The advantages of the former were self-evident.
The problem was that there were only a few skills that could be innately written into genes.
Even Apocalyptic Beasts could only master seven to nine ways to create spirit energy magnetic fields.
Besides, their skills were fixed, and there was practically no possibility for them to level up or expand.
The latter might require a long time to learn, and no one knew whether they could master it.
But it was filled with endless possibilities for them to level up.
Even a one-star to three-star Earth Realm superhuman could master dozens of ways to create spirit energy magnetic fields. They could use dozens of skills in battle, and with different styles and items, they could execute more than one hundred dazzling tactics.
Theoretically speaking, if a superhuman was given a long enough lifespan, they could even learn the ways to create more than ten thousand spirit energy magnetic fields.
This was something that innately written into genes could not do.
The Turanians' method of using spirit energy leaned slightly toward the monsters' innately written method.
The five major clans all had unique totem battle techniques that originated from heredity and were engraved on the genetic level.
The purer their bloodline was, the more abundant and clear the relevant fighting information contained in their genes, so the pure-blooded nobles could awaken to their totem power on their own at a young age without being taught anything.
Based on this, it was not unreasonable for the nobles, who had thousands of years of history, to look down on the rat people, who had lost the characteristics of their families because they kept mixing with their bloodlines.
Since the latter's bloodline was continuously diluted and blended with each other, the fighting program in their genes was usually fragmented and changed beyond recognition.
This made it ten times harder for them to awaken to their totem power compared to pure-blooded warriors.
There was no scientific, comprehensive, and standardized cultivation system. There were also no relevant schools or virtual or long-distance education channels. Turanze relied solely on family bloodlines to pass down the way to use spirit energy. Before the Great Horn Army rose to power, there was practically no chance for the rat people to awaken naturally and change their lives.
Aside from that, innately written into genes had a fatal side effect.
This method of transferring information at the genetic level through genes seemed to affect the logical thinking of carbon-based intelligent life forms.
The so-called wisdom was not a necessity for survival.
If the skills needed to climb to the top of the food chain were already engraved in their genes, then there would be no need for them to learn even more messy dragon-slaying skills. All they needed to do was to fight, slaughter, and destroy to completely activate the brutality deep in their genes.
Meng Chao was very suspicious of why the Turan civilization kept degenerating.
In the beginning, he was able to create the "Totem Armor", the ultimate equipment that was filled with advanced technology. But now, he couldn't even create the simplest muzzle-loading rifle.
It was because at a certain critical point ten thousand years ago, he chose to pass on his skills through "innate writing" instead of "acquired learning".
At that moment, Meng Chao's thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the stage.
When he looked up, he found that two priests had used two special iron pincers to press a fragment of totemic armor that was emitting orange light and seemed to have been heated to a thousand degrees into the totemic pattern on Iron Head's chest.
The pattern was the part of Tie Tou's body with the densest spirit energy. His cells were expanding, his blood was boiling, and his mitochondria were pumping out energy madly. It was a natural reaction on his skin.
Sensing Tie Tou's surging vitality, the broken totemic armor trembled as if it were a living creature. Then, it stretched out dozens of thin tentacles and pierced deeply into Tie Tou's body.
Then, the entire breastplate was tightly glued together, as if it had grown out of Iron Head's body, seamlessly.
The rat people could not put on the totemic armor.
This was also a lie that the rulers of Turan had meticulously made up.
A more accurate way of putting it would be: "The rat people have not received a lot of cultivation resources since they were young, and their bodies are born with defects. They cannot use the totemic armor for a long period of time without ensuring that their bodies are healthy and their minds are stable. It is a fatal weapon that consumes a lot of energy, and there is a high possibility that it will turn on their owners."
However, it did not matter whether it was the rat god priests who were singing and dancing.
They were tens of thousands of rat people who were so excited that their eyes were spitting fire.
Even Iron Head himself, who could not tell whether he was in excruciating pain or feeling an explosion of pleasure, was attacked by a monstrous power that struck every single one of his blood vessels and nerves.
He probably didn't even care when the Totem Battle Armor would completely exhaust his life force.
Even if that time was tomorrow.
"ROAR!"
Tie Tou let out another deafening roar. He raised his head and stuck out his chest, showing everyone the totemic armor fragment that was perfectly embedded in his chest.
The totemic armor that had just emerged from his chest seemed to have a strange penetrating power. It actually emerged from the surface of the breastplate again, forming swirls and uneven patterns. The sound of Tie Tou hammering his chest became bursts of thunder.
"Look, who said that the rat people can't put on the totemic armor? That's a complete lie! "
A rat god priest who had seventeen or eighteen strange horns on his head said in a provocative tone, "With the blessing of the rat god, the warrior who just attacked the city and captured the flag has successfully subdued the vile soul hidden in the totemic armor, and has become an invincible totemic warrior!
"In order to celebrate his victory and remember his glory, now, let us shout out the brand-new name of this warrior — — The Flag Seizer!"
The names of the high-level orcs were not the same throughout their lives.
Instead, at each stage of their lives, they had to create even more spectacular and glorious achievements than the previous stage. Only then would they have the right to change their name to be even more resounding than before.
If a high-level orc only used one name throughout his life …
This meant that in his life, he had never experienced any soul-stirring things that were worth remembering.
Even during his own funeral, he would be mocked by others.
To Tie Tou, the name "Flag Seizer" was just right.
For a period of time, the words "Flag Seizer" rose and fell in the Turan language, and they sounded like they were made of metal. They came out of tens of thousands of people's throats and rang through the entire camp.
Even the guards on the Hundred Blade Tower several kilometers away could hear their cheers. For a period of time, their expressions turned gloomy and dejected.
The sacrificial ceremony ended victoriously in an incredibly enthusiastic atmosphere.
Aside from Tie Tou, there were hundreds of rat people who fought incredibly bravely. They also received different levels of rewards.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm were among them.
The two of them could be said to have followed Tie Tou — no, followed the Flag Seizer to great heights.
They had no choice. After all, when the Flag Seizer fell from the city wall, the two of them followed him closely and shouted in his ears at the same time to summon his soul back.
The Flag Seizer had a deep impression of these two warriors who were "almost as brave as him".
Hence, Meng Chao, Hailstorm, and hundreds of people who had contributed to the war became the elites of the Great Horn Army, the Ancient Dream's blades, and members of the White Bone Camp.
They could finally leave the encirclement of Hundred Blade City and head to the more important battlefield.
The encirclement of Hundred Blade City was a war of attrition that would last for a long time. They left behind tens of thousands of corpses, and all they got was a fluttering flag.
If they wanted to completely conquer Hundred Blade City, they would have to leave behind tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of corpses.
This was a cruel and bottomless pit, so they could just use the corpses of normal rat people as cannon fodder to fill it up.
Elites like the Flag Seizer, Meng Chao, and Hailstorm, who had proven their courage, loyalty, and ability on the battlefield, should die in a more meaningful place.
The officer of the White Bone Camp who came to receive the newly promoted elites told them that they were about to carry out an even more difficult, glorious, and sacred mission.
They would ambush the elite troops of the Wolf Tribe who were rushing to reinforce Hundred Blade City!
"The Wolf Tribe is nothing to be afraid of. The Ancient Dream's Ancient Dream's Holy Maiden has long since destroyed them. They were also defeated by us in Hundred Blade City. Even their flag, which symbolizes their will and glory, was seized by us!"
The officer of the White Bone Camp swung the Wolf Fang Saber he had seized from the Wolf Tribe and shouted at the top of his lungs to boost morale. "Brave warriors of the White Bone Camp, let us gather our anger for thousands of years and deliver the final blow to these homeless dogs!"
They would fight against the elite troops of the Wolf Tribe in the wild.
This was something that the rat people two months ago, no, a month ago, did not even dare to dream of.
But the series of victories had gone to their heads, and the pride of joining the White Bone Camp had filled every vein and nerve in them. Especially under the encouragement of the flag seizer, who was "under the protection of the Rat God," all the new elites believed that even if they were destined to shed their last drop of blood before the sun rose tomorrow, the final victory would belong to the rat people, to the Ancient Dream's Holy Maiden, to the Bighorn Army, and to the great Rat God!
Moreover, what the officer of the White Bone Camp had brought was not just empty slogans.
Other than a full change of equipment, everyone was equipped with well-tempered full metal armor and weapons.
Other than that, there was also a supply of high-calorie food with a strange fragrance.
There was also a divine artifact from ten thousand years ago that the Ancient Dream's Holy Maiden had personally excavated from a lost temple.
At first glance, it was a statue of the Great Horned Rat God, which was half an arm tall and made of translucent white bones.
Between the intricate natural patterns on the statue, there was a faint flow of totemic power, but it gave off a feeling that this bone statue still had cell activity, as if it was still alive.
The officer of the White Bone Camp respectfully placed the bone statue on a temporary altar.
He also asked the elite rat people who had just joined the White Bone Camp to step forward, bite their index fingers one by one, and squeeze a drop of blood onto the bone statue.
The bone statue was as smooth as jade, and there were no tiny holes on its surface.
The moment the blood touched the bone statue, it did not stop or slide off. Instead, it seeped into the bone statue and disappeared without a trace.
Hundreds of elite rat people and hundreds of drops of blood gathered together would fill at least a large bowl.
Even after it was sucked dry, it only made the pair of vivid eyes on the bone sculpture slightly redden.
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