The Great Worm Lich Chapter 306 - Strength

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Now that they had executed the target he had planned to exterminate, Zhang Lisheng was extremely happy. He did not seem to pay any attention to the deliberate sarcastic remark in the Lord's words and said with a smile instead, "Your Lordship, you should think about this from another angle. If I had exerted my might in the battle just now and fought to my death. Wouldn't everyone's hopes turned into a bubble and all your efforts would have gone to waste if something unexpected happened to me?"

"Looking from this angle, you're indeed right. Sorry, I've been too rash, Your Excellency Dragon Fang!" The Lord became stunned and nodded after a moment of silence. Sighing, he said, "I really envy your good luck! You actually master the languages of these foreign world's aborigines, and you can even extract their power of faith! With these abilities in mind, you should be safe to harvest everything."

"You're beating around the bush to trap my words again, Your Lordship!"

"Do I still need to trap your words?" The Lord waved his hand and smiled. "You can call out the names of the two native tribes we captured clearly and even understand the bizarre customs of these natives. This means that you must have known the indigenous language of the island. As for extracting the power of faith, well, this is even more obvious. Without this ability, this transaction between us would not have happened at all, would they?"

"Now that I heard your explanation, these two points are indeed obvious!" Zhang Lisheng smiled noncommittally. He turned around and altered his transformation power to become Money Toad's power, before walking to the collapsed Mokacho totem pole and dug up a pit.

Over ten minutes later, after burying the dead guardian spiritual monster of the Mokacho tribe in the pit and pressed it with the totem pole, he faced the setting sun and walked back towards the Lord, "It's late now. Looks like we'll have no choice but to continue the rest of the job tomorrow. I'll go back to the gathering place first so let us bid goodbye here, Your Lordship!"

"You're going back to the gathering place tonight, too?" The tall Legender wrapped in the black rope was taken by surprise. "Is it safe to leave the harvest we have spent so much hard work to get in the jungle for the night?"

"Whether it's on Earth, or on this foreign world's island, other than me, everybody else can only use this large pillar as construction waste!" Zhang Lisheng pointed to the totem pole not far away and said, "Not mentioning that my companions will also look after them according to the division of our labor."

"You already have a companion, Your Excellency Dragon Fang?" The Lord was baffled and instinctively looked around. "It seems that you will not introduce us. It doesn't matter, as a Darkwalker, we have a long life, anyway. There are still many opportunities for us to know later."

A horrifying smile appeared on Zhang Lisheng's ferocious face, "You're right, Your Lordship, goodbye!"

Without warning, he leapt up high and disappeared into the air.

After the young man left, the Lord contemplated for a while before bringing all the Darkwalkers to leave the Mokacho tribe dwelling that had turned to become a ruin and disappearing into the jungle.

Soon after, the tens of thousands of Tudenan powerful warriors appeared in front of the Mokacho with their partners. Just like that, this ripe fruit called Mokacho fell into the mouth of Tudenan.

In the middle of the night, the cold and humid sea breeze penetrated the jungle and blew into Tudenan's dwelling. With the barbecuing of tens of thousands of bonfires, the warm and sweet smell of fresh blood rose and entered Zhang Lisheng's nostrils.

The source of the bloody smell was from the huge pool of blood soaking Kaqilu and Mokacho's totem poles by his right side.

Right now, this blood pool was full of thousands of unrecognized headless bodies of Kaqilu and Mokacho tribesmen who did not want to yield. However, most of the prisoners of war had chosen to yield and were now kneeling in front of Tudenan's totem pole in groups, offering their piety.

"Great Raider, the blood pools of Kaqilu and Mokacho had been dug up!" Seeing that it was the right time, the Tudenan headman kneeled at the foot of the tribal Raider and said respectfully.

Zhang Lisheng was opening a beautifully crafted animal skin bag and was fondling 50 pieces of large and small bleak-looking Gold Core that one could actually feel the richness contained in them if one were to examine them carefully. Zhang Lisheng, who had a heady expression on, snapped back to reality and longingly put away the bag before tying it carefully at his waist. Then, he stood up from the animal leather chair.

The two chief warriors who had three feathers on their heads at both of his sides immediately kneeled and presented two thick bark books.

The young man took the bark books and carefully flipped through them. Then, holding them in his hand, he strode to the pit that was already rippling with a shallow layer of blood and threw the books into it.

When the Kaqilu and Mokacho's tribal books of history fell into the blood pool, soaking the totem poles, they made a deafening roar together. Thick smoke billowed out of it and shrouded the totem poles in the pit before turning into a layer of fog.

Watching the tribes they were born and grew up in and the place they had dedicated all of their efforts in, would soon be annihilated irretrievably, most of the Kaqilu and Mokacho tribesmen that had converted to Tudenan could not help but had a sad look on their faces.

Under their sad gaze, the Kaqilu and Mokacho's tribal books of history disappeared without a trace. However, two long cuts still remained in place of the two totem poles.

At this time, the Tudenan's tribal book of history being enshrined on the altar suddenly shone brightly from the bark house. Accompanied by the sound of drums, billowing of horns, and the shouts of the warriors, it floated into the air.

In the splendid brilliance, an invisible big hand gently picked up the remnant of the Kaqilu and Mokacho's totem poles and connected them onto the thick Tudenan's totem pole.

Then, the invisible hand and began to re-mold the Tudenan totem pole. With a speed visible to the naked eye, the pole was pulled longer and rolled thinner. In the end, it became a giant pillar with a diameter of only about three meters but had a towering height of about 100 meters.

Many spiritual monsters and giant beasts on the Kaqilu and Mokacho's totem poles appeared on the newly born Tudenan's totem pole, Symbolizing the combination of the tribes. Not only that, there was even a mysterious pattern of an upside-down sharp knife that they had never seen before emerging on the highest top of the pole.

When the pattern appeared, a faint brilliance shone. Even though the brilliance was not strong, it was very dazzling, as though it was the crown of the pole.

"Iron knife tribe! Iron knife tribe…" The Tudenan's headman looked up at the 'knife pattern' and shouted in surprise, "We finally ascended! From now on, Tudenan is no longer a spear tribe but an iron knife tribe instead…"

Unable to hold himself back and cried out loud for a while, Tugra seemed to have snapped back to reality and quickly ran to the side of the pit. Crouching down at the feet of Zhang Lisheng, who once again opened the animal skin bag at his waist to look at the abundant Gold Cores, he shouted, "Wuna hoho! Great Tudenan Raider! It's you who covered the tribal totem in brilliance! Wuna hoho! Great Tudenan Raider! It's you who bring brilliant victory again and again to your pious believers! Wuna hoho! Great Tudenan Raider! You're the creator of the knife on the Tudenan's totem pole! You're Tudenan's only faith who is walking among us…"

As the headman kneeled and prayed, the Tudenan tribesmen comprised of several hundreds of thousands of people kneeled on the ground one after another, worshipping and chanting for a long time before they got up. Then, the tribal chiefs began to kiss the ground that had stepped on one by one according to their ranks before starting the second round of worship.

Zhang Lisheng, who had been accustomed to this feeling of being respected by thousands of people as well as the governing of fate and life of mortals, could already face all of this calmly without feeling taken aback.

Now, to him, the effect given to his heart by such a bustling situation of having nearly 300,000 people worshipping him in unison was far less tempting than either of the Gold Core in the animal skin bag he held in his hand.

After all, the 53 Gold Cores in the bag were taken from the powerful guardian spiritual monster of the Hellfire tribes. The smallest one was also about 50% larger than the Gold Core in the body of a newly formed spiritual monster. The two biggest pieces were almost three times bigger instead.

If he were to shatter these Gold Core to get his fragments, he should be able to get around 1,300 pieces. According to the transplant success rate of slightly over 20%, he could create an additional 300 Super Hellfiremen for the Tudenan tribe.

With the supports of these elite chief warrior who mastered powerful sorcery, along with the selected tens of thousands tribal warriors riding the giant millispiders, Tudenan would come to possess a strength to compete with all the strong enemies.

The moment he thought of this, he shut the animal skin bag in his hand and tied it back to his waist. Then, he looked at the aborigines that stretched out as far as the eyes could see, crouching at his feet and muttered to himself, "I've now repaired the last weakness already! But there are a lot of work for me to do next. Over 1000 transplants. It seems like it's not feasible for me to observe it carefully as I carry out the transplantation. It's a good thing that I already have a matured experience, so it should not be hard as long as I have a suitable workplace…"

When he reached here, he glanced at the Tudenan headman kneeling at his feet and said, "Tugra, tell the craftsmen to build a treehouse that can accommodate 50 stone platforms with the size of two-steps long and one-step wide. Place the stone platforms inside for me as I need to use them!"

The Raider's voice was not loud, but it still entered Tugra's ears clearly amid the loud prayer. The Tudenan headman, who was chanting with his head lowered, was taken by surprise as he raised his head to look at Zhang Lisheng. After nodding respectfully, he crouched back onto the ground and continued to mumble the prayers.

Because of the huge joyous event of being promoted from the spear tribe of the iron knife tribe, the Tudenan's prayer celebration lasted for a whole night. Because of this, it was only until the next night that all the conversions could be finally completed.

After taking over the two tribes of Kaqilu and Mokacho, the number of Tudenan tribesmen reached 282,790. Other than the craftsmen, this campaign nearly doubled the number of elite warriors armed with partners according to the ratio of adult men in the tribe of two warriors and three fishermen in every five men.

For this reason, in the days that followed, they carried out training exercises and selections intensely in the tribe. This time, they could implement another condition that was both cruel and lucky to the selection of the new chief warriors of the Tudenan tribe—that was, it was necessary for the warriors to draw lots to accept the 'gift ceremony' from the tribal Raider.

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