As the heavy rain slowly fell, the entire group that was participating in the sacrifice became somewhat silent. They all understood that the road ahead would be even more difficult.
The road before Giant God Peak was already dangerous enough. However, the road ahead would not be much better than before. Moreover, this sudden heavy rain made their road even more difficult.
These raindrops were extremely cold when they were in the air. After falling to the ground, they immediately turned into cold solid ice. Not only did this make their road more difficult to walk, but it also caused their body temperature to rapidly drop.
The group had no choice but to stop and set up tents on a relatively wide cliff to avoid the freezing rain that could kill them here.
"Damn it. Is this some devil trying to stop us from sacrificing to the gods?!"
A young man with oil paint on his face and an eagle tattoo on his body looked at the heavy rain in the sky and roared angrily. Previously, his younger brother slipped and fell off Giant God Peak. Even his corpse could not be found. He shouldered the heavy responsibility of replacing his younger brother and heading to Giant God Peak. However, he was trapped in this damned weather.
Another person frowned because of his anger. He was a devout believer and believed that everything was the work of the gods. No matter if it was difficult or beautiful, they only needed to accept it quietly.
"Do you mean to say that under the watchful eyes of the gods, there is a devil trying to harm us? This is a lifelong tempering. If we can't even overcome such difficulties, how can we possibly receive the favor of the gods? "
His voice was persuasive. As a result, the angry young man shut his mouth and no longer spoke. Seeing this, he coldly snorted. These young people always felt that they could easily receive honor and the favor of the gods. But why?
Why would those powerful gods care for them? Wasn't it because they were the strongest tribe? The people in their tribe were the best hunters and the best warriors. When the gods did not want to do anything, they could act and do things for them.
For this reason, those who participated in the sacrifice had to be the most outstanding people in the tribe. Only in this way could the gods choose warriors from their tribe, and not let the quota to serve the gods fall into the hands of other tribes.
Therefore, they had to be the best.
For this reason, he looked at the man who had saved the chieftain and was left behind by the chieftain's former eldest daughter, who was now able to allow the gods to appear in front of them and use her own flesh to transmit the gods' power to them as a sacrifice.
He had never seen such a warrior before. A good warrior should be able to be as powerful and unrestrained as a thunderbolt, able to greatly inspire the clansmen and intimidate the enemy. However, it was the first time he had seen such a silent and steady warrior. Just by looking at him, he felt as if a mountain was right in front of him.
The other party's exposed muscles were abnormally powerful, and he could only think of a kind of pure white rock. The scars on the other party's body were like marks marking the results of a battle, allowing one to know at a glance what kind of battle this person had experienced and what kind of test of life and death he had gone through.
The moment he saw the man, he gripped the spear in his hand tightly. He wanted to test this man of unknown origin so that he could stop him before he did anything bad.
Unfortunately, he found that he was unable to make a move.
His body and instincts were telling him that attacking this man would lead to unimaginable consequences.
He was not afraid of death. There was no doubt about that. The only thing he did not dare to imagine was the destruction of his tribe. His instincts were telling him that provoking this man would lead to the destruction of his tribe.
Moreover, this man was different from them. He was very sure of this. The way he looked at himself and everyone else was filled with pity and unwillingness. It was as if he wanted to save them, but for various reasons, he was unable to do so.
This was ridiculous because they did not need to be saved. They were about to be recognized and blessed by the gods through the sacrifice. Every warrior who participated in the sacrifice and ate the sacrifice would become powerful and fearless.
Their eyes would turn into the color of blood, their strength would increase, and pain would not be able to defeat them. This kind of power could make an excellent warrior become invincible. Before he died of old age, he could fight for countless benefits and food for the tribe.
However, this man pitied them who were about to receive the power of the gods. This made him very confused and a little disgusted.
However, if this man in front of him was going to receive the blessings of the gods, he found that he could not say a single word of objection. If this man could join their tribe and receive the power of the gods, then their tribe would be able to grow rapidly.
However, he also found that as the group stopped, this man became anxious. He was very curious about what this man had that could make him so anxious, so he asked.
"You, you look very anxious."
Li Ke looked at the man in surprise. The man's face was slightly deformed by the rain. He did not know why this man was talking to him, but he had no interest in answering. However, this man clearly did not intend to listen to his answer. Instead, he continued talking.
"Do you want to reach the peak as soon as possible? Don't worry. Even if we reach the Realm of the Gods early, we can't start the ceremony. We can only start when all the tribes are here. "
After saying this, he could not help but laugh.
"After all, if we don't have enough people, how can we be worthy of the gods?"
"Gods?" Li Ke shook his head. He would not extravagantly ask for the power of the gods. Although his future plans did require the power of those existences, he wanted to know what they were thinking, not to take their power for himself.
Moreover, he did not care about the power of the gods that these people spoke of. This was because the power they spoke of was not the power of the gods, nor was it something that could be praised.
It was a virus.
He could feel that there was something unnatural about them, including the so-called red-eyed warriors with the blessings of the gods. The reason why they became so powerful was not because they received power, but because they ate their own kind, causing their bodies to become ill.
Their minds would become excited, and their nervous systems would be severely damaged. As a result, they would lose most of their sense of pain. However, their brains would become excited, and at the same time, a part of it would be destroyed. This caused them to lose their fear of things that normal people would fear, and thus, they would fight without fear of death.
Although their power would increase, their lifespan would not exceed 40 years.
But Sheyan could not say anything against it. In this era, they needed such power.
He had just asked around. The man he saved was about 30 years old. He was a tribal chief who did not do much work, but his appearance was similar to that of a 50 year old man.
But even so, he could be considered to have a long lifespan, because there were not many tribal chiefs who could match his lifespan. The only tribal chief who had a longer lifespan than him was a tribal chief of a small tribe. He was only 4 or 5 years older than him.
Li Ke easily guessed who the tribal chief was. It was probably the white-bearded old man who forced Sauna of this era to become a sacrifice.
The lifespan of the people of this era was relatively short, probably less than 30 years old.
In such an era, naturally, people would not care about living less than 40 years old. The reason why he did not eat the food given by these people was definitely not because the food was not delicious.
He had eaten bugs and rats in the prison of the Noxus people, so why would he dislike the delicious jerky?
The reason was that the jerky was not something good. It was something they obtained from a defeated tribe.
It was so barbaric and uncivilized, but this was also a matter of course. It was different from Earth. From the moment the ancestors of mankind picked up tools, all life in this world ushered in a terrifying ruler. It was not quite the same as Earth.
This world had magic, and compared to the beasts, although humans had more rationality and more, they were not a match for the beasts in terms of magic.
In this era, humans were only at the bottom of the food chain. The beasts who were born with magic did not have lower intelligence than them, but their strength was far superior. The beasts could not resist at all.
In the eyes of many beasts, these weak beasts who knew how to hoard food were their granaries. They could go to their settlements at any time during the cold winter and snatch away the food that the humans had painstakingly hunted for winter. Then, they would devour the humans.
The only thing the humans of this era could do was to eat all the food they could find and use everything they could.
The 'diseases' that could increase their strength would naturally become the blessings of the gods.
However, if one were to say that the intelligent lifeforms of this era were as tough as them, that would not be the case. This was because Li Ke had sensed the aura of the Yodels. Based on his research and perception of the Yodels, he could easily see the appearance of Bandel City.
How should he put it?
The fruit that was picked one second would grow in the next second, and it would be unusually sweet. As long as one opened the cabinet, there would be good meat. No matter how many times one opened the cabinet, one would be able to get the meat one wanted.
A race born from the imagination of intelligent life lived a life countless times better than any other intelligent race in this world.
This was really an ironic reality.
"You don't care about God? Then why did you come here? "
The warrior heard Li Ke's indifference in his words, and he felt a little angry. He desired the power of God so much, but the person in front of him did not care. It was easy to get angry. This was also blasphemy against God.
"It's not that I don't care about God. I'm just thinking, does God really need us to do this?"
Li Ke shook his head. In order to not expose himself to the God of Time, he tried his best to reduce the chances of him being discovered. That was why he mixed into this tribe. Otherwise, he would have left by himself long ago.
After all, in this era, a person like him who could do things that countless mortals could not do alone was too eye-catching.
Although he did not know if this would be useful, judging from how blind the God of Time was …
There should be no problem.
StarCraft should not be free, even though there was no StarCraft in this world.
Li Ke cursed in his heart and stood up.
"I'm going out for a walk."
He did not want to have a conflict with the people of this era, so he left.
Every era had its own situation. All he could do was to do his own things well in his own era.
People in the future could only point fingers at their own future. People who pointed fingers at the past were either buzzing flies or cowards who did not have the heart to see the future.
He only came back for answers. He did not intend to change anything.
Walking out of the tent, the pouring rain did not leave a single mark on his cloak. This was a very normal thing.
It didn't matter if he was the titular emperor of Noxus, the leader of Piltwof, or even a god who walked on earth. It was impossible for his possessions to become useless.
If he really wore the so-called simple clothes, then some of his subordinates would be unlucky.
Especially the craftsmen responsible for his clothes. They would definitely be held accountable and encounter trouble that they should not have to face.
Therefore, the material used for his clothes was quite expensive and had all kinds of wonderful characteristics. Not getting wet by the rain was just the simplest effect. Even if he wore this gorgeous cloak in the summer, he could feel a heartfelt refreshing feeling.
This was also why he felt that the God of Time was blind. In an era where everyone else wore animal skins, he wore such a gorgeous cloak, yet the God of Time thought that he was fine …
In fact, this could no longer be explained by simply being blind.
However, what he saw next was something that he couldn't understand. In this freezing rain, the girl named Sertaka who invited him was kneeling quietly in the rain. She was only wearing some simple animal skin to cover her vital parts. There was nothing else on her.
She was praying, but her body was trembling non-stop. It was clear that in the face of this freezing rain, even an ascended Martial Queen couldn't treat it lightly.
"What are you doing?"
Li Ke walked over and could not help but ask.
"I want to ask the God to stop this rain. If this continues, all the tribes will not be able to make it in time for this sacrifice."
"The truth."
"My brother doesn't want me to reach the top of the mountain alive. He feels that if I become one of the God's people, I will harm him. So he wants to use my sister as a sacrifice. "
Li Ke was silent. In this situation where they could not guarantee their own survival, humans would still fight each other for an illusory reason, and even kill each other.
"So he made you wear this?"
The girl smiled, but there was some unwillingness on her face.
"But it's very pious, isn't it?"
Li Ke was silent for a moment, then took off his cloak and put it on the girl.
"You won't die."
She was the future Empress. According to history, the God would not let her die.
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