In the dark and lightless swamp, the thirty short Corpse Puppets were like marionettes controlled by an invisible steel wire in the air. Their movements were stiff as they gathered together, slowly separating to the front, back, left, and right. Finally, they were barely able to arrange themselves into a formation that was neither fish nor fowl.
After that, these corpses that pretended to be alive stepped on the mud that did not reach their knees and staggered towards the Menger tribe.
The closer they were to the tribe, the louder the ear-piercing 'tss tss …' sound that the Corpse Puppets made when they moved unscrupulously in the swamp, gradually suppressing the roars of the wild beasts in the distance.
All of a sudden, in the darkness, a few wooden spears with sharp metal heads on the top cut through the night sky and plunged into the swamp with a 'swoosh', almost sticking close to the toes of the Corpse Puppet at the front, blocking the path of those corpses.
At the same time, a fierce loud voice resonated, "This is the territory of the Menger tribesmen! Tell us why you're here! Otherwise, watch out for your heads!"
The fierce threat reverberated in the swamp and the effect was unexpectedly good. Before the voice could even finish its words, the 30 Corpse Puppets that had their faces hidden in the darkness stopped and suddenly fell into the swamp one by one.
The sudden change made the swamp regain its silence. After a gust of cold wind blew, the loud voice resonated again, "Don't play these ridiculous tricks anymore!
The cold Menger tribesmen will not have a trace of mercy! If you still don't get up from the ground, I'll use the spear to pierce your heart directly! "
In the second threat of the loud voice, the corpses that fell on the mud began to squirm one by one, letting out a faint murmur of 'Ahhhhh …' from their mouths.
After a while, no spears flew out from the darkness. Instead, two warriors who looked extremely agile jumped out from their hiding place and lit their torches before slowly approaching the figures struggling in the swamp.
After seeing the faces of the Corpse Puppets with the help of the torches, the slightly older warrior who was investigating suddenly became stunned and shouted, "It's really Rumen! I've already said that it looks like Rumen and the others, but all of you didn't believe me!
Right now, there are violent beasts everywhere on the island, so how can there still be people running around?
Oh, ancestors, and leader Na Tuo, they are all poisoned. Quickly take out the 'python gallbladder'. " He took out a piece of black animal liver and ran to the side of the squirming human figures. After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed it into the mouth of the leader of the aborigines with a gray feather on his head.
"Is it the hunting team led by Chief Natto? They actually came back, but why did they come back so late? And why didn't they blow the horn?"
"Poisoned. Didn't you hear what Gru said? They were poisoned.
Nabu, come to think of it, you actually threw a javelin at one of our warriors and threatened to pierce his heart … "
"How do I know that's Leader Nato? Speaking of which, if it weren't for Gru's good eyesight, perhaps we would have been hung on the tree in humiliation for accidentally killing the leader tomorrow." Hearing the call of the older warrior, more than twenty tribal guards rushed out from the dark and began to rescue the Menger hunters who had died long ago.
"30 of our compatriots were poisoned, but only 27 rescuers came out. In other words, there are less than 30 Menger guards even though all of them are here. What a confident tribe!" Hiding in the branches at the top of the tree, Zhang Lisheng smiled in satisfaction as he watched the noisy rescue scene in the distance. For the sake of insurance, he commanded the three Corpse Puppets that nobody cared about to self-destruct at the same time.
"Leader Nato is already dead. He must have relied on his strong will to finally bring the hunting team back to the tribe."
"Lumen is not breathing either. Sigh, since the python gallbladder that they brought can't detoxify the poison, of course, our python gallbladder can't save their lives either."
"Kalufi is dead …"
"Ancestor's soul, Nuxi is also dead. Who? Is there any hunter who is still alive?" Upon hearing the death news one after another, a tribal guard finally felt that something was wrong. He dropped the bodies of his tribesmen and stood up in the swamp.
He looked around at his companions in panic, and suddenly saw three bulging balls floating in the muddy water.
Instinctively feeling a jolt in his heart, the only vigilant person shouted loudly, "Be careful, there's something strange …"
Unfortunately, it was already too late. The three Corpse Puppets that had transformed into big balls had already expanded to the limit of the red and blue fog rolling in the leather pouch. With a faint 'pop pop …' sound, they suddenly exploded.
In an instant, the storm swept across the swamp with a radius of 100 meters from different directions and corroded the 27 Menger guards into a pool of meat sauce.
"Even though these short supernatural realm's natives are strong, after they've been refined into Corpse Puppets, the power of their self-destruction is actually not as good as an ordinary person. Fortunately, it's still enough." After clearing the Menger tribal guards with a trick, Zhang Lisheng climbed down the tree briskly and commanded the remaining 27 Corpse Puppets to stand up shakily in the mud. He continued to act as the vanguard and walked deeper into the Menger tribe.
There were no more sentries or guards appearing along the way. After walking slowly and stiffly for more than ten minutes, the Corpse Puppets came to a spacious open space that was brightly lit.
Zhang Lisheng, who had shrunk his body and was hiding far away behind the treehouse at the edge of the tribe, looked at the tens of thousands of aborigines surrounding a huge totem pole that had a diameter of more than one meter and a height of 12 to 13 meters as they muttered and worshiped. Suddenly, a pang of realization hit him as to why the Menger tribe's guards were so lax tonight.
As long as there were 1,000 Hellfire tribesmen kneeling devoutly in front of the totem pole and the tribal book of history, the tribe would be able to avoid the impact of the beast tide. However, it did not mean that the tribe would only have 2,000 people kneeling during the ceremony.
With the Hellfire tribesmen's generally blind and superstitious attitude, they would naturally gather as many people as they could to kneel and worship on the day of the god's manifestation.
In particular, the entire Hellfire Archipelago was filled with wild beasts. Other than an anomaly like him, it was impossible for anyone else to think of launching a war of conquest.
When Zhang Lisheng understood this, he secretly rejoiced that his luck was good. At the same time, he commanded the Corpse Puppets to jump stiffly and rush into the crowd of people kneeling to begin their self-destruction performance.
When the Menger warriors saw the intruders who were covered in mud and whose faces could not be seen charging into the tribe's sacred prayer ceremony, they howled in rage. Grabbing the weapons beside them, they climbed up from the ground and thrust out the spears in their hands.
At this time, even if there were some close tribesmen who recognized the identity of the hunters who had already turned into Corpse Puppets, nobody dared to plead for them. Offending the god was already an unforgivable sin no matter what the reason was.
However, to everyone's surprise, when the spears pierced the intruders' bodies full of holes, they did not wail and die. Instead, they rapidly expanded and turned into two balls that were as tall as two people before exploding abruptly, turning all the attackers around them into soft flesh that flowed everywhere.
"Dodge! Those people have been contaminated by sorcery …"
"Ancestor's soul, please protect your descendants! T-These cursed monsters …"
"Make way! Make way for me! This must be the mainlander's attack!
If I'm killed by this sorcery, my soul will definitely be captured by the mainlander's evil god … "The explosion of a human sac took away the lives of 50 to 60 Menger tribesmen who were standing around densely. If this continued, at least one to two thousand Menger tribesmen would die after the self-destruction of the 27 Corpse Puppets. Not only that, but the panic caused might cause more serious damage to this tribe.
At such a critical moment, a young man with delicate facial features and a forehead densely covered with fine black scales walked out of the huge bark house next to the Menger totem pole. He was wearing a very soft tanned crimson animal skin robe.
Looking at the chaotic scene on the ground, he furrowed his brows and bared his sharp teeth as he roared, "Do not panic, people of Menger. Stand where you are. I, your Maintainer, Kamanesi Cuttlefish, will save you …"
When the young man was roaring, all of a sudden, the ground under the feet of all the remaining Corpse Puppets rose rapidly to form a high square platform that lifted those dangerous meatballs into the air.
Then, four solid stone slabs suddenly grew out from the edge of the square platform made of mud and placed the Corpse Puppets inside like a box, causing the 'popo …' meatballs that continued to self-destruct to no longer cause any harm to the Menger tribesmen.
The person who used a clever and simple spell to easily resolve the killing move that Zhang Lisheng had painstakingly laid out was a tall and sturdy burly man whose skin was exactly the same as a rough raw stone but appeared to be softer.
He followed the footsteps of the young man wearing a leather robe and walked out of the bark house with a stiff smile on his face. "Cuttlefish, I realized that you've become even more long-winded and comical after your trip to the Kattaman City State.
The people of Menger … I really don't know how you came up with such a name. "
"Shut up, Rockface! Ten years ago, if it wasn't for you and the shoal of fishes who came uninvited, I would have long become the Remodeler of Menger. If I could monopolize everything in the tribe, who the hell would go to the Kattaman City State to make a deal with those damn mainlanders?" Upon hearing the burly man's ridicule, the young man roared in anger.
"But if it wasn't for the shoal of fishes who brought you to the island, you might still be a spiritual monster that doesn't even know how to speak and only knows how to swim in the ocean and eat raw fish," The burly man retorted without any hesitation.
When the two living faiths of Menger were quarreling, a heart-palpitating buzzing sound resonated in the air of the tribe. Then, hundreds of ugly flying insects that had a body the size of a human head, with a cone-shaped tail stinger on their buttocks, flapping their four pairs of thick green wings that were faintly penetrating, swooped down.
In the face of the attack of the strange insects, Rockface clenched his fists and did not show any surprise at all. Cuttlefish, on the other hand, directly took off his red leather robe. "Looks like the guests who visit tonight are good at manipulating corpses and poisonous insects. Their attacks can be considered as having three attributes of physics, sorcery and poison. Rockface, since you've fought the first round, just leave the second round to me."
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