* Dong! Dong! Dong! *
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of rat people, the soul-shaking war drums sounded again.
Surrounded by hundreds of war drums, the Hundred Bladed War Flag that Tie Tou had captured drooped listlessly on a pile of greasy Datura twigs.
Around the war flag, four priests wearing white bone masks with large horns on their heads and scarlet feathered robes stood in rows. They were dancing crazily and strangely to the beat of the drums.
When the drumming suddenly came to a stop.
The four priests also went from craziness to absolute stillness, like four statues that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
Meanwhile, the Datura twigs under the Hundred Bladed War Flag started burning without any warning.
The crimson flames were like the thousands of bloody arms of the rat people who had died tragically in the past thousands of years. They grabbed the Hundred Bladed War Flag and tore it into pieces.
Every piece of the flag rolled in the raging flames and squeaked, like the cries of beasts that had fallen into a trap.
When the thick smoke rose, the smoke actually turned into the shapes of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
These fellows, who used to ride roughshod over the rat people, had now lost the majesty and brutality of predators. They were as pitiful and laughable as stray dogs that had fallen into the water.
The smoke rose higher and higher, thinner and thinner.
It was as if all the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards had been torn apart and vanished under the righteous judgment of the rat people.
It was only at this moment that the four priests, who had fallen into a state of absolute stillness, slowly woke up.
They looked at the shape of the smoke in the air with "surprise and delight" and shouted excitedly, "The Giant-horned Rat God has already accepted our spoils of war. The scattered smoke is the Rat God's revelation to us. It won't be long before the invincible Giant-horned Army will defeat all our enemies, just like this cloud of smoke!"
The tens of thousands of rat people were deeply attracted and shocked by this strange scene.
They subconsciously fell into the trap of thinking of the priests, unable to extricate themselves.
The earth-shattering slogans pushed the fanatical atmosphere to the extreme.
The Hundred Bladed War Flag had not been completely burned out.
The Datura twigs were still burning.
The main character of this sacrificial ceremony, Ironhead, strode into the burning bonfire.
His body was covered with greased feathers.
The moment he stepped into the bonfire, he turned into a dazzling human-shaped fireball.
However, because the Big Horn army's witch doctor had already smeared a secret fire-resistant medicine on his body.
The four priests were also secretly activating their totemic power, subtly controlling the flames. The flames only revolved quickly around his body, but did not invade his skin and flesh at all.
Not only was Iron Head unscathed.
It was more like a rebirth from the ashes.
This perfectly verified the rumor that the warrior blessed by the Great Horned Rat God had an immortal body that was impervious to all weapons!
When the flames were gradually extinguished.
All of Tie Tou's clothes were burned to ashes.
His huge body that was exposed to the air, however, emitted a metallic luster that seemed to have been cast from iron. He was like a majestic, vigorous, and bold statue.
This scene caused all the rat people present to go completely crazy.
They screamed Iron Head's name at the top of their lungs, and in their hearts, they prayed to the Great Horned Rat God in the most pious manner, hoping that the Rat God would grant them the same power as Iron Head, and turn them into an indestructible killing machine that could destroy everything.
Amidst the stormy roars, Iron Head took a large bowl made from the skull of a totemic beast from the priest's hands.
He drank the steaming hot medicinal liquid that seemed to be burning in one gulp.
The group of rats, which had just been bustling with noise, instantly became silent.
Everyone held their breaths, their eyes fixed on Iron Head, eager to see what would happen to his body.
Iron Head swallowed the last mouthful of medicinal liquid, grinned, and let out a long burp.
Then, his eyes stared blankly for a full three breaths.
Suddenly, his limbs tightened, and he let out an inhuman howl.
Along with the howl, a series of cracking sounds came from the joints of his limbs.
The muscles all over his body suddenly contracted to the limit, and suddenly expanded to the peak. In the short span of a few breaths, his body had shrunk several times.
His head became bigger and smaller, uneven, as if the hardest bone in the human body did not exist at all. His entire head was like dough, kneaded by an invisible force to its heart's content.
The frenzied war drums sounded again.
The four priests danced even more crazily than when they burned the hundred-blade war flag.
Many of their movements did not conform to the laws of exerting force in the human body.
It was as if they were no longer made of flesh and blood, and were no longer controlled by their own will. Instead, they had become puppets of a mysterious existence high above the clouds, controlled by invisible strings. That was why they could transmit the divine power and decrees of their ancestral spirits at such a high frequency.
Finally —
The inhuman torment lasted for a full three to five hundred drum beats before Iron Head gradually calmed down.
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, and buried his head in his crossed arms.
His thirty-six thousand pores released the intense killing intent of a ferocious beast that was about to escape its cage. The sweat all over his body burned, forming visible circular ripples in the air. The rat people warriors at the front row could not help but feel their legs turn to jelly, and they were drenched in cold sweat.
"Hoooooo!"
Suddenly, Iron Head leaped high and let out a roar that was ten times louder than before.
Seven crimson arrows of air darted out of his seven orifices, as if he were a slaughter machine that had been overloaded and was cooling down.
On his chest that was as thick as a city wall, an extremely abstract pattern popped up, as if the raging skeleton rats on the flag of the White Bone Camp had been transferred to his heart!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
This strange totem seemed to contain infinite power, and it was fiercely stimulating Tie Tou's heart.
He couldn't help but clench his fist that was the size of a morningstar and bashed his heart hard, letting out an explosion that was even louder than the beating of a hundred war drums at the same time.
Such a violent bashing seemed to have allowed Iron Head to seize the power that came from his heart. He punched the air heavily, and a storm more than thirty arms long was blown out like an air cannon.
The ratfolk warriors closest to him were all blown off their feet by the storm.
The rat people who were slightly further behind also had their ears humming because of the deafening noise.
Clearly, this wasn't a move that could be executed by an ordinary Infinite Strength.
Instead, it was the strongest and most sacred power that the great ancestors had given to the high-grade orcs — the power of totems!
"Iron Head has obtained totem power!"
"What a beautiful totem! It will accompany him until he dies a glorious death!"
"This is the totem that belongs solely to the rat people — the sixth clan!"
Magma of admiration and envy gushed out from the depths of the countless rat people warriors' eyes.
Only Meng Chao and the ice storm gasped in amazement.
Fortunately, they had been cautious enough to find such a golden "meat shield".
If the two of them had personally taken action, they would have been able to obtain the credit of being the first to reach and seizing.
But if they had to step into the raging flames under the gazes of the four high-grade priests from the Big Horn Army, their clothes would be burned to ashes, and their naked bodies would be revealed.
Then, they would have to swallow the totem medicine so that the tens of thousands of rat people could see all the changes that happened to their bodies.
No matter how good their disguises were, they would still give themselves away.
After being in Turanze for a few months, Meng Chao had gained a deeper understanding of totem power compared to his previous life.
In essence, there was not much difference between "totemic power" and "psionic power".
They were both unique powers created when the radiation from the universe around the Other World, the magnetic fields of the planets in the Other World, and the vitality magnetic fields of carbon-based life forms interacted with each other.
But when it came to learning how to use this power, Dragon City and Turanze took two completely different paths.
In Dragon City's cultivation system, the superhumans had to learn each spirit energy magnetic field used to subdue spirit energy from scratch.
Even if they practiced a certain skill to the point that they were very familiar with it and mastered it to the point that it became muscle memory.
It was also impossible for them to inject genetic factors into their descendants so that they could learn it on their own.
Even if the children of Deity Realm superhumans had physical qualities that far surpassed that of normal people and were provided with superior material conditions, they would be given an astronomical amount of cultivation resources from the moment they were born, and the chances of them clearing their spirit meridians were dozens of times higher than those of normal people.
But if they wanted to execute the skills that made their parents famous, they had to learn them from scratch.
Humans had to rely on learning to master specific skills. This seemed to be a matter of course, and there was no need for them to doubt or think about it.
But it was not the same for monsters.
Monsters did not have schools, martial arts training classes, or virtual cultivation cabins.
However, when monsters were born, they had all sorts of strange inborn skills.
For example, Mind Lightning, War Trample, Fearsome Bloody Fog, and other skills.
Nightmarish Beasts usually had one to three inborn skills.
Hell Beasts had four to six inborn skills.
The legendary Apocalyptic Beasts could, at most, master nine inborn abilities.
Many of the inborn skills required carbon-based life forms to clear spirit meridians that were as complicated as mazes to create a complicated spirit energy magnetic field. Only then could they cause a chain reaction in the planet's magnetic field and even the radiation from the universe.
Even Deity Realm superhumans might not be able to control them easily.
But when they were executed by muddle-headed monsters, they were as natural as breathing and heartbeats.
It was truly strange!
Then, Earthlings won the Monster War.
They unlocked a lot of the secrets of the monster civilization's ultimate nest.
It was only then that the experts in the monster research center came to a preliminary conclusion.
Monsters seemed to have the ability to compress their inborn skills into their genetic factors through some unbelievable method and carve them into their genes.
After all, they were man-made biological weapons.
When they were still embryos, they had to "write" some complicated attack program into their genes so that they could be mass-produced and quickly form their fighting strength.
Inborn writing and acquired learning were two ways of using spirit energy, and they had their own pros and cons.
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