The native warrior who beheaded himself under the totem pole was the first Dulalu in the southern Tude tribe to successfully receive Zhang Lisheng's 'Jindan fragment' transplantation.

In just over a year after gaining the power of casting, this ordinary indigenous warrior rose like a whirlwind of martial prowess and piety under the favor of the tribal attackers, and became one of the twenty 'four-feathered warrior leaders' whose status was second only to the head man of 'Tudnan'.

It is precisely because of this luck that Dulalu became Zhang Lisheng's first 'fanatic' in the battle to conquer 'Kaqilu' in the southern part of Tud.

At that time, this devout believer had already made a vow to sacrifice his life after 'Tudnan' conquered the entire island, so that the tribe and the 'shrimp B1 Island' would be renamed 'Zhang Lisheng', so that his living faith could smoothly take the most crucial step to become the 'island god' of the highest position of the guardian spirits of the Hellpeople.

When the time came, he really mustered up the courage to give his life without hesitation.

This kind of pious belief is undoubtedly singable and weeping, but Zhang Lisheng did not know about the twists and turns of Dulalu's psychological journey, and what the young man saw was that one of his most important Tudenan warrior leaders inexplicably said that he would change his name to 'Tudnan' and the shrimp No. 2 World Realm.

Then he knelt at his feet, kissed the instep of his foot, and suddenly ran under the totem pole and cut off his head.

"Tugla, am I dazzled, it's just inexplicable, Duralu suddenly cut off his head for something, he's crazy..." Zhang Lisheng said with wide eyes.

Just as he was asking, suddenly two more native warrior leaders with feathers on their heads not far away got up from the dirt, their ugly faces full of wrinkles and red respectfully walked up to Zhang Lisheng, kissed the footprints he had just stepped on, and said in unison: "Great attacker, you are the only master of the tribe and the source of glory!"

And hereby your pious servant Hatus (Mandoli) wishes to pray to the gods of the heavens that 'Tudenan' will be changed to 'Zhang Lisheng', and call the island at your feet by this name..."

With that, the two young samurai leaders got up from the dirt and came to the totem pole, kneeling on the ground like Duraru, their necks elongated. He drew his sword from his waist and decapitated his head with his backhand.

Victims appeared one after another. Zhang Lisheng realized that things were not so simple this time, and asked the tribe leader in a low voice, "It's really strange to change the name of the tribe to mine, Tugla." Is this a traditional ritual of the Hellburners?"

"Yes, great raider. "The Tudnantou man was prostrate on the ground. Hiding his head deep in the dirt, he replied, "This is the rarest of the traditional rituals of Hell and can only be made by the clan warrior chieftain. The way to do it with the head is to pray to the heavens as you can see, cut off your own heads, and pray to the heavens with blood and soul for the tribe's 'rebirth'..."

Tughra used euphemistic words, but Zhang Lisheng savored it for a while and suddenly realized that the bloody ritual in front of him was basically the process of the Hell Tribe's forcible self-defeat.

After thinking about it, the young man saw that there were already more and more tribal warrior leaders who had kissed his footprints and cut off their own brains under the totem pole after kissing his footprints.

And the dozen or so heads rolling messily in the pool of blood didn't seem to have any effect on the totem pole, and he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Tugla, how many clan warrior leaders would have to die to complete this so-called 'rebirth' ritual." ”

"Great Raider, this ritual is the only ritual in the Hell tradition in which mortals ascend to heaven and not to the gods of the tribe.

It is impossible to guess whether it will be favored by the heavens. Tughra felt his neck tingle cold, and he hated Dularu for causing the trouble, but he replied respectfully and meekly on the surface.

When Zhang Lisheng heard these words, he muttered to himself with a strange expression: "This practice is not so much a 'prayer' as a soft threat with life and blood.

If I were 'Heaven', would it be worth it to not bow to the will of mortals and make such a sacrifice to gamble on an unknown outcome, even if I watched the death of thousands of samurai leaders..."

Tughra swallowed and spitted at the mouth, was silent for a while, and finally summoned up the courage to finally tell the truth, and whispered in a deep voice: "Great Attacker, according to your exploits to the southern Tud tribe, you should have been given a higher title of 'conqueror' a long time ago, but now that the grace of heaven has not descended for a long time, allowing the tribe to be 'reborn' may be the only solution."

This kind of 'rebirth' ritual is different from sacrifice, even the soul has to be sacrificed voluntarily, and it must be carried out by the leader and head of the samurai of the noble clan, and it only appears in legends, all of which I have not mentioned before, and now that it has appeared, it is worth the gamble no matter how big the price is. ”

"Is it Tugla, well, I will never force you to cut off your own head based on your words," Zhang Lisheng thought about it carefully after being stunned for a moment, sighed and said: "Then let's wait patiently for this gamble to win or lose..."

Hearing the young man's words, Tugla's tense body relaxed and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still explained uneasily: "Great attacker, the key to the 'rebirth' ritual of the tribe is to voluntarily sacrifice the soul;

The second is that the 'posture' of the ritual prayer is correct, and you must cut off your own head with a single sword, and even if someone like me is sacrificed under the totem pole, it will not be of the slightest use. ”

"Is it?" Zhang Lisheng said casually, and while the Tudenan raiders and clan leaders were whispering, more than twenty more Turen warrior leaders sacrificed their souls and lives.

These powerful warriors are all super infernoes who have successfully transplanted the 'Jindan Fragment', and there are only a few more than 2,000 Tudnan people with a population of one million, and the increasing sacrifice makes Zhang Lisheng's mouth hard, but he can't help but feel a little frightened in his heart.

Fortunately, because this night was the day when the southern Tude tribe had digested all the fruits of victory and was on the right track after occupying the entire island of 'Shrimp B1', when there were no foreign enemies on the island, all the tribal warrior leaders gathered in the 'ancestral land' to revel, and they were able to cope with this sacrifice with the largest base.

Time passed slowly, and under the bewitchment of the dazzling river of blood, which looked bright red in the light of the firelight, and the crazy atmosphere of the clansmen, who were gradually hoarse but still desperately roaring and praising them, the original eight points of loyalty in the hearts of the warrior leaders also became ten points for a while, and more and more super infernoes died under the totem pole.

Fifty, one hundred, one hundred and fifty, two hundred...

The deaths gradually increased to the point of numbness, and after more than three hundred Super Hell Man's brains fell to the ground, Zhang Lisheng said with stiff teeth, "Tugla, nearly half of the tribe's mana power has been inexplicably consumed, I hope this sacrifice is really worth it..."

Tugla, who was kneeling at the feet of the young man, was soaked in blood, and secretly looked at the mountains of corpses under the totem pole that towered into the clouds thirty or forty meters away, his face gradually turned pale, and he said in despair: "Great Attacker, Heaven loves the Hellman, he will listen to the prayers of the mighty Hellwarrior with life and soul, yes, yes..."

The words of the tribal leader made Zhang Lisheng's heart move, the Hell tribe was able to inherit it for tens of thousands of years, and occupied a rich island chain with a land area of more than 10 million square kilometers as a place to live, from the perspective of civilization, it was indeed very lucky.

If there really is an otherworldly 'master' in the 'Shrimp II World' realm, then it is not an exaggeration to say that the people of Hell are under the care of this 'master'.

If nothing else, the fact that every few decades, the Inferno Islands descend on the Imperial Slurry, giving birth to thousands of spirits to act as their guardians.

"Heaven loves the Hellman..."The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, Zhang Lisheng muttered, "If you think about it, Heaven really loves you Tugla.

Could it be that the spirits, the totem poles of the tribes, and the annals of the tribes are all arranged by some 'powerful being' with unfathomable power, and the key is that the spirits, without those strange creatures, the Hellmen would probably not be able to become the rulers of the archipelago under any circumstances.

Spirits, spirits... The spirits are willing to protect the people of hell, and what they covet is nothing more than the power of faith, the power of faith..."

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't find any connection between the spirit and the power of faith and the master of the 'otherworldly realm', the young man rubbed his brows and stopped thinking about it, and then thought that the purpose of his overnight rush back to 'Tudnan' was to try to use the method of the 'witch' Dao sacrifice sect to make use of the faith power of the Hellpeople.

After the door of death becomes a witch, the first thing to refine is to help the witch worm, and then the witch worm is incorporated into the body to incarnate, and the return to the dead is reborn into the great witch, and the power is always contained in the flesh and blood;

The sacrificial door was originally to condense the soul, strengthen the consciousness to swallow the beast soul with the soul of the witch himself, and to incarnate the beast with mysterious magic, and then choose a certain ancestral witch and ancient god to worship, and after communicating the underworld, the god entered the body to obtain the power of the god to be worshipped, and the magic power obtained from cultivation was run in the soul.

One of the two pursues the surging power in the flesh and blood, and the other pursues the vast power in the soul, which are basically two systems, just got the secret method of the sacrifice door in Huaguo, Li Sheng found that his power of the Nine Witches of the Death Gate and the inheritance of the sacrifice door could not be 'reconciled' at all, but at that time, he was limited by the environment and he did not really sink down to study, then he thought about it, and couldn't help but sink into a long thought.

And just as the tribal attackers were thinking wildly, small cracks began to appear on the tribal totem poles soaked in the blood of four or five hundred 'Tudnan' powerhouses. (To be continued......)

PS: The first watch is presented, and the second watch is going to be early in the morning