Although Zhang Lisheng's words are understated, the meaning of them makes people shudder when they think about it carefully.

These words made Alison's footsteps even heavier, but unfortunately after entering the jungle, it was not far from the extinct Dardanian tribe, otherwise those natives would not have been able to live a life of fishing and hunting, even if the beautiful black female officer lacked steps, she soon saw the cruel face of the 'ritual of conquest' in the Hell civilization.

'Dardania' was built around a huge pool of clear water, and the originally neatly laid out campsite is now full of collapsed and burning treehouses.

The Dardanians, who had just been wiped out, laid down their weapons and stood blankly by the water source they had relied on for their survival, stunned by a totem pole that had broken from its roots and collapsed on the woodland.

Next to the stone pillar is a pit of soil with moist marks of freshly excavated soil, which is clearly just dug up.

The diameter of the pit was hundreds of meters, and the depth was more than ten meters, and the bottom of the pit was completely covered with pools of blood and corpses, and some of the severed heads were thrown at the edge of the pit like leather balls, and they looked up at the sky with their eyes wide open and grinning unyieldingly.

Not far from the heads, in the neat and tidy woodland, there was a corpse of an indigenous person with a completely different treatment, and a pure body without even a trace of mud, which was the Wuli warrior who died in the battle of conquest.

As an intelligence officer born in a military family, he served in the Middle East in the early days of joining the army, and later stationed with the army on the islands of the 'otherworldly realm'. Alison has a very high psychological quality, but witnessing this hellish scene still makes her legs tremble, and she can barely support her body.

The slaughter continued, and hundreds of warriors riding on huge spiders pierced the shoulders of a certain Dedanian captive from time to time with spears, lifting him high and throwing him into the mud pit.

"But, can I lend you a shoulder for a hand, Mr. Lisheng?" The spirit was already tense to the limit, but what was left of reason told the black female officer that it was never a good time to show her sense of justice. She closed her eyes. As if he couldn't breathe air, he gasped for a while, felt a little calmer, slowly twisted to Zhang Lisheng's side, held the young man's shoulder, and asked in a dry voice.

"Absolutely. Zhang Lisheng smiled and said, "I'm happy to serve you." Lieutenant Alison. ”

"Thank you, Dr. Xie. Oh, you don't seem too afraid of this carnage?"

"I'm scared, ha. If you're a biologist who takes pleasure in dissecting all sorts of animal carcasses on the bench, you won't be afraid, and besides, it's not a massacre, all the dead die voluntarily. ”

"What," said the female officer in astonishment, "the dead were all killed of their own free will?"

"Oh, Lieutenant Alison seems to have robbed you of your keen observation," Zhang Lisheng said with a smile, "Let's see if those Wuli warriors will say a few words briefly before picking up the natives, that is, asking the surrendered Dardanians if they are willing to abandon the extinct tribe and convert to become a member of the Wuli tribe."

If you are willing to take refuge, everything will be fine, and if you are not willing to take refuge, you will have to be beheaded. ”

"I see. Alison nodded, not saying anything stupid about the Dadanians who didn't lie, she had heard and witnessed too many bomb explosions in the Middle East, and knew how terrible the brainwashing power of the Taoist religion was.

As the two spoke, the purge was nearing its end, and the Wuli began to drive the converted Dardanians into pushing their former totem poles into the pool of blood.

"Doctor, Sweetman wants to take a look at the tribal history of 'Dartania' before destroying it, I wonder if it's okay?" Zhang Lisheng was looking at it with relish, and suddenly Someryl quietly walked up to Zhang Lisheng and asked.

"The next time Ms. Someril has such a request, please speak early, and the ceremony will not be interrupted. ”

"I'm sorry I didn't think it through, but can I do it next time?"

"I'll talk to the samurai leader who commands the army, and it shouldn't be a big problem. The young man thought for a moment and replied, and as soon as he finished speaking, a strange sound suddenly sounded in his ears, it turned out that the surrendered Dardanians had thrown their former 'symbol of faith' into the muddy pool of blood.

The stone pillar entered the pool, and then a leader of the Wuli warriors with four feathers on his head threw the heavy and huge 'annals' of the Dadanian tribe into the pool of blood, and suddenly a terrible wail suddenly sounded, and billowing black smoke came out of the totem pole and the tribal annals.

The smoke rose ethereally into the air, fluttering and tilting to the side, carefully wiping off the blood stains with clean water, and the naked corpses of Wuli warriors.

In the pale sunlight of early spring, the black smoke gradually corroded and turned the corpses of all the Wuli war dead into thick, and in the open air, the liquid skin soon naturally solidified into a small yellow and blue stone pillar only two or three meters high.

After the totem pole successfully condensed, the Wuli warrior riding the giant spider immediately began to wield his weapon, loudly ordering the defeated alien fire people to come forward and bow down, and as more and more people knelt down, the stone pillar began to grow slowly.

Looking at the Wu Li totem, which was growing little by little, Zhang Lisheng, who had not felt the circulation of 'divine power' in his body for a few days, flashed a happy smile on his face.

At the same time, the warriors of Wuli suddenly felt the protection of the gods return to their bodies, and the newly converted Dardanians also clearly felt that they had become different from before, and when they stood up from the mud in amazement, their spirits were greatly energized and their bodies became more powerful and flexible, they couldn't help but let out a cry of amazement.

At this moment, the attitude of the Wuli warriors towards these converts has changed completely from what they had just been, even if the scene is a little chaotic, they just watch everything silently, without the slightest sign of anger, they understand that their mission is temporarily over, and the next time is the time for the carefully selected tribal separatist 'heads' to perform.

The orderly division of labor made the conquest of 'Wu Li' extremely efficient, and the divine protection that Zhang Lisheng could provide to the war after becoming a true 'earth god' made this efficiency even more durable.

After more than a month of arduous battles, although it could only be used vaguely, the young man's understanding of the 'divine power' he mastered was completely different from before.

First of all, he discovered that the range of 'divine powers' he could possess before occupying a certain Hell Island was closely related to the size and height of the totem poles.

For example, when he conquered the first Dadanian tribe on Scorpion Island, he found that the divine power in his body began to disappear two or three kilometers after leaving the chimney-like totem pole, and now when the division of troops occupied about half of the island, the young man already faintly felt that the scope of his divine power had covered the entire island.

Secondly, Zhang Lisheng found that when he exerted his divine powers, he could not only use soil and water as a medium to give his followers gains such as strength, courage, endurance, and tenacity, but also use soil and water to shape powerful creatures at will.

It's a pity that the use of this ability is somewhat more than worth the loss on the battlefield, this is because the young man also found that he needs to consume faith power when he uses divine power, and the more faith power is consumed, the more obvious the effect of divine power will be.

And the amount of faith power required to create a short-lived and uncontrollable clay creature is about the same as the consumption of supporting forty or fifty thousand Wuli warriors to fight a hearty battle under the 'Divine Power Gain', which is of course not advisable.

When he first learned about the relationship between 'divine power' and 'faith power', Zhang Lisheng once regretted it very much, and felt that he shouldn't give all Wuli people three long-term benefits for no reason, but later he realized that the essence of these two is sheep and wool.

Giving their own divine power to believers is like feeding sheep, and their faith in themselves is like wool collected from sheep, as long as they are fed in moderation, there is only good and no harm.

In fact, since the youth gave the believers a long-term gain, the devotion of the Wuli people has indeed increased a lot, and there are more and more fanatical believers.

After more than thirty days of frenzied plundering of the territory, the Wuli people finally temporarily halted their conquest, and at this time, the long tail and more than a third of the body of the huge scorpion entrenched in the Hell Sea had become their hunting ground.

At the front of the battle line, in a huge hot spring cave of a newly captured alien tribe.

Zhang Lisheng soaked in the hot water, stretching his body comfortably, and beside the hot spring, hundreds of Wu Li's 'Four Feather Samurai Leaders' respectfully prostrate their heads against the slippery ground.

"Two hundred and thirty-five thousand seven hundred and fifty-one dead and wounded is an acceptable number," grabbed a handful of wild fruits from the wooden tray floating in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth, Wu Li's earth god said with a satisfied expression, "Although the casualty ratio is higher than the last conquest, Scorpion Island is the third largest island in the Hell Sea after all.

It is impossible for us to occupy such a large island by surprise of the enemy, and the more we reach the end of the war, the greater the obstacles we will encounter. ”

"Your wisdom is enough to illuminate the entire starry sky, Great You," a short native in the front row of the kneeling warrior leader did not raise his head and maintained a posture of throwing his body to the ground respectfully, "Nearly forty percent of the dead warriors under my command have only lost their brains in the last few battles, and there are no less than 200,000 people in the Scorpion Island tribe encountered these days." (To be continued......)