Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Rat Warriors, the soul-stirring sound of war drums sounded again.

Surrounded by hundreds of war drums, the Hundred-Edge Battle Banner captured by Iron Head hangs feebly on a pile of mandala branches smeared with grease.

On the front, back, left, and right sides of the battle flag, there are four priests wearing bone masks with big horns on their heads and scarlet feather coats, stepping on the drums precisely, dancing wildly and weirdly.

When the drum beat suddenly came to an end.

The four priests also turned from madness to absolute stillness, like four statues that have been dusty for thousands of years.

But the mandala branches under the Hundred Blades Battle Flag ignited without warning.

The crimson flames are like tens of thousands of rat people who have died innocently in the past tens of millions of years. Thousands of bloody arms stretched out from the depths of hell, grabbing the Hundred Blades Battle Flag at once, and tearing it to pieces. smash.

Every fragment was tumbling in the raging flames, making a "creak creak" scream, like the wail of a ferocious beast caught in a trap.

When the thick smoke rose slowly, the smoke actually turned into the appearance of wolves, tigers and leopards.

These guys who used to be domineering on the heads of the Rat People have lost all the prestige and brutality of predators at this moment, and they are as pitiful and ridiculous as lost dogs that have fallen into the water.

The smoke rose higher and higher, thinner and thinner.

It was as if all the wolves, tigers and leopards were torn apart and vanished under the just ruling of thousands of rat people.

Until this moment, the four priests who had fallen into a state of absolute stillness did not "wake up slowly".

They looked at the shape of the smoke in mid-air with "surprise and joy", and shouted extremely excitedly: "The big-horned mouse god has accepted the spoils of our sacrifice, and the scattered smoke is the revelation given to us by the mouse god——we can't use it." How long will it take before the invincible Great Horn Legion will be able to defeat all enemies like this cloud of smoke!"

Tens of thousands of rat warriors were deeply attracted and shocked by this strange scene.

Subconsciously fell into the priest's thinking trap and couldn't extricate himself.

The overwhelming slogan brought the frenzied atmosphere to the extreme.

The Hundred Blades Battle Banner has not been completely burned.

The mandala branches are still burning.

The absolute protagonist of this sacrifice—Iron Head, strode into the burning fire.

He is covered with a greased feather coat.

The moment he stepped into the fire, it turned into a radiant human-shaped fireball.

However, because the witch doctor of the Big Horn Legion had already smeared the fireproof medicine all over his body.

The four priests also secretly activated the power of the totem, subtly controlling the flames, only circling around his body quickly, without invading the flesh.

The iron head was far from unscathed.

More like rising from the ashes.

It perfectly verified the rumors that this warrior, blessed by the horned mouse god, possessed an invulnerable immortal body!

When the flames are gradually extinguished.

Tie Tou's clothes were burnt to pieces.

The burly body exposed to the air exudes a metallic luster like cast iron, like a majestic, vigorous, and courageous statue.

This scene made all the rat people present completely crazy.

They shouted the name of Iron Head hoarsely, and prayed to the Big Horned Mouse God with the most devout attitude in their hearts, hoping that the Mouse God would give them the same power as Iron Head, and become an indestructible machine that could destroy everything. killing machine.

Amidst the turbulent roar, Iron Head took a large bowl carved from the skull of a totem beast from the priest's hand.

Drank the steaming hot liquid inside, as if it was burning.

The group of rats that had been buzzing with people just now became completely silent in an instant.

Everyone held their breath, staring straight at Tietou, impatient to see the mutation that happened to him.

Tie Tou swallowed the last mouthful of the liquid medicine, grinned, and let out a long, full belch.

After that, his eyes stared straight, and he took three full breaths.

Suddenly, his hands and feet tensed, and he let out an inhuman howl.

Accompanied by the howl, the joints of the limbs also made a series of shattering explosions.

The muscles in the whole body suddenly contracted to the limit, and suddenly swelled to the peak, and the body shape was scaled several times in just a few breaths.

His head became bigger and smaller, uneven, as if the hardest skull in the human body did not exist at all, and the whole head was like dough, which was kneaded by invisible forces.

The manic drums of war sounded again.

The four priests danced even more frantically than when they burned the Hundred Blades Battle Banner just now.

Many movements do not conform to the law of human body exertion at all.

It seems that they are no longer flesh and blood, no longer controlled by their own will, but have become puppets of mysterious existences high in the clouds, controlled by invisible wires, so that they can transmit the power from the ancestors at such a high frequency. power and will.

finally--

The inhuman torment lasted for three to five hundred drumbeats, and the iron head gradually quieted down.

He knelt down on one knee, panting heavily, his head buried deep in his encircling arms.

From the 36,000 pores, there is a strong killing intent that a ferocious beast is about to be released, burning the sweat all over the body, forming circular ripples in the air that are visible to the naked eye, making the rat warriors in the front row couldn't help but stare at each other. His legs were weak and he was dripping with cold sweat.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Iron Head jumped up high and let out a roar ten times louder than before.

Seven crimson air arrows shot out from the seven orifices, like an overloaded killing machine dissipating heat.

On the thick chest like a city wall, an extremely abstract pattern suddenly appeared, just like the skeleton rat with its teeth and claws on the Battle Banner of the Bone Camp, transferred to his heart!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This strange totem seemed to contain infinite power, and it was stimulating Iron Head's heart fiercely.

He couldn't help but clenched his iron fist the size of a meteor hammer, hammered his heart hard, and made a roar that was stronger than hundreds of war drums beating at the same time.

Such a violent hammering seemed to make the iron head grasp the power from the heart, and punched heavily into the void, like an air cannon, blasting out a storm more than twenty or thirty arms long.

The Ratmen fighters closest to him were all staggered by the storm.

The ears of the Rat Warrior who was slightly behind were also "buzzing" from the shock.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary "Infinite Vigorous" move that can be performed.

Rather, it is the strongest and most sacred power bestowed by the great ancestors on the high orcs - the power of the totem!

"Iron Head has obtained the power of the totem!"

"What a gorgeous totem, it will always be with him until he dies in battle!"

"This is a totem exclusively for our Rat People—the Sixth Clan!"

The magma of admiration and envy gushed out from the eyes of countless Rat Warriors.

Only Meng Chao and Bing Fengfeng clicked their tongues secretly.

Fortunately, they were cautious enough to find such a gold medal "meat shield".

If the two of them took action in person, they would of course be able to win the military exploits of "first ascend" and "seize".

But if they stepped into the raging flames under the gaze of the four high-ranking priests of the Big Horn Legion, they would burn all their clothes completely, revealing their naked bodies.

Then swallow the totem secret medicine, so that tens of thousands of rat people can clearly see all the changes that have taken place in them.

No matter how sophisticated the camouflage is, it will still reveal the telltale signs.

After coming to Tulanze for a few months, Meng Chao also had a deeper understanding of the "totem power" than in his previous life.

In essence, there is not much difference between "totem power" and "spiritual energy".

It is a unique force produced by the mutual influence of the cosmic radiation around the alien world, the planetary magnetic field of the alien world itself, and the life magnetic field of carbon-based organisms.

But in terms of how to learn to use this power, Dragon City and Turanze have embarked on two completely different paths.

In the cultivation system of Dragon City civilization, every spiritual magnetic force field used to subdue psionic energy requires a transcendent to learn from scratch.

Even if a certain move has been practiced to the point where it is easy to handle, the proficiency has even been transformed into muscle memory.

It is also impossible to inject genetic factors so that one's descendants can learn without a teacher at birth.

Even if the flesh and blood of a strong person in the divine realm has physical fitness and superior material conditions far beyond ordinary people, they will enjoy astronomical cultivation resources from birth, and the probability of penetrating the spiritual veins of the whole body is dozens of times higher than ordinary people.

But if he wants to use his parents' fame stunts, he also needs to learn from scratch honestly.

"Humans need to rely on acquired learning to master specific skills." This seems to be a matter of course, and there is no need for doubt and thinking.

Not so with monsters.

Monsters have neither schools, nor such things as "martial arts training classes" and "virtual training cabins".

However, when a monster is born, it masters all kinds of strange "natural skills".

Such as "Mind Lightning", "War Stomp", "Fear of Blood Fog", and so on.

Most nightmare beasts can master one to three innate skills.

Hell beasts can master four to six.

The legendary doomsday beast can master at most nine innate skills.

Many innate skills need to penetrate the intricate and maze-like spiritual veins in the flesh and blood of carbon-based creatures, and construct an extremely complicated spiritual magnetic force field, in order to trigger a chain reaction of planetary magnetic fields and even cosmic radiation.

Even the strong in the divine realm may not be able to easily control it.

It was cast by a muddled monster, but it was as natural as breathing and heartbeat.

This is really outrageous!

Until the earthlings won the monster war.

Unlock tons of secrets in the ultimate lair of monster civilizations.

Experts from the Monster Research Institute have only come to a preliminary conclusion.

Monsters seem to have the ability to compress innate skills into genetic factors in some incredible way, and directly engrave them on the genetic level.

After all, this is an artificially prepared biological weapon.

When still in the embryonic state, a certain intricate attack program is "written" at the genetic level to meet the needs of mass production and rapid formation of combat effectiveness.

"Innate writing" and "acquired learning", two ways of using psychic powers, have their own advantages and disadvantages.