. And its massive body fell backwards.

Rumble.

The huge clay body shattered like porcelain at this moment.

The clay giant now split into countless fragments, revealing a man in animal skin at the very core.

This man was the totem warrior who was manipulating the clay giant, but at this moment he was lifeless, and his eyes were round and hollow.

"That's a good shot. Sig blew the muzzle of the gun, and he still had a lot of bullets in his storage space, which saved him a lot of effort.

The battle on Sig's side is over, and the battle on the two-headed monster's side is also nearing its end.

The two-headed giant was a first-level powerhouse, and in the face of the siege of a group of zero-level totem giants, he slapped all these people into pulp in three or two strokes.

Soon, silence fell into the woods again, except for Sigur, the Two-Headed Man, and the shivering young chief.

At this moment, the forest was full of severed limbs and corpses, and blood was flowing everywhere. Pools of meat mud stick to the ground, forming pieces of meatloaf.

That's what happens to the rest.

The young chief was leaning against a huge ancient tree covered with moss at this moment, his body was covered with blood, and his body trembled and said, "You ...... Who are you?"

Sig put away the pistol, then slowly walked in front of the other party, and said with a smile: "The two of us are just passing by here, and we saw that you had such a big show, so we came over to ask you to borrow something." ”

"Borrow...... Borrow something?" said the young chief, gasping for breath.

"Your little life. Sieg grinned and smiled.

The next moment, a stream of blood splattered out, instantly merging into the young chief's body.

Bloodline infected!

The bloodline infection of the feathered serpent only has the effect of interfering with the powerhouses of the same level. But for creatures that are lower than themselves, they can effectively control the other party and make them their own puppets.

Of course, the number of puppets that can be controlled in this way is limited, and it is impossible to give you unlimited control.

Now, Sieg has succeeded in infecting the young chieftain and turning him into his puppet.

The young chieftain with the black crown on his head gradually changed his facial expression from fear to calm and then to sluggishness. In the end, he becomes a puppet who is completely subordinate to Sig.

"Say who you are. It was only here that Sigur began to inquire about the man's origins.

......

It was a long time before Sieg and the two-headed monster left with the lifeless puppet.

During the questioning just now, they learned that the young chief was from a place called the [Flying Tiger Tribe]. This tribe is a medium tribe on this wild continent, numbering tens of thousands.

The strongest of their tribe was a quasi-first-class totem warrior, the one who was shot in the head by Sieg in the first place.

In a few days there is the annual festival, when the leaders of the various tribes go to the royal court to participate in the ceremony.

And the supreme leader of the royal court is called the high priest, who is a first-class powerhouse. Since the death of the previous high priest, he has been in office for less than five years, and he is still very young.

But Rao is like this, no tribe on the wild continent dares to disobey the orders of the high priest.

Because in the civilization of this continent, the high priest is the spokesman of the ancestral god in the world, his words are the embodiment of the will of the ancestral god, and his orders are the orders of the ancestral gods. Anyone who dared to disobey his orders was tantamount to disobeying the will of the ancestral gods.

"This high priest is a bit like the head of some **** civilization. Sigurt rode through the woods and began to think.

The High Priest not only wields absolute secular power, but is also the common master of all totemic warriors. He is the common leader of all the tribes of the wilderness, and he is also the embodiment of the will of the ancestral gods in the human world.

With the combination of political and religious powers, he can be said to be the most powerful man in the world.

"That's him!" a glint appeared in Sigger's eyes, and he immediately had a preliminary conclusion.

In this way, two visitors from another world, escorting a tribal chief who had become a puppet, marched towards the royal court.