The morning breeze that swept through the treetops dried the wet wings of the winged serpent and swarmed him around him, giving him the power to soar into the sky again.

The generous gift from the dark god Teskatlipoca contained a fierce snake nature, penetrating into the body of the winged snake, Ye Zhiqiu did not have any resistance, and let it easily take root and sprout, on the edge of the seven-colored rainbow, plated with a layer of faint darkness.

Crazy, bloodthirsty, cruel, ferocious, treacherous, and conspiracy, he is the embodiment of the dark side of this world, the only god who has broken free from the shackles of the faith of the city-state and roamed the desert land, feared and revered by all gods and humans. In a way, Texcatlipoca can transcend time even if he doesn't have the supreme artifact Smoke Mirror, watching the rise and fall of the world with a bird's-eye view. ”

If the winged snake really returns, it must have no power to resist, but after all, Ye Zhiqiu is the power of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and the accomplished Heavenly Court Emperor, although he only has a little insignificant essence now, can still transfer this depraved seed, the poisonous snake nature, to the snake's fangs outside the vision of the dark god Tezcatlipoca, and transform it into a powerful weapon.

Ye Zhiqiu clasped his fingers and calculated carefully, the body of the winged snake had both the snake nature of the incarnation of the extraterritorial demon god, Wrath Manna Zun, molting and rebirth. There are also poisonous fangs given by the dark god Terscatlipoca, coupled with the ability of the winged serpent itself to summon wind and rain, and a faint hint of sun divinity, which is enough to lay the foundation of immortality and the initial stepping stone to transform into a true god.

The first thing to do is to have your own city-state and open up the soil of faith. Although the land was barren at the beginning and could not be harvested much, it was certain that over time it would accumulate a rich and fertile soil.

Killing totems or gods and seizing a prosperous city-state is obviously the fastest and easiest way, but Ye Zhiqiu knows this very well, unless all the royal families and nobles with divine blood or divine grace are eradicated, and the priest class is uprooted, even if he succeeds in occupying the city-state, he will face endless troubles in the future.

Those who have lost all vested interests are the most determined rebels, who will not succumb to the might of the totem, and will set off a series of rebellions, but they occupy the upper echelons of the city-state, and it will be difficult for those below to confront them.

To build a city-state from scratch, a city-state that completely belongs to oneself, although it will take a lot of time and energy, but this move is better than purity, from the inside to the outside full of Ye Zhiqiu's brand, completely belonging to the totem "winged snake" of the city-state, will thus lay the real foundation.

In addition, a newborn totem beast can also dispel the suspicions of some gods to some extent, after all, the origin of the winged snake itself can be traced upstream to the fourth era, or even the second era even earlier.

Like the Aztec kingdoms in the northern desert valleys, the city-states of the rainforest are under pressure from the explosion of population. The land reclaimed by burning the wasteland cannot support too many people. The growing food shortage has caused a crisis within the city-state.

Before the quality of ordinary people cannot reach the realm of transcendent sainthood, this proverb can really be said to be applicable everywhere.

The rainforest city-states had long realized that the rapid increase in population would sooner or later lead to a food crisis, and used power and force to concentrate all food and distribute it according to the inhabitants of the city-state, and the most miserable were always slaves, whose status was equal to that of livestock, but higher than that of chickens and ducks.

Commoners without any special qualities receive daily rations that are absolutely incomparable to the royal family and nobles with divine blood, and even with priests with divine grace.

The vast majority of the inhabitants of the city-state will swallow this breath for a while, but the discontent will continue to accumulate, and the anger of the people will be like an undercurrent, and once it reaches a certain tipping point, it will erupt into a great rebellion that destroys everything.

As a result, some immature and sophisticated city-states often experience more than one bloody lesson before they can learn how to deal with or even solve the crisis caused by the rapid population growth.

Blood sacrifices, especially large-scale blood sacrifices, can alleviate the food crisis of the city-state to some extent, and even please the totems and even gods worshiped by the city-state.

However, this is a palliative rather than a cure, and the really clever way is for the upper echelons of the ruling class to encourage the people to go out and build new city-states from scratch in unfamiliar areas far from the original city-states.

At first, it was just a humble settlement, but once it gained a foothold, it was possible to gradually move in the population, including people with special skills, such as stonemasons, masons, carpenters, etc., to improve the ruling system of the city-state.

At that time, a satellite town within the radius circle of civilization, the embryonic city-state, will be successfully established, and at the right time, the mother body will be fed back. In particular, the delivery of qualified fighters for internal repression and external warfare. The second is the indispensable food, after all, the royal family, the nobles and the priests are keen on the fine wine made from the grain, and often in the name of worship, they consume a large amount of grain to make all kinds of sweet liquor.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have much interest in the seeds that the rainforest city-state system had sown widely, after all, their bodies were branded with totems and gods from the inside out, and the only ones who were really valuable were the exiles and fugitives who turned their backs on the city-states.

They struggled to survive in the wilderness, and were regarded as traitors and enemies by the ruling class of all city-states, and when they found out, they did not even need to be captured alive, and executed the prey they killed as soon as they were discovered, and from this gave rise to a new profession, the Jungle Headhunter.

Fortunately, there was a settlement of outcasts and fugitives near Jianjiao Mountain, and the number of people did not exceed 100. If there are too many people, the birds and animals in the vicinity will suffer, and they will be consumed by the predation of this wild settlement, and sooner or later they will attract the attention of the jungle headhunters.

Ye Zhiqiu, in the form of a totem winged snake, left the fusion of a page of the book on the ground, gushed out clear spring water, and gradually regained its vitality of the ash lake, and walked towards this wilderness settlement.

Its speed was neither fast nor slow, but in the dense rainforest, it made a small and small movement, which immediately attracted the attention of the vigilant fugitive slave lookout.

Brilliant as a rainbow body hanging above the sky, at the bottom of the rainforest where the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and branches, the mottled light and shadow appear extremely holy, and the immortal divinity flows on it.

The fugitive slave, who had the privilege of watching the gods in an otherworldly appearance, thought that his crimes had finally been punished, and the gods themselves gave him a judgment, and his body tensed, and he fell out of the hidden lookout and slammed into the ground.

Such a big movement immediately attracted the attention of the wilderness settlements, thinking that the Jungle Headhunters had launched a surprise attack, and all the outcasts and fugitives immediately prepared to fight, but when they saw that the comer turned out to be a sacred totem beast, most of them gave up resistance.

Those who dared to wield their blades at the gods, in this "large" wilderness settlement, there were only a handful of three or five people, three outcasts, and five fugitive slaves. They were all mortals who hated the gods of the city-state and even overwhelmed their fear of them.

The winged snake that Ye Zhiqiu incarnated as he watched these people attack indifferently, and then the obsidian-sharpened blade instantly snapped in front of its scales as solid as gold steel.

Even if Ye Zhiqiu had the heart to control the power of the backlash, it made these arrogant people who offended the gods crack, their muscles were paralyzed, and they fell to the ground on the spot, unable to move.

Those who witnessed this scene fell to their knees with a loud noise, constantly banging their heads on the ground, and begging the gods for forgiveness in various languages.

With a curl of its tail, the winged serpent fell to the ground from a high place, and the seriously injured fugitive slave lookout took it up and gently placed it on the ground in front of him.

Immediately afterward, the winged snake opened its mouth and spat out a little white light, which originated from the snake nature of the molting and reborn of the wrathful nectar dew, and transformed into a magic technique "healing minor injuries", shining on the body of the fugitive slave.

In an instant, the lookout, who was unable to move due to internal injuries, slowly relaxed his brow from pain, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and he sat up slowly.

The clever fugitive immediately understood what was going on, and the miracle that had happened in his body made him fall to his knees for the first time, prostrate himself in front of the winged serpent, and chant all sorts of hymns aloud.

Ye Zhiqiu was surprised to find that only three breaths had passed, and a thread of faith that could not be seen by ordinary people extended from the body of the fugitive slave's lookout from the heart, connecting the divinity of the winged snake.

After touching it gently, Ye Zhiqiu was surprised to find that the fugitive slave lookout was desperately hypnotizing himself, and even though he didn't know his god name, he could become a devout fanatic.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but secretly wonder: "Maybe it's Fang Cai's magic technique, it's too effective." However, without saying anything, I gained the first believer, which is a rare harvest!"

The winged serpent bowed slightly in satisfaction, and the lookout suddenly frowned, and even the outcasts and fugitive companions behind him immediately understood.

Legend has it that the gods descend from the sky to protect the miserable people who have left the city-state and are displaced in the wilderness. Everything that is happening now confirms this legend that has been passed down by word of mouth.

"Here comes the Savior!"