631 Doomsday of the small barbarian tribe (1)
In the blink of an eye, the tribe had been turned into a river of blood, and the ground was covered in torn corpses.
The Holy Dragon City cultivators moved like ghosts, the sabers in their hands flashing continuously. Every time the blade passed through an area, one or more barbarians would be killed!
The Barbarian tribe was thrown into a state of chaos after the sudden change. Screams and cries of alarm could be heard everywhere.
The Barbarian tribesmen kept running around in panic, but they fell under the blades of the Holy Dragon City cultivators one after another. There was no way to escape.
On the other hand, the eyes of the cultivators in the tribe were bloodshot. They roared in anger and charged at the Holy Dragon City cultivators with their weapons.
Unfortunately, these barbarian cultivators did not know how terrifying their enemies were. Furthermore, they were all the elites of the Holy Dragon City cultivators!
Compared to the cultivators of the Holy Dragon City, the strength of these barbarian cultivators was not just a little bit weaker.
Therefore, in front of the cultivators of the Holy Dragon City, they could not even withstand one move and were directly killed on the ground.
They were unwilling, angry, and in pain, but they were powerless to do anything. In the end, they died with their eyes wide open.
The old priest who had been hosting the ceremony roared in anger. The scales on his body burst with a blood-red light, and he suddenly stuck out his tongue at a Holy Dragon City cultivator.
A strange scene appeared. The old priest's tongue suddenly extended by more than a few meters, like a blood-red spear, and stabbed straight at the Holy Dragon City cultivators.
This meant that the old priest's bloodline ability had evolved, and it had derived a higher level ability.
Right now, he was using his own blood essence to activate this bloodline's innate ability in an attempt to kill the Holy Dragon City cultivator before him!
The Holy Dragon City cultivator who was attacked sneered. The saber in his hand glowed coldly and suddenly swept across the slender tongue that was filled with terrifying power.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a blade cutting through leather was heard. The old priest screamed in pain. His tongue, which could penetrate metal and stone, had been cut off by the sabers of the Holy Dragon City cultivators.
In the end, the Lord-tier cultivators were still stronger than the advanced bloodline!
The Holy Dragon City cultivator was unforgiving. The saber in his hand trembled violently, emitting the light of death. Then, his body flashed past the old priest like a Phantom.
Stopping his body, the Holy Dragon City cultivator shook off the blood on his blade and continued to charge at the next barbarian.
The priest's body turned stiff. He let out a 'clucking' sound and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face was full of pain.
It turned out that the priest's neck had already been cut off by the Holy Dragon City cultivators. Now, only a thin layer of skin was connected, and blood was spurting out.
He knelt on the ground and glanced at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him. He was looking at the totem statue carefully, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness and viciousness.
"Plop!"
As the worshipper fell to the ground, there were only a few barbarian tribesmen left in the small tribe.
it's just a small tribe. It doesn't have much value. There's no need to hold back!
A faint voice was heard, deciding the fate of the Barbarian tribe.
Tang Zhen did not look at the corpses that were lying in a pool of blood. Instead, he frowned as he looked at the totem in front of him. His eyes contained a pondering expression.
After a few breaths, Tang Zhen suddenly made a move and directly grabbed at the totem.
On the surface, it seemed as if he wanted to grab the totem. However, in reality, one of Tang Zhen's hands suddenly went deep into the dark World and landed on the totem. Then, he grabbed it with all his might.
A blood-curdling screech was heard. Then, a spirit body that was extremely similar to the totem and faintly exuded the aura of a Lord was forcefully pulled out from the totem stone statue by Tang Zhen.
This spirit body that was emitting a blood-red light was constantly struggling in Tang Zhen's hands. It tried to escape from Tang Zhen's control, but it was in vain.
The instant Tang Zhen grabbed hold of this spirit body, all sorts of emotions surged into his heart, causing a cold glint to flash within his eyes.
"If that's all you can do, you can just die!"
Tang Zhen coldly snorted. He casually took out the reincarnation mirror and directly threw the spirit body into it.
As long as the spirit body entered the reincarnation mirror, it would be impossible for it to escape. It could only be controlled by Tang Zhen. Whether it lived or died, it would only be a matter of a single thought.
After keeping the spiritual body, Tang Zhen glanced at the totem stone statue before keeping it in his storage space.
This kind of thing could be exchanged for battle merits. Only after killing all the Barbarian tribe members and controlling the totem spirit at the same time could one obtain the spoils of war that represented the extermination of the Barbarian tribe!
The Barbarian tribe in front of them had been completely annihilated by Tang Zhen!
He turned to look around and saw that the Holy Dragon City cultivators who had followed him had scattered. They were collecting the ornaments on the barbarians 'bodies to exchange for battle merits on the foundation stone platform.
The tribal decorations worn by these barbarians were like the identity cards of the residents of the tower City. If they were lost, they would be expelled by the spirit of the totem when they entered the tribe.
The spirit of the tribe's totems would not accept the prayers of the barbarians without ornaments and would not provide them with protection.
Therefore, the Barbarian tribesmen regarded this pendant as extremely important, as if it was their life. They would never let it leave their bodies unless they died or other special reasons.
Therefore, it was the most common practice for the cultivators in loucheng to take off this tribal ornament to exchange for battle merits.
As for the valuable spoils of war, the cultivators in loucheng would also collect them and split them equally after exchanging them for battle merits.
Of course, if he encountered an item that he liked, he could also let the cornerstone platform appraise it, and then deduct it from his own battle merits.
During this period, no matter if it was the battle merits earned or spent by the residents of the tower, they would all be stacked together. As long as they reached a certain number and killed another totem master, the tower would be able to level up smoothly.
Therefore, loucheng would encourage the residents to earn battle merits. In order to increase their enthusiasm for hunting, they even introduced many benefits. All they wanted was to speed up the accumulation of battle merits!
In the days to come, the Holy Dragon City would definitely introduce a corresponding encouraging mechanism to let the combat cultivators in the city enthusiastically kill the enemy!
After another ten minutes, the cultivators had finished cleaning up the battlefield and left.
It wouldn't take long for the smell of blood to attract a large number of monsters and beasts to devour the remains of the barbarians.
Before he left, Tang Zhen glanced at the Barbarian tribe and a strange expression flashed across his eyes.
This method of exterminating all seemed to be extremely cruel, causing Tang Zhen's heart to involuntarily ripple.
After all, he was the one who had initiated the massacre this time. Furthermore, there was no reason for it. It was purely to conquer and occupy.
Unless Tang Zhen knew the reason behind this kind of conquest and slaughter, he would still feel a knot in his heart even if he meticulously completed the loucheng upgrade mission.
It wasn't because he felt guilty about the killing, but because he felt ashamed and angry because he didn't know the specific details.
After all, there was definitely some earth-shaking secret that he was unaware of behind this kind of war. If he did not figure it out, Tang Zhen would always feel as though he was being perplexed by a fog.
As for exterminating these barbarians, Tang Zhen did not have too much of a psychological burden. After all, if the roles were reversed, the other party would similarly not have the slightest bit of pity.
Since he was involved in a game where his life was at stake, he had to be prepared to lose his life if he failed.
If he didn't want to die, he could only kill the enemy!
Therefore, if he didn't want his residents to be hurt, he must not show any mercy. Tang Zhen was very clear about this.
After all, the essence of the world of loucheng was to nurture Gu and plunder. Tang Zhen was powerless to change anything. He could only gradually adapt to this abnormal rule and explore the secrets behind it.
On the other hand, the cultivators of loucheng city did not feel sorry for the destruction of a barbarian tribe. Instead, they treated it as a normal thing.
Tang Zhen shook his head slightly upon seeing this. Soon after, he sighed softly. A determination that had never been seen before flashed across his eyes.
Since there was no way to change it, he would just let nature take its course and let himself become the strongest Gu worm!
In this way, he believed that he would break free from the rules one day and control the fate of himself and the residents of Lou city.
