Chapter 522: God-Creating Project
"I'm coming!" The three generals responded at the same time, they wanted to see what else was unique about this magic prison.
"Since everyone is interested, let's go together. This has nothing to do with how many people enter." Xiao En said with a smile.
"This is..." The three champion knights who entered the room one after another showed shocked expressions.
As soon as they entered the room, they realized the difference. They felt as if their bodies were covered with dozens of layers of invisible heavy armor. Every movement became extremely strenuous. Even if they had 100% of their strength, they could not exert 30% of it.
"The multi-gravity environment can be adjusted from one to twenty times according to needs. If the soul consciousness of the prisoners enters the consciousness space, it will return to normal here. Once they return to reality, they must move in this environment. Do you think they still have the ability to destroy the cell under such circumstances?" Sean asked rhetorically.
"No." The three generals shook their heads at the same time, and they could only sigh in their hearts that the means of magic were really beyond their imagination.
Wandering around this magic prison, the three generals have no doubts anymore. Even those Kentana barbarian champion knights, when they get here, they have to lie down honestly, and they can't get out of the waves at all. Consciousness space, just wait for your lord to pinch it flat and round it.
The rest of the time is simple. After these Kentana barbarian captives are divided into rooms according to their grades, they are thrown in and Sean undergoes a physical examination. Those whose soul consciousness can be introduced into the consciousness space are kept, and those who cannot be introduced are eliminated.
After a lot of work, there were very few Kentana barbarians who were really removed from it, less than a hundred, and all the rest entered the consciousness space.
The Kentana barbarians transported to the northern fortress are all the essence of their race. In terms of willpower, this race can definitely rank first. They have been tempered by the difficult living environment. The soul consciousness is basically Nothing out of date.
"This is where?"
The first Kentana barbarian champion knight Yuan who was captured by the leader of the Eternal Night Army got up from the ground and looked around suspiciously.
I saw a vast expanse of whiteness around me, as if he was the only one in the world.
What's the situation?
What did those dwarves do to themselves?
Yuan's expression was bewildered, and his underdeveloped brain made it impossible for him to figure out what was going on.
In fact, most of the captured Kentana barbarians were in a similar state of bewilderment.
They knew neither why the dwarves attacked them, nor where they were now.
After realizing that his body was no longer numb and felt nothing, the Kentana barbarian champion knight, who was full of anger, jumped up and down angrily, opened a pair of long legs, and started to run wildly in one direction.
But no matter how long he ran, there was nothing before his eyes.
If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have given up early, but for the Kentana barbarian who is a bit stubborn, he doesn't know what giving up is at all, he doesn't care about it at all, he just runs around with his head depressed, he still doesn't believe it Is this place bigger than the boundless snowfield?
On the snowy field, it is most taboo to turn blindly, one mistake will be a circle, the most sensible way is to run in one direction, and it is the same now.
Yuan didn't know how long he ran wildly, until a golden shadow appeared at the end of his sight, and he was overjoyed at once, feeling that he was running in the right direction, and ran even more vigorously.
In this case, guessing is useless. The quickest way is to find someone to ask.
As he quickened his pace, the golden shadow got closer and closer.
It was a magnificent hall.
Yuan, which lacks adjectives, can only be described as tall, big, and spectacular.
Especially the rough architectural style, very much in line with the aesthetic style of Kentana's barbarians, at least very much in line with Yuan's.
What surprised Yuan most was that the building materials used in this hall were not ordinary stones, but bones. There were countless giant bones, most of which Yuan did not recognize. He only recognized giant whale bones and giant dragons on them.
Could this be the legendary Temple of the Ancestors?
That's right.
This should be the legendary Temple of the Ancestral Spirits. Only the Ancestral Spirits can be so powerful, casting their own temples with these powerful biological bones.
"Warrior, you are the first to answer my call." A tall figure came out of the hall.
The opponent's figure was so tall that even a burly man among the barbarians of Kentana had to lift his neck hard to see the opponent's face clearly.
I saw that his face was three to four points similar to the Kentana barbarian, with an indescribable simplicity. Although his body was huge, he was not bloated. His muscles were protruding like rocks, and his body was covered with clothes made of solid ice. armor.
Yuan looked at the giant who appeared suddenly with some doubts, because there was a sense of deja vu in the eyes and voice of the other party, he seemed to have heard this voice before, and seen this kind of gaze before.
"Warrior, why can't I see your admiration for me? Or has this fine tradition of my ancestors been lost by my children? No wonder no one has responded to my call for so many years." The giant's tone revealed Feeling deeply disappointed, he seemed dissatisfied with Yuan's reaction, and also seemed dissatisfied with the Kentana barbarians losing their inheritance.
"Are you the ancestral spirit?" Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, and whispered in disbelief. Finally, he realized that he came out of the ancestral temple, except for the ancestors believed by the Kentana barbarians. Ling, who else?
"What do you say?" asked the giant, "Do you need me to prove it to you?"
"No need! No need!" Yuan repeatedly shook his head, knelt down on one knee, and offered his most solemn gift, "I'm sorry, ancestor spirit, I didn't expect that I would be honored to meet you, please forgive my disrespect just now. "
"Get up, young warrior." A smile finally appeared on the face of the ancestral giant.
"This is the legendary Temple of the Ancestors? Am I already dead?" Yuan asked suspiciously.
"No, you are not dead. This is the mind world. You come here in response to my call, accept my inheritance, and lead your people out of the current predicament. As long as you accept my inheritance, you can call my name and borrow My power." The ancestral giant replied.
"Calling your name? Borrowing your strength?" Yuan murmured a little dully and repeated. This matter was a bit beyond imagination.
"What? You're not happy?" The ancestral giant showed a hint of displeasure again.
"It's my honor." Yuan knelt down on one knee again.
"Very good, tell me your name, young warrior." The ancestral giant smiled with satisfaction.
"Yuan," Kentana Barbarian Champion Knight replied.
"Starting today, you are no longer an ordinary warrior, but an ancestral warrior who is about to embark on a journey to pursue the power of the ancestral spirit. When you officially become an ancestral warrior, I will bestow your ancestral surname, follow me to choose for you A determined wise man, save your people and regain the glory that belongs to our giant family." The ancestral giant said impassionedly.
"I will definitely live up to the expectations of the ancestor spirit." Yuan Yuan's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he wished to immediately gain the power of the ancestor spirit and become the ancestor spirit warrior in the opponent's mouth.
"Before the official start, let me see your bravery, my people." The ancestral giant stretched out his hand, and two three-to-four-meter-long maces appeared in his hands.
"Don't look at me, it's very simple, use your thoughts, don't forget, this is the world of thoughts, think about the weapons you usually use, you can see me, it means your thoughts are enough, yes, that's it, Well, young warrior, you've got off to a great start, let's get on with it."
Holding the newly condensed bone weapon, Yuan's face flickered with hesitation: "How dare I offend my ancestor spirit?"
"Offend? Haha, you have to have the ability to offend, young warrior, you think highly of yourself, be careful." The ancestral giant laughed loudly, and had already rushed up with a pair of maces, not giving Yuan Yuan any chance. opportunity to react.
The result can be imagined, in just one round, Yuan turned into a bowling ball and was knocked into the air more than ten meters away.
The strength he was so proud of in the past is a joke in front of the other party, not in the same order of magnitude at all.
The opponent's attack is not over yet, this is just the beginning. A pair of huge and terrifying maces are dancing like a whirlwind. They are obviously a pair of unusually crude weapons, but they show a trace of dexterity. There was no way to hide, and he was hammered by the opponent and flew around.
Fortunately, here, he doesn't seem to be injured, just knocked him into the air, but his body was not injured at all, and he once again lamented the other party's supernatural powers in his heart.
Under the crazily beating of the other party, the trace of doubt in Yuan's heart has completely dissipated.
Only the ancestral spirit can be so powerful, can play with itself like a child, and can make itself unharmed under such a blow.
This kind of blow lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the ancestor spirit giant just stopped, shook his head and said: "It's too far away. You have strength, but you don't have the slightest skill. You have thrown away everything left by your ancestors."
"I have disgraced my ancestors." Yuan, who had been beaten wildly, looked ashamed.
"If you lose the previous one, you will lose it. Anyway, if you want to learn to use the power of the ancestral spirit, let's learn the skills of using weapons together. I have single-stick and double-stick techniques here. Which one are you going to learn first?" asked the ancestral giant. road.
"Of course it's the double stick technique." Yuan said without hesitation, the opponent's attack left a deep impression on him, he likes the continuous violent attack method very much.
"Since you have already chosen, what are you waiting for? Gather your double sticks and let's start." The ancestral giant urged.
"Okay!" Yuan Yuan nodded excitedly.
Yeon, who was immersed in the state of study, completely forgot the time and worked tirelessly.
In the beginning, it was just this kind of double stick technique.
Later, the ancestral giant entered his soul consciousness with extremely mysterious ancestral characters, allowing him to visualize day and night in his spare time, and when he can borrow the power of the ancestral spirit, he will be considered successful.
Originally, he was training here alone, but soon new members of his clan joined in.
Some of these tribesmen worshiped the ancestral giant, and some had doubts.
For those who have doubts, this time there is no need for the ancestral giants to take action at all. The pioneers headed by Yuan, who have been abused by the ancestral giants for countless times, will tell them with their fists that they must be in awe here , Absolutely cannot question the authenticity of the ancestor spirit.
They are all selected warriors. It is their inescapable responsibility to revive the glory of their own race and rescue their own race from suffering. This is given to them by the ancestors.
All the suffering they have experienced before is for this moment.
Sean is very satisfied with this result.
Whether the ancestral spirits that the Kentana savages believed in were real, Sean didn't know.
But there is no doubt that the ancestral spirits have a relatively widespread belief among the Kentana barbarians.
It stands to reason that their social system with a relatively loose internal structure should not be able to develop a relatively unified belief.
Belief in ancestral spirits does indeed exist among the Kentana barbarians.
Sean was also full of doubts at the beginning, until he and the Locke patriarch systematically sorted out the language of the Kentana barbarians, and found the root cause.
Ancestral spirit is a general term, not specific to an individual, but the ancestors of the Kentana barbarians. It is not so much a belief as a sacrifice to the ancestors.
Compared with the orthodox belief, this kind of ancestral belief is easier to pass on, because every family will have fathers, and the family connection of Kentana barbarians is far closer than that of ordinary families, because after leaving the family, those minors who are willing to Tana savages have no chance of growing to adulthood, and must remain completely dependent on their families until they master their unique hunting skills.
This custom causes them to have a deeper affection for the family and the previous generation who raised them, and regard them as their guardians, just like when they were young, even though they have been away from them for many years, passed down from generation to generation, even has been integrated into their language.
The battle of honor in front of the ancestors is regarded as their highest honor.
However, it has been passed down for too long, and it is estimated that not many Kentana barbarians can explain this matter clearly. The concept is naturally more vague, and it may not necessarily incorporate the worship of giants.
Sean didn't care about the specific reasons, and he wasn't trying to research the origin of the Kentana barbarian's beliefs, he just wanted to take advantage of it.
It doesn’t matter that the ancestral spirits believed by the barbarians in Kentana don’t have a set goal, he can help them materialize, as long as there are enough people who firmly believe in it, even if it is fake, it will become true, let alone a combination punch he prepared.
Facing his combo punches, even a smart person would be stunned, let alone the Kentana barbarian with relatively simple thinking.
Once they finished their combined punches, if anyone dared to question the authenticity of the ancestral spirits in front of these Kentana barbarians, they would use their fists to correct that person's thinking.
This big lie naturally originated from the frost giant. In his soul memory, the primitive worship of giants by those barbarians who resembled Kentana inspired him.
It is very difficult to capture the Kentana barbarians by conventional means.
Like the one used by Christina, in the battle of glory, using fists to subdue them one by one is a way.
It’s just that Yong Ye’s army leader doesn’t have such a powerful person yet, and he’s too clumsy and unreliable, because it’s all based on the personal reputation of Kentana’s barbarian, and it’s prone to various problems over time. .
Sean is the leader of a leader, how can solving the problem be so simple and rude?
If you want to solve it, solve it from the root, let them follow you unswervingly and faithfully.
What is more convenient and quicker than faith to gather together a plate of arrogant loose sand?
The collar badge that Sean is preparing is probably a kind of faith.
The belief of the collar badge is too high-end for the Kentana barbarians, but the simplest and most direct primitive worship is the most suitable for them.
It doesn't matter whether it is simple or not, original or not, as long as it is useful.
What's even more wonderful is that Sean now holds the Frost Giant in his hand, which is a natural medium point.
Xiao En suddenly transformed into an ancestral giant.
The consciousness space has become the consciousness world in the mouth of the ancestral giants.
As for the double-stick technique they learned, it was naturally a double-stick sword technique, and the power of the ancestral spirit was a variant of the spell model.
Theoretically speaking, as long as they have soul consciousness, everyone can culture their soul consciousness and have the potential to become a mage, but it doesn't mean that everyone can become a mage.
Because if you want to play the profession of mage, you need too much pre-knowledge.
First of all, you have to learn rune mathematics and rune literature, and secondly, you have to master a cumbersome number of spell models.
This is the ability to build spell models in one's own soul consciousness as one likes.
But for these three items, even a smart and studious person will have to spend ten or eight years. Many stupid people may not even have the opportunity to get started.