Genius 3 seconds to remember the website of this site [Pen Maze Pavilion.] "What I want you to do is to use your body as a carrier to carry the soul of the ancestors to come to this world again, only in this way can we barbarians sweep away all the difficulties in front of us and reproduce the glory that the ancestors once created." ”

Standing in front of the altar, Tanan looked Amari in the eye, and the latter did not hesitate or fear when he heard that he was going to sacrifice his life to carry the spirit of the ancestors, but a frenzied light that had never been seen before lit up in his eyes.

"Would you like to?"

Although he had already seen the answer from the other party's eyes, Tanan still asked again, fanatical belief is conducive to the fusion of the ancestors' souls, not to mention that they have already come here, even if Amari is unwilling, it is too late.

"Even though I die, I will die!"

The young savage replied loudly with his head held high, his trembling voice filled with fanaticism for mission and yearning for glory.

"Very well, go up. ”

Tanan nodded, he seemed to feel a little relieved for the first time in such a long period of exhaustion, and there was a little warm light in those endless vicissitudes of life.

"Your Majesty, before I go up, there is one last question for you to ask you to answer, which ancestor soul will I carry?"

Amari looked at Tanan with hot eyes, and even his skin trembled slightly at the glory that was coming.

"The founder of the Barbarian Empire, the hero of six hundred years ago, Khurbot Jag. ”

At the sound of the name, Amari's breath became short, and the name of Jagg was synonymous with supreme glory for barbarians, even among their ancestors.

The Eastern Crusade Mage Empire fought against the swamp tribes in the west, the elven dwarves of Bailders in the south rejected the huge Terran dynasty in the north, and single-handedly created a huge barbarian empire spanning the current four kingdoms.

"The names of the ancestors and His Majesty will be glorious for all eternity, and the barbarian empire will be immortal!"

Amari slammed his fist into his chest, then walked up the altar without looking back.

As Amari's trembling body stood in the ancient magic circle above the altar, Tanan nodded softly into the darkness, and dozens of figures dressed in shamanic costumes appeared at the foot of the altar.

They uttered obscure ancient chants as they sliced their bodies with sharp blades, and then walked towards the altar at the same time to receive the Ancestors' arrival, not only was it enough to have a proper body, but Tanan also had to pay a heavy price for the Temple, and these dozens of shamans who were tribal elders were just one of them.

Dozens of shamans had reached the top of the staircase, but as if to conform to the rules of some ancient ritual, they all knelt down on the last step and did not set foot on the altar, and the ancient requiem song they sang suddenly rose in a state of excitement.

As if in response to this atmosphere, every time those obscure syllables collided on the stone walls around the square and returned to the top of the altar, the speed of the blood gushing out of their bodies suddenly increased by a few moments, and in just a few moments, the towering steps in all directions were almost soaked with dark red blood.

The whole altar lit up.

It seemed that some indescribable will looked at this place from another dimension, and then a footprint appeared out of thin air and began to climb up the path of Amari's altar, and with each step, the crimson blood was absorbed by it, like a vampire trapped in the abyss for thousands of years finally saw the light of day, and a whole river of blood could not comfort its hunger.

The two footprints had climbed up about a third of the distance, and the blood that had gathered around the altar had dried up, and Amari was standing in the center of the altar with empty eyes, and there was no soul brilliance in the eyes that were only whites of his eyes and no pupils.

At this moment, several loud roars suddenly came from the darkness, and then three small mountains of black shadows were driven to the altar, and it was none other than the Beamon Behemoth, the strongest creature in the barbarian army.

Yes, creatures, because none of them have yet been transformed into ghosts.

However, Tanan didn't even look at the three-headed beast, and at a glance, the strange two-handed sword reappeared in his hand.

I saw that his feet exerted a slight force, and the whole person jumped up on the spot, and then waved the sword in both hands and waved it violently, and the sudden explosion of golden fighting qi even lit up the entire underground square, and when the blazing light like the sun gradually dissipated, only a slowly collapsed five-headed Beamon corpse was left on the steps, and a large amount of blood poured up the dark steps like a flood that broke the gate, and in the violent collision of blood torrents, the two footprints began to slowly walk upwards again.

The altar was tens of meters high, but the two footprints walked extremely slowly with a lot of blood at every step, and it was not until Tanan slew the third Beamon beast that they finally stepped on the top of the altar, and the ancient and obscure witch spells beneath him had long since ceased, and dozens of great shamans had been reduced to mummified corpses.

Not only has the blood been drained, but the vitality contained in the essence, energy, and muscles, including the bones and muscles, has also been absorbed.

When the two bloody footprints appeared under Amari's body, his body was already floating in the air, and a little bit of blood light converged on his body from all directions, and at the same time, layers of black impurities were also expelled through his pores and bones, and it looked like the bloody footprints were expelling the dark wounds and scabies in his body for him, so that they could merge into this body more smoothly.

Tanan watched the whole time without saying a word, until the bloody footprints were completely gone on the altar and Amari suddenly let out a painful roar that he looked into the darkness again, and then dozens of barbarians dressed as shamans quickly walked out of the darkness and began to climb up the altar again, following the path taken by their ancestors.

Drops of blood converged into a meandering trickle on the dark steps as they walked, and the ancient chantings that had been interrupted reverberated in the underground plaza again, but the tone of the shamans was obviously much more jerky than the previous ones, but the young faces were more frenzied than the old shamans.

Lines of blood light drilled in and out of Amari's body like life, and in the process, his body rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, the original Amari was already strong enough, and after the surging blood and qi penetrated many times, the muscles became as hard as rocks, and strong green tendons like earthworms began to appear on the surface of the bronzed skin, and at the same time, a large strange totem pattern began to form in his chest.

At the beginning, there were only jackals and tigers, and later all kinds of magical beasts, from monitor lizards to flying dragons to dragons to Beamon behemoths, the formation process of Amari's totems is like the vast history of barbarians, and each picture is a testimony to the growth and growth of this race, until his body has grown nearly half the height again, and the surface of his skin can no longer contain any patterns, and the eyes that have been closed all the time finally opened, and the open throat let out a roar like from ancient times.

At this time, even the successor shamans were dead, and only one of the living people still standing in the entire underground square was Tanan.

"Smack. ”

The pair of thick soles of their feet landed on the altar, and the eyes of the two leaders, who were six hundred years apart, finally met fiercely in the air.

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