Time flew by quickly. Unknowingly, more than 30 days had passed.
Early this morning, in a dark bark house that had just been built in the middle of the Tudenan tribe that occupied an unusually large area, 30 strong indigenous midgets kneeled in front of Zhang Lisheng and tried their best to stick their heads close to the cold ground as they bowed.
"There's only a 30% chance of passing the blessing ceremony alive. Have all of you thought it through?" The young man, who was wearing a green surgical gown and a mask, looked like a surgeon, asked as he washed his hands in the stone canal that was constantly flowing with running water.
"Great Raider, it's a great honor for us to be able to accept your blessing ceremony. Even if we have to pay the price of our lives, we're still willing!" The indigenous warriors kneeled and said.
"Even if we have to pay the price of our lives, we're still willing! Such sensational words must be a new phrase that Tugra taught you, right?" Zhang Lisheng muttered and pointed to the many stone platforms in the bark house before raising his voice. "All of you should have the medicine to take when you accept the blessing, right? Just find a stone platform and lie down with its back facing upwards. Take the medicine and we'll start the ceremony right away."
"Yes, Raider!" Upon hearing the Raider's order, the Tudenan chief warriors climbed up to the stone platform one after another and crouched down before carefully taking out a large bag of bitter white pills wrapped in bark paper from their waists. After chewing and swallowing them directly, they soon fell asleep.
"To use a sleeping pill that can make an elephant faint in order to anesthetize these Hellfire people? I really don't know how these midgets evolved …" After washing his hands, Zhang Lisheng turned to the aborigines who had already fallen down on the stone platform and began to carefully check their breathing. Not only that, he also shackled the aborigines' hands and feet.
After walking around and seeing that all of the aborigines had really lost consciousness, the young man nodded in satisfaction and walked to the stone table by the wall of the house. He pressed the button on the top of two cylindrical silver containers in succession.
The container split into a few petals like a blooming flower, revealing 30 Gold Core fragments that were shining brightly suspended inside.
"It's the last 30 pills now …" Zhang Lisheng whispered to himself. He picked up the syringe and walked to the nearest native warrior before injecting a full tube of stabilizer.
Then, he returned to the stone table again and put down the syringe. He picked up a fragment with a pair of pliers with one hand and a sharp scalpel with the other. Then, he walked up to the aborigine who had just been injected with the stabilizer and skillfully cut open the skin and flesh on his spine with one hand, revealing his spine. After breaking it, he placed a Gold Core fragment at the fracture without hesitation.
In the process of successfully transplanting the fragments for the nine Tudenan chief warriors last time, Zhang Lisheng realized that due to the lack of experimental materials, he and his supervisor had no choice but to use the same fragment for multiple transplants. In fact, they had made a very low-level common sense mistake, which was genetic infection.
Since the transplant of the Gold Core fragment was like an allogeneic organ transplant, the first condition for success was whether the recipient's rejection could be suppressed. Every time the fragment was transplanted, even if it was unsuccessful, it would inevitably be infected by the recipient's genes, causing the success rate of the next transplant to become smaller and lower accordingly.
In such a situation, Stephen could still develop a mature stabilizer to ensure the success of the autotransplantation of the Gold Core fragment, and Zhang Lisheng had even improved this stabilizer to suit the physique of the Hellfire tribesmen. Other than a miracle, there was no other way to describe this. Even so, the fragments used in all of their successful transplant cases were all brand new and uninfected.
"I've used 1380 Golden Core fragments in thirty days. It's really tiring and exciting.
If we'd had so many experimental materials earlier, my supervisor and I wouldn't have made such an obvious idiotic mistake.
However, if we didn't make any mistakes, perhaps the effective stabilizer wouldn't have been born instead. Don't most of the great scientific discoveries rely on good luck? "Zhang Lisheng muttered in a low voice amidst the ear-piercing wailing. After placing the last fragment into the aborigine's white bone marrow with a pair of tweezers, he breathed a long sigh of relief and retreated to the wall to look at the tragic scene in the bark house.
Under his sweeping gaze, a midget warrior whose body had expanded to become more than three meters tall with muscles bulging like earthworms suddenly burst open with a 'pop' sound. Before his flesh and blood could even land on the ground, it had already evaporated into ashes.
As time passed by slowly, 21 of the 30 powerful Tudenan chief warriors turned into ashes and dissipated without a trace. The remaining nine, on the other hand, persevered and fell into a long sleep of transformation.
The success rate was exactly 30%. In the absence of an improved stabilizer, the only possibility for the success rate of the fragment transplantation to rise from 25% to 30% was the influence of psychological factors.
In other words, due to the increasing number of Super Hellfiremen who had successfully transplanted the Gold Core fragments, the Tudenan people who had received the transplantation had more and more confidence in the Raider's blessing, causing the success rate of the transplantation to continue to rise. This was the same principle as taking a placebo that had no effect at all could sometimes cure a disease.
Of course, this kind of improvement was purely psychological. There would always be a limit. When the success rate had increased to 30%, it had already reached its peak. Even so, it still allowed the number of Tudenan chief warriors who had obtained extraordinary power to reach an unexpected 400 people.
"This time, there are nine chief warriors who have successfully received the blessing. Send them to the pool to soak." After looking at the surgery results, Zhang Lisheng walked out of the wooden house and stretched his body under the warm noon sun. Then, he ordered the tribal choresman chief who was waiting by the side and bowed his fat waist deeply.
"Yes, Sir!" Upon hearing that the tribal Raider had actually personally ordered him to do something, the choresman chief appeared to be a little excited. He hurriedly winked at a group of sturdy indigenous women not far away and quickly walked into the treehouse.
Zhang Lisheng, on the other hand, strolled casually in the tribe and asked the Tudenan headman who was following by his side, "How is it, Tugra? Is there any new movement from those tribes who are said to want to challenge us?"
"No, Great Raider. They're afraid of the powerful force that you've successively conquered the two powerful tribes, Kaqilu and Mokacho. Even though they said that they've formed a coalition, they're actually still cowering in fear," Tugra replied respectfully in a tone filled with contempt towards the enemy.
Ever since more than ten Tudenan chief warriors who had mastered the power of spellcasting began to awaken one after another, the tribal headman's originally worried expression began to relax.
"How many times have I told you? It's not me who conquered Kaqilu and Mokacho …" Zhang Lisheng waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you can say whatever you want about this matter.
I've calculated it before. Right now, the tribal hunting ground is already close to one-sixth of the entire island. If we want to be completely safe, we must occupy at least one-third of the island's territory.
Since those tribal coalition forces don't come looking for us, we'll go look for them instead. Get ready! By the time all the chief warriors who have gone through the blessing ceremony awaken, we'll go and greet all the Hellfire tribes on this island who are hostile to Tudenan! "
Usually, if it was not for the special circumstances, the spiritual monsters who guarded the Hellfire tribes would actually rarely be willing to fight to the death.
Not only that, even if a tribe had completed its expansion, it would often take ten or even a hundred years to lay a solid foundation. These two points made it so that even though there would be wars between the Hellfire tribes from time to time, a real war of conquest was rare.
However, to Tudenan, the situation was completely different. First of all, its Raider could use the strange biological knowledge to transplant the spiritual monster's Gold Core fragment to create Super Hellfiremen, allowing the war dividends to be realized in a very short time.
Secondly, all the power of this tribe was concentrated in the hands of one person without any constraints.
Lastly, it had sufficient food sources to raise powerful war mounts and implement the separation of soldiers and civilians, greatly reducing the number of warriors who needed to go to the battlefield. The corresponding spellcasting power required was also greatly reduced, but its combat power was greatly increased.
In short, as long as there was a sufficient foundation, Tudenan could completely transform into a ferocious war machine and rampage on the island.
On the other hand, the Gold Cores contributed by the Kaqilu and Mokacho tribes that were transformed into fragments and successfully transplanted into the bodies of the 400 Tudenan chief warriors had given this tribe the foundation they needed.
From the Raider's urgent need for the spiritual monster's corpses and his solemn order to carefully deal with it, combined with the fact that he had carried out the blessing ceremony for thousands of times in succession after the destruction of Kaqilu and Mokacho, Tugra had already guessed that the so-called blessing should be related to the spiritual monster's corpses. He had also vaguely seen through the key of the matter.
For this reason, when this cautious Tudenan headman heard Zhang Lisheng's order, he immediately changed his usual behavior and replied sincerely, "Yes, Great Raider! I'll pass down your order now and let all of the tribal warriors get ready!"
"Don't be so hasty. Those blessed chief warriors will only wake up in a month. During this period, I plan to leave the tribe for a while so it's better for you to wait for my return before preparing for the war.
Right now, the longest interval is two days, but there are already 12 to 13 chief warriors who have mastered the spellcasting power waking up. I think that even if the tribal coalition forces suddenly attack after a few more days, it would still be impossible for them to defeat Tudenan. "
"Please rest assured, Great Raider. Even the strongest Kamando tribe on the island does not have 40,000 elite warriors riding on the giant millispiders. With the blessing of sorcery, we're invincible!"
Kamando was the tribe that the group of ferocious aborigines that Zhang Lisheng encountered on the beach when he first mistakenly entered Shrimp B1 Island on the Elizabeth Holiday.
This tribal island was located in a remote corner and occupied one-third of the hunting ground of Shrimp B1 Island. It had more enemies than Tudenan and was far away from Tudenan. There were three to four powerful feuding tribes in between so it was impossible for them to join any tribal coalition. Tugra was only using it as an example purely to describe it.
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