Chapter 168 The Beginning of Integration and Change

The days passed one by one.

The secret conversation between the father and son in the big tent was like a stone sinking to the bottom of the lake, which caused only a little ripple at the beginning and then became silent.

Calvin also continued to maintain his family life with Mu during hunting.

Material conditions were improving, and interpersonal relationships were quietly changing.

Since returning from that hunting trip, news about Calvin spread in the tribe.

They all knew directly or indirectly about the achievements of this white-haired boy:

In the coldest season of the winter, he hunted a Kraken alone from the snowy forest and dragged it back intact surrounded by beasts.

Such behavior is somewhat legendary no matter what standard is used.

After this battle, both the young and the middle-aged in the tribe have re-recognized the significance of Calvin's existence.

The women in the tribe talked about Mu's luck, and the male-dominated hunters and warriors would also talk about how the woman named Mu picked up a white wolf cub in the snow while drinking at the table...

The initial distrust and doubt faded over time.

On the basis of the proven ability, the invitations from the hunter teams seemed reasonable.

Mu was very happy about this change.

She was not happy about the change in her status, but simply hoped that if she was gone one day, the tribe would have a reason for Calvin to stay...

Calvin, who saw all this, did not refuse. He just joined one of them after careful consideration:

It was the team where Qiao, the daughter of the previous tribal leader, was.

The team was not large, with less than ten people including Calvin. Except for Qiao, the remaining members of the team were all elites from other hunting teams.

The experienced but generally less than middle-aged age, as well as the steel knives and pure metal arrowheads they all carried, all showed that this team was tough.

Such an elite team was certainly not formed spontaneously, but benefited from Qiao's identity.

The chief of the tribe, Old Lucas, was not known for his military prowess. The biggest reason he was able to take over the heavy responsibility from the previous chief was that he was fair.

He had been known for his fairness all his life and was deeply trusted by the warriors of the tribe. It was not a big deal to slightly tilt resources for the safety of his daughter.

Calvin's joining was also instructed by the chief of the tribe. His powerful martial arts skills were the last guarantee for Joe's personal safety.

Joe was of course opposed, but it was only a symbolic resistance.

Calvin didn't care. After all, women's memories of some details were always unexpectedly long.

From his point of view, this was completely understandable:

This was due to their physiological structure, and it was also their basic emotional need for a stable environment as the bearer of the responsibility for the continuation of the race...

The initial running-in was not smooth. After all, with such a proud guy like Joe, everyone couldn't have the same tacit understanding as before.

But fortunately, Calvin's individual quality made up for these gaps.

The skills of the Assassin Court are very useful here:

Whether it is tracking prey in a complex environment or attacking a single large target, Calvin's training experience in the Iverson Temple allows him to fully exert the killing effect of his physical fitness.

An iron rod, a rope, a dagger, and a short arrow can all become deadly weapons in his hands.

The members of the team are even a little scared. They are afraid of Calvin's obviously mature martial arts and the logic behind it.

Although cultural education is not enough to understand the meaning, they have been fighting with wild beasts for many years and still instinctively appreciate the anti-human tyranny of the essence of human assassination.

Calvin also noticed this situation and couldn't help wanting to know.

The silent team members after the hunt looked too ugly, obviously frightened by his killing intent.

In the days that followed, he gradually reduced the use of Iverson's assassin martial arts and began to use other martial arts that belonged to the legion warriors in his memory.

The absolute upper limit of these skills is not low, but under the cover of the use of conventional weapons, they do not appear to be as extreme as the skills of the Assassin Court.

In the days that followed, Calvin spent most of his time hunting with this team.

The team members were stable and of good average quality, and most importantly, they were trustworthy.

Calvin was also happy to carry the prey on such a long mountain road after getting rid of the basic problem of food and clothing.

And the members of the team gradually accepted Calvin's existence under Joe's forgetfulness.

In the cultural background of nomadic peoples, they naturally admired Calvin's strength and the skills he embodied. And Calvin's strong personal charm was also the reason why they were attracted.

So without Joe as an obstacle, these young warriors couldn't wait to surround him and ask him about those amazing skills and the philosophy behind them...

In addition to hunting life, he would occasionally go out alone and disappear in the mountains for a few days. But with his strength guaranteed, no one cared about his whereabouts.

The winter season was gradually coming to an end, and the royal court of the tribe also migrated with the transfer of the hunting ground.

The ancestral temple's base had also returned to its former tranquility, with only the wild animals that accidentally broke in fleeing in a hurry after smelling the dense "human scent" here.

In the empty royal city, only the towers left by the angels from the sky exist here like the guards of gods.

In the underground warehouse in the central tower of the royal court, Calvin sat at the dining table, chewing the tasteless nutritious porridge in his mouth slowly.

As the Order of Bad Omens was approaching shutdown, they gradually gave up their rule here without the need for manpower.

In order to maintain long-term survival, the mechas and defense agencies stationed here fell into a long hibernation.

In the empty tower, only Calvin's figure appeared in the passage leading to the storage area.

Calvin's goal was clear, which was the supplies left by Constantine for him here.

Among them, the special food for the Astartes was the most precious, and it was also a precious resource that he could not obtain locally.

The tribe's diet was too primitive, and if he wanted to ensure the normal development of his organs, he had to return here regularly.

Although the tasteless nutritious porridge was unpalatable, the ceramic steel powder that strengthened bones and other trace elements that stimulated the growth of superhuman organs were what he had to take.

It has been half a year since Constantine left, and Calvin is now an adult man over six feet tall.

The further growth of the body is a welcome progress, which further unlocks many skills that Calvin could not perform before.

But unfortunately, the use of psychic power is still not possible.

In the past, Calvin tried more than once to restore his connection with the core of his soul.

Under the constraints of the power of time and space, the cosmic defense mechanism of this time segment is extremely stubborn.

It firmly binds Calvin's soul with a thin but powerful force, refusing him to use this power to interfere with the development of any local things.

Every time he tries, he is fighting against the constraints of time and space.

And every time he is about to succeed, he stops in time before touching his soul.

It's not that he can't do it, but he instinctively has a hunch that as long as he forcibly uses psychic power, the time he stays here will be greatly shortened.

Activating his soul and awakening the entire psychic power means that he will completely end this time travel here.

This simple choice is obviously not in his latest plan.

Putting aside the initial panic and helplessness, after meeting Constantine, he had already keenly realized the preciousness of this unexpected trip.

Being able to go back to the past and actually understand and change the direction of some things, how many people think this is an opportunity that they can't get?

Such an opportunity is now in front of Calvin. If he returns home so easily, it will be a waste of this opportunity that can't be sought.

If you don't take what God gives, you will be blamed.

Calvin, who recognizes the current situation, is no longer in a hurry to return, but chooses to be patient and try to change the current situation here.

He hopes to use his power, with the help of the power of the Omen Order at this point in time, to make an attempt to make a layout across time.

In the tower, he talked with Constantine for a long time.

The latter accepted Calvin's plan and then set off to return to Terra to bring Calvin the resources he wanted.

Calvin quietly waited here, while trying to slowly change the people here, and waiting for Constantine to return.

This may be an unexpected trip.

But it did not prevent him from taking advantage of the situation and making long-term plans at an earlier time.

He hoped to solve the waste of resources caused by the suspension of the Omen Order, and then solve the seemingly unsolvable and doomsday war in the Orpheus Star Region.

After finishing today's quota of nutritious meals, Calvin put down the tin box in his hand and walked out the door.

Under the control of the highest authority, the contemplative servo in the tower silently opened all the doors along the way for him, and then quietly closed them one by one after he left.

The warrior recruitment meeting held once every fifteen years in the tribe is in full swing at this time.

It is a festival for the entire tribe and an opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time.

As long as he wins in this recruitment selection, he can get more rights with the recognition of more people.

A few tents, a few warriors, dozens of mounts, and even a tribe of hundreds of people.

These rewards are there waiting for him to get, and the people here are also waiting for his arrival, and under his leadership, they will get out of the barbaric and ignorant era hundreds of years ahead of schedule.

The cold wind outside the tower is still howling, and the last charm of the winter goddess remains.

Under the blowing of the snow, Calvin's figure became smaller and smaller in the white wasteland...

Dang!

As the dirty sword (a half-hand sword, that is, the length of the sword body is one and a half hands. Because it is neither a one-handed sword nor a two-handed sword, it is called a dirty sword because of its specifications) in the hand of Mars, the son of the tribal leader, was picked up and flew away, the battle witnessed by the leaders of the tribal alliance also came to an end.

Calvin held the sword with one hand, his face calm. It was as if the person who just killed Mars was not him.

But the fact is the fact, the silent herdsmen around and the solemn faces of the leaders on the high platform are true evidence.

This is in line with Calvin's expectations and is also part of his plan.

In the primitive and barbaric tribal culture, whoever controls violence has everything.

This is Calvin's plan. He will defeat the opponents along the way as much as possible with thunder, so that the people watching the battle can understand his martial arts and strength to the greatest extent.

Strength is violence, and violence is power.

This is the unchanging truth that people of this era have broken after the test of iron and blood.

It is also the most primitive reason for the birth of power in this era.

Under such violent suppression, Calvin does not need to pin his hopes on the ruler on the high platform, and it is enough to use his prestige to pull up a group of people.

Of course, he does not want to go to that point.

The leaders on the high platform kept silent.

Their eyes subtly converged on the old Lucas who remained silent on the right side of the center.

And the old man did not give them a chance to watch the excitement. He immediately stood up and took the lead in confirming the legitimacy of Calvin's victory against the background of his eldest son's failure.

The people on the sidelines cheered and jumped for joy, unaware of the details and background.

Their noisy voices were transmitted from the audience to the stage, and against the background of the distorted sound, everyone looked at Lucas strangely.

The chief of the Windfury Tribe in the wasteland next door was the first to stand up.

The voice coming from his burly body covered with Kraken fur was so deep that it was too loud to ask the old man, causing the leader sitting next to him to frown.

"Old man, are you confused? Or do you not want your son to take over?"

He actually understood that in such an occasion, it would be extremely difficult to deny such an easy result.

But that being said, if the matter fell on his head, it was really hard to say whether he could admit defeat so simply...

"What else?"

In the weird atmosphere, old Lucas slowly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the steaming tea.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he responded to the angry chief:

"What else? Deny the result of this sacred duel? Then, despite the suspicion of the entire tribe, hand over power to a waste who can't keep it, just because he is my son?"

This mouthful of water seemed not enough to moisten his throat. He took another sip of hot water and said:

"Then make the whole tribe uneasy? Give you another chance to rob my hunting ground and annex my people?"

"Bullshit! Don't even think about it!"

The old man slammed the cup on the table. The amiable disguise finally faded, and the dangerous eyes of the old wolf in his bones patrolled the neighbors around:

"Eternal Heaven! Even if I am buried in the ground, I will never give you guys a chance to take advantage of me!"…………

Under the subtle attitude of everyone, the celebration and selection of this tribe finally came to an end.

And Calvin himself, accompanied by the leaders, raised the Sulu Ding, which symbolized his authority and bravery, under the stone pillar symbolizing Eternal Heaven (Emperor).

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