The aborigine warrior who beheaded himself under the totem pole was Turaru, who was the first person in the Tudenan tribe to successfully accept Zhang Lisheng's Gold Core fragment transplant.
In just over a year after obtaining the spellcasting power, this originally ordinary indigenous warrior, under the favor of the tribal Raider, rose like a whirlwind by relying on his own bravery and piety and became one of the 20 four-feathered chief warriors whose position was second only to the headman in Tudenan.
It was also because of this luck that Turaru had become Zhang Lisheng's first fanatic believer in the Tudenan tribe's battle to conquer Kaqilu.
At that time, this devout believer had already made a vow that after Tudenan had conquered the entire island, he would sacrifice his life to make a speech to change the name of the tribe and Shrimp B1 Island to Zhang Lisheng, so that his living faith could successfully take the most crucial step to become the Hellfire's guardian spiritual monster's highest position, the Island God.
This time, when the time came, he actually summoned his courage to sacrifice his life without hesitation.
This kind of devout faith was undoubtedly inspiring, but Zhang Lisheng had no idea about Turaru's tortuous and touching psychological journey. What the young man saw was that the Tudenan chief warrior whom he valued the most inexplicably told him to let Tudenan and Shrimp World No. 2 be named after him after he descended from the sky.
Then, he kneeled at his feet and kissed his instep before suddenly running to the totem pole to cut off his head.
"Tugra, am I seeing things? This is really inexplicable! Why would Turaru suddenly cut off his own head? He's crazy …" After being stunned for a while, Zhang Lisheng said with his eyes wide open.
Just as he was asking, two aborigine chief warriors with feathers on their heads suddenly climbed up from the soil not far away. With their ugly wrinkled faces flushed, they walked up to Zhang Lisheng respectfully and kissed the footprint that he had just stepped on. Then, they said in unison, "Great Raider, you're the only ruler and the source of glory of the tribe!
Your devout servant, Hetus (Mandoli), is willing to pray to the gods and change 'Tudenan' to 'Zhang Lisheng' and name the island under our feet with this name … "
After that, the two young chief warriors stood up from the muddy ground and came to the totem pole. They knelt on the ground like Turaru, stretched their necks, pulled out their sabers from their waists, and chopped off their own heads with the back of their hands.
The victims appeared one after another. This time, Zhang Lisheng realized that things were not that simple. Lowering his voice, he asked the tribal headman, "Changing the tribe's name to my name? This is really strange. Tugra, is this a traditional ritual of the Hellfire people?"
"Yes, Great Raider!" The Tudenan headman crouched on the ground and buried his head deep into the soil as he replied, "This is the rarest traditional ritual in the Hellfire. It can only be carried out by the tribal chief warrior and headman. The method is just like what you've seen. After praying to Heaven, we'll chop off our own heads and use our blood and soul to pray to Heaven to let the tribe be reborn …"
Tugra's words were euphemistic, but after Zhang Lisheng pondered over it for a while, he suddenly realized that the bloody ritual in front of him was actually the process of the Hellfire tribe's self-reformation.
After the young man figured it out, he saw that more and more tribal chief warriors had already chopped off their heads under the totem pole after kissing his footprints while he was lost in his thoughts.
The more than ten heads rolling messily in the pool of blood did not seem to have any effect on the totem pole at all. He could not help but frown as he asked, "Tugra, how many tribal chief warriors would die in order to complete this so-called 'rebirth' ritual that you mentioned?"
"Great Raider, this ritual is the only ritual in the Hellfire tradition where the mortals pray to Heaven instead of the tribal guardian spiritual monster or the gods.
It's impossible to guess whether it will be blessed by Heaven or not. " Tugra only felt a chill on his neck. He hated Turaru who stirred up trouble but he still answered respectfully and meekly on the surface.
When Zhang Lisheng heard these words, he muttered to himself with a strange expression, "Instead of saying that this is a 'prayer', it's more like using life and blood as a soft threat.
If I'm Heaven, I won't succumb to the will of the mortals even if I have to watch thousands of chief warriors die. Is it worth it to make such a sacrifice to gamble on an unknown result … "
Tugra swallowed a mouthful of saliva and became silent for a while. After summoning his courage, he finally told the truth and whispered in a deep voice, "Great Raider, according to the merits you've made to the Tudenan tribe, you should have long obtained a higher title of 'Conqueror'. However, the grace of Heaven has yet to arrive, so perhaps the only solution is to let the tribe be reborn.
This kind of 'rebirth' ritual is different from a sacrifice. Even the soul must be voluntarily sacrificed, and it can only be carried out by the chief warriors and headmen who have a high status in the tribe. It only appears in legends so I didn't mention it before. Now that it has appeared, it's worth the gamble no matter how big the price is. "
"Is that so, Tugra? Alright then, just based on this sentence of yours alone, I'll never force you to chop off your own head." Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a while before pondering over it carefully. Then, he sighed and said, "Then let us wait patiently to see if we win or lose this gamble …"
Upon hearing the young man's words, Tugra's tensed body relaxed right away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he still did not feel assured and explained, "Great Raider, the first key to the tribe's' rebirth 'ritual is the voluntary sacrifice of the soul.
Second, the 'posture' of the ritual prayer must be correct. We must chop off our own head with just one slash. People like me won't be of any use even if I sacrifice myself under the totem pole. "
"Is that so …" Zhang Lisheng casually replied. When the Tudenan's Raider and the tribal headmen were whispering to each other, more than 20 native chief warriors sacrificed their souls and lives.
These powerful warriors were all Super Hellfiremen who had successfully transplanted the Gold Core fragment. There were only more than 2,000 of them among the millions of Tudenan people. Even though Zhang Lisheng was reluctant to admit it, he could not help but feel a little frightened by the increasing number of sacrifices.
Fortunately, because tonight was the night when the Tudenan tribe had occupied the entire Shrimp B1 island and digested all the fruits of victory, they were on the right track. Under the situation where there were no foreign enemies on the island, all of the tribal chief warriors gathered in the ancestral land to celebrate so that they could cope with this kind of sacrifice with the greatest number.
As time passed by slowly, under the illumination of the firelight, the blood river that appeared to be bright red and dazzling to the eyes, and the tribesmen who were gradually shouting themselves hoarse but were still shouting and praising with all their might. Bewitched by the crazy atmosphere, the 80% loyalty in the hearts of the chief warriors turned into 100% at once. More and more Super Hellfiremen died under the totem pole.
50, 100, 150, 200 …
The number of deaths gradually increased to the point that it was numbing. After more than 300 Super Hellfiremen's brains fell to the ground, Zhang Lisheng gritted his teeth and said, "Tugra, nearly 15% of the tribe's spellcasting power has been inexplicably consumed. I hope that this kind of sacrifice is really worth it …" Out of sight, out of mind, he closed his eyes.
Tugra, who was kneeling at the young man's feet, was immersed in the blood and secretly looked at the corpses piled up like a mountain under the totem pole that towered into the clouds 30 to 40 meters away. His face gradually turned pale as he said in a daze, "Great Raider, God loves the Hellfire people. He will listen to the prayers of the powerful Hellfire warriors with their lives and souls. He will, he will …"
The tribal headman's words made Zhang Lisheng's heart jolt. The fact that the Hellfire tribe could survive for tens of thousands of years and occupy a rich island chain with a land area of more than 10 million square kilometers as their living place, in terms of civilization, they were indeed very lucky.
If there really was an extraordinary overlord in the Shrimp World No. 2, then it would not be an exaggeration to say that the Hellfire people were taken care of by this overlord.
Putting everything else aside, just the fact that the Emperor Molasses would fall on the Hellfire Archipelago every few decades and give birth to tens of thousands of spiritual monsters to act as their guardians was enough to explain everything.
"God loves the Hellfire people …" The more Zhang Lisheng thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. "Come to think of it, God really loves you Tugra.
Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself, "Come to think of it, God really loves you, Tugra. Could it be that the spiritual monsters, the tribal totem pole, and the tribal book of history are all arranged by a powerful existence with unpredictable power? The key is the spiritual monsters. Without those strange creatures, I'm afraid that the Hellfire people would never be able to become the overlord of the archipelago.
Spiritual monsters, spiritual monsters … The reason why the spiritual monsters are willing to protect the Hellfire people is because of the power of faith, the power of faith … "
After pondering for a long time, he still could not find any connection between the spiritual monsters and the power of faith with the foreign world's overlord. Rubbing his brows, the young man no longer continued with this train of thought. Instead, he recalled the reason why he rushed back to Tudenan overnight this time was to try to use the Witchcraft's Gate of Sacrifice's method to make use of the Hellfire people's power of faith.
Although they were both branches of witchcraft, the cultivation of the Gate of Sacrifice and the Gate of Death were completely different. After becoming a wizard in the Gate of Death, the wizard would first refine the wizard gu to help him and then incorporate the wizard gu into his body to transform and become a Grand Wizard. His power would always be contained in his flesh and blood.
The Gate of Sacrifice, on the other hand, was initially used to condense the soul and strengthen the consciousness. The wizard's own soul would devour the beast's soul and transform into a beast using a mysterious spell. After that, he would choose a certain wizard or ancient god to worship and communicate with them. After that, his mind would enter his body to obtain the power to cast the omniscient power of the god he worshipped. The wizard power that he obtained from the cultivation would all be circulated in his soul.
One of the two pursued the surging power in the flesh and blood while the other pursued the mighty power in the soul. They were basically two different systems. When Lisheng had just obtained the Gate of Sacrifice's secret method in China, he realized that his Gate of Death's Rank-9 Wizard's power and the Gate of Sacrifice's inheritance could not resonate at all. However, due to the limitation of the environment at that time, he did not really settle down to study it. Now that he recalled it, he could not help but sink into deep contemplation.
Just as the tribal Raider was letting his imagination run wild, tiny cracks began to appear on the tribal totem pole that was soaked in the blood of 400 to 500 Tudenan powerhouses.
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