Mystery Makes Me Strong

Xiao Huan looked at the world and suddenly said, "This child has been living too comfortably."

"We need to let him know the reality of the world."

Zhao Han was a little puzzled: "Is this world too beautiful?"

"Yes, look at this kid, this world is too unreal."

"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Han felt that this guy was going to make trouble again.

Xiao Huan held his chin: "Of course, let this kid see the reality."

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This is a land ravaged by war.

The sky was dyed gray by gunpowder smoke, and the earth was torn by artillery fire, leaving deep scars.

This is Blue Sea Island.

A piece of land that was once quiet, rich and beautiful has now become a battlefield for foreign colonists and indigenous residents.

In the southern part of Blue Sea Island, there is a tribe surrounded by dense jungles.

The indigenous people here have lived here for generations, and their lives are simple and harmonious.

Their houses are built with bamboo and leaves, blending into the surrounding natural environment, and they always have satisfied and peaceful smiles on their faces.

A group of colonists arrived.

They plundered the resources here and seized the gold and silver here.

This peaceful land was ruthlessly broken.

The colonists brought guns and greed.

Their goal was to occupy this land, plunder the resources here, enslave the people here, obtain the goods here, and turn this place into a dumping ground for goods.

Faced with the invasion of this group of colonists, the indigenous people did not choose to surrender. They picked up bows and arrows and put on armor made of animal skins.

Their eyes were full of determination and courage.

"We have lived here for generations and will never give up our land!"

"Why should we surrender?" The leader of the tribe, an old but still strong old woman, her name is Kalam.

This is a typical matriarchal tribe with a strong centripetal force.

Her voice rang in the square of the tribe.

With an unyielding look in her eyes, Karam stood in front of the warriors of the tribe, and her words were full of determination: "Our ancestors have lived here for thousands of years."

"Our land, our home, cannot be taken away like this."

"We will not be slaves!"

"We will live on our own, not on anyone, and not be driven by others!"

The warriors of the tribe held their bows and arrows tightly.

Their eyes flashed with trust in the leader and loyalty to their homeland.

They knew that this battle might cost a huge price, but they also believed that only resistance would bring hope.

Otherwise, everyone would become someone else's slave.

Not far from the tribe, in the colonists' camp, a group of fully armed soldiers were preparing to attack.

Their faces were cold and greedy, and the muskets in their hands flashed coldly in the sun.

"These natives are so stubborn, why don't they understand that resistance is futile."

"Hahaha, they look pretty good."

"Just in time to give birth to our children."

A colonist officer stood on the command platform of the camp, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He waved his hand and gave the order to attack.

Following his order, the soldiers of the colonists began to march towards the tribe.

With cruel smiles on their faces, their goal was to conquer this land and the people here.

The battle broke out on the edge of the tribe.

The arrows of the indigenous warriors rained down on the colonists like a rainstorm, and their shouts resounded through the sky.

However, the colonists' muskets made a deafening roar, and their bullets were obviously sharper, passing through the indigenous warriors, leaving a trail of blood.

Kalam stood at the forefront of the battle, with a resolute expression on her face and unyielding in her eyes.

Her archery was accurate and deadly, and every shot took the life of a colonist.

The warriors of the tribe followed closely behind, with firmness and courage on their faces.

They had only one thought in their hearts: protect their homes, protect their children, and never surrender!

As the battle progressed, the casualties of the indigenous warriors increased rapidly.

Their tactics were too backward.

They had not been influenced by the civilized continent.

The tactics were still in the era of tribal hunting.

Their resistance weakened rapidly.

They knew that this battle would inevitably cost lives.

But they also believed that only resistance could bring dignity.

In the square of the tribe, more women and children gathered closely together.

There was worry and fear in their eyes, but their hearts were also full of trust and support for the warriors.

"Our warriors are brave, and they are fighting for our homeland." A young mother hugged her child tightly.

The child's eyes were filled with dependence on his mother and admiration for the warriors.

Her heart was full of hope for the future.

The battle lasted a whole day and night.

When the sun rose again, the battlefield was full of corpses on both sides.

The colonists' attack retreated temporarily.

The indigenous warriors paid a huge price.

The colonists retreated only because they came to make a fortune and found that the losses were a bit too big, so they didn't want to fight.

But they will definitely come again.

Karam stood in the square of the tribe, her body covered with scars, and her eyes flashed with fatigue and sadness.

She knew that this battle was just the beginning, and more challenges were waiting for them.

Xiao Huan stood quietly on a high ground.

Her eyes passed through the smoke and looked at the tribe in the distance.

The death and killing in front of her were just a low point in a TV series for her.

She was a heartless existence.

She looked at the child: "How about it, little stone, do you know the pain of being a creator?"

"If your heart is not hard, your people will suffer such pain."

The stone was stunned.

It didn't know that there was such a side to the world.

It felt that it must take action, it must help these indigenous people and protect their homes.

In a dense jungle, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the faces of a group of indigenous warriors.

Their skin was tanned by the sun, with totems symbolizing courage painted on their foreheads, and a firm light flashing in their eyes.

The bows and arrows in their hands shone coldly in the sun, and each arrow represented their persistence in their homes and their desire for freedom.

They wanted to raid the colonists' camp and not let the colonists gain a foothold here.

But they underestimated the difference between field battles and sieges.

Although the enemy's camp was not strong enough, it was not something this primitive tribe could deal with.

So the natives suffered heavy losses.

The colonists could use the camp to defend against the enemy's arrows.

The colonists saw the possibility of victory.

"We want to kill them and sell them as slaves, each worth 100 gold pounds!"

When the battle was the most intense, the stone appeared on the battlefield.

There was a hint of surprise and worry in its eyes. It saw the bravery and determination of the indigenous warriors, as well as the cruelty and greed of the colonists.

It knew that it could not sit idly by.

It had an instinctive judgment of good and evil, which was also instilled in it by Zhao Han.

It quickly assessed the situation on the battlefield and had to take action to help the indigenous warriors resist the invasion of the colonists.

It took a deep breath and began to mobilize its strength.

Its body began to emit a blue light, and a force surged in its body, ready to intervene in this battle.

As the power of the stone awakened, the situation on the battlefield began to change.

Some warriors suddenly felt a ball of light appear in their palms.

The ball of light contained powerful energy, and they subconsciously threw the ball of light at the enemy's camp.

The ball of light exploded in the camp, forming a huge shock wave, which directly turned the colonists' soldiers into powder and repelled them.

"It was our gods who helped us!"

The native warriors felt a powerful force helping them.

Their morale increased greatly. They began to fight more bravely, their arrows were more accurate, and their shouts were louder.

The colonists' soldiers felt fear.

Their steps began to hesitate, and their muskets began to tremble.

There were frequent accidents of knocking out the rods.

They realized that this battle was not as easy as they thought.

They made a big mistake, that is, there really was a god here!

"God, isn't it used when repenting before death?"

"Why did it really come when you should rob at ordinary times?"

Some soldiers threw down their guns and began to repent.

In fact, most of these colonists were also stupid hooligans.

With the intervention of the stone, the situation of the battle began to change.

The morale of the indigenous warriors became higher.

Their attack power became more fierce.

The soldiers of the colonists began to retreat step by step, and their morale began to collapse.

Many people opened the back door and prepared to escape.

Kalam saw hope, and her eyes flashed with gratitude.

She knew that the appearance of the unknown god gave them new strength and new hope.

"We have the protection of God, we will never give up, we will continue to fight until the last moment." Kalam's voice appeared on the battlefield.

Her eyes flashed with victory.

The stone stood on the edge of the battlefield, with a hint of satisfaction in its eyes.

It knew that her intervention changed the situation of the battle.

But it didn't know that the battle was not over yet.

The colonists retreated.

They spread the news that there was really a god here.

Kalam stood in the tribal square again.

This time, her eyes flashed with confidence and pride.

She knew that with the gods, they would be invincible!

This victory was hard-won.

But they also believed that as long as they were united, nothing was impossible.

Especially under the protection of God, they will become the real masters!

And the stone also began to think about more and more practical things.

It began to think about how to help the indigenous people build a long-term defense system.

It knew that only by building a strong defense system could the land be protected from future invasions.

It imparted some knowledge to Kalam.

This knowledge naturally came from Xiaohuan's game knowledge.

Yes, what knowledge can Xiaohuan give? Of course, it is the defense system in the game.

Originally, it wanted to call mom, but Xiaohuan and Zhao Han didn't let it call like that.

It began to plan the defense system.

It decided to build a solid barrier around the tribe. This barrier will be made of special materials that can withstand the attack of muskets.

It then used its knowledge to instruct the indigenous warriors on how to build this barrier.

They began to cut down trees and dig soil to build this strong barrier.

As the barrier was gradually built, the tribe's defense capabilities were greatly improved.

Colonial officers observed all this from a distance.

There was a hint of surprise and anger in his eyes. He knew his plans were being thwarted, but he didn't give up.

"Is there really a God?"

"If it is true, then the Fountain of Youth is real." He thought greedily.

In his eyes, gods can also be used, attacked, and even killed!

This was the self-confidence of the colonists in this era.

Because they have mastered the power of gunpowder, which is comparable to the power of gods.

There's nothing gunpowder can't destroy, and if it can't, add another ton.

"We will find a way to break through this barrier," the colonist officer thought.

The colonist officer decided to go back to the missionaries.

The missionary also heard about the indigenous gods, so he naturally didn't believe it.

In fact, he doesn’t believe in God.

Otherwise, he himself will go to hell first.

But he is still alive and well, and even wants to be a bishop.

"That must be a special kind of gunpowder. The ball of light you mentioned may be the light of the explosion."

"I understand. It should be that the natives suddenly discovered an explosive they didn't know about." The colonist officer understood.

The missionaries who followed the colonization were generally very knowledgeable, they were naturalists.

"What if there really is a god?" the colonist officer asked again.

"If it is true, we will immediately mobilize our own people to fight for that god back from their native people. Are we still afraid that our beliefs are not as pious as theirs?"

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Just ten years later.

The preacher's words come true.

The stone began to shelter the colonists.

Because they all speak nicely and give gifts.

Compared with the natives who only give simple things, these colonists have many tricks to please people.

Just one ceremony can gather 99,000 people.

People in a city can rise up to worship.

It's simply heart-warming to watch.

In comparison, the natives are much simpler.

I can only kneel down, dance, and give some fruit.

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Xiao Huan sighed: "This stone deteriorates too quickly."

Zhao Han said helplessly: "He is just a child. He has not experienced anything, so of course he cannot tell who is good or bad."

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Another hundred years have passed.

A missionary thought he had discovered the nature of God: it was just a little child.

Can be easily coaxed.

So he began to deceive the gods, package himself as a great saint, and want to live forever.

I have immortality, but I want to take the place of gods.

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Wen Rensheng was delighted to see it.

This is the joy of information gaps.

A man saw an ant and trampled it to death in a self-righteous way, but he didn't know that behind it was an anteater, and behind the anteater was a giant python.

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The result is naturally obvious. Shitou has been deceived, but Xiao Huan will not be deceived.

Doesn’t the missionary want to be a god?

Xiao Huan fulfilled him and turned him into a god, the Mad Whisperer, who was forever trapped in madness and pain.