The appearance of the Supreme Oracle also made the tribesmen understand the function of the Walker Altar. It turned out to be used for job transfer, and the tribesmen immediately went crazy.
The clergy professionals in every tribe are well-deserved high-level people, nobles, and proper senior figures. If you want to become a clergy profession, you must gain the favor of the gods. There are not many opportunities. Many people have no hope of becoming a clergy profession in their lives.
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The appearance of the altar has given them new hope. If you want to become a clergy professional, climb up and climb up. The moment you stand on the altar, you will succeed.
Countless people began to swarm up towards the altar, but the altar was miniature and could only accommodate one person climbing at a time. They had to go up the steps, no more, no less, and they were not allowed to take two steps at a time. Keep your feet on the ground.
, you can’t take any tricks and move forward on thorns and sharp stones.
Can thorns and stones prevent people from becoming strong?
Of course not, primitive people wouldn't care. They lined up, strode up the steps of the altar, and headed upward.
The tribesmen ignored one thing, that is, the altar was set up by a novice and was produced by the system. How could it be so simple? The seemingly ordinary thorns and stones are made of divine power, and their lethality is different from that of normal thorns and stones.
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The moment he stepped on it, his flesh and blood became blurred, and the pain penetrated to the bone marrow. The sole of his foot was pierced, and blood spattered along the wound and flowed onto the steps. The confident tribesmen suddenly howled miserably.
Even so, they were still unwilling to give up. While howling miserably, they tried their best to lift their feet up, and then were impaled again.
After just a few steps, he could no longer move forward and fell from the altar path.
The fallen tribesman was disheartened. His foot was injured. In this era of lack of medicine, this kind of injury is easy to get infected, and death will be waiting for him.
But miraculously, when he fell to the ground, he felt no pain.
"Ah~~~Huh? Uh-huh?" The tribesman who fell on the altar howled a few times and suddenly froze. He sat up from the ground, lifted his feet and looked at the soles of his feet. There were any wounds there.
It turned out to be intact. He scratched his head in confusion: "What's going on?"
He looked up at the path to the altar, where tribesmen were lined up in a row, each one screaming loudly and climbing up, and from time to time someone would fall down.
The person who landed on the ground was in the same state as him. He was wailing loudly, then stopped, and looked around blankly.
"Pfft..." The first tribesman who fell suddenly laughed out loud. He quickly covered his mouth and looked around. He found that no one noticed him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at the other injured people.
, this kind of thing is very unpopular.
He might be beaten. Unfortunately, no one would come to see him at this time. They were all staring at the altar.
More and more people climbed onto the altar, and then fell down screaming.
The first tribesman who fell was still very smart. He discovered something that others did not notice, that is, all the priests did not appear. They stayed far away and looked at them, ordinary tribesmen, with great joy.
Climbing the altar, there was no intention of stepping forward.
"What's going on?" The tribesman blinked and thought about it.
It must be that the altar does not allow them to climb, right? He thought this way.
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The tribesmen were suddenly stunned for a moment, climbing?
He looked at the soles of his feet. There were no wounds, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He was not injured, which meant that he could still move as he pleased, and he could definitely climb for the second time!
Why wait? Come on!
He stood up, rushed towards the altar, and climbed onto the altar again.
This time he was even worse. He only climbed two steps before he fell down in pain. The pain this time was far worse than the first time, and it even spread to his waist, making him unbearable.
"Why?" The tribesman who fell again looked confused. Why is this happening?
He couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it anymore, so he got up and rushed forward again.
This time it was even more tragic. He fell down just as he stepped on the steps of the altar. The pain was unbearable for him.
"Why!!!" He fell again, causing the tribesman to collapse and scream wildly, attracting frequent glances from the people around him.
"The faith is impure."
The tribesman never expected that his actions would actually receive a response. Faintly, he heard the voice of the gods and saw the phantom of the gods.
There was indifference in the god's eyes, looking at him indifferently, like looking at an ant.
This god is also one of Xiaobai's subordinates, but Xiaobai doesn't know him. He doesn't know what level of follower he is, and it's not worth Xiaobai getting to know.
But the altar gave him a warning. He had always believed that even if his tribesmen did not have fanatical faith in him, they still believed in him devoutly. However, the tribesmen kept falling and gave him a slap in the face.
These one hundred and eight steps must be climbed with faith. The higher the degree of faith, the lower the damage caused. If the faith reaches a level of piety, then it will not even cause damage.
But the tribesman he faced was smart, but his faith was too low. He fell down the stairs before climbing a few steps, which made him angry.
Looking at the other tribesmen climbing the stairs with bared teeth, he was even more chilled. No one could reach the top of the altar? Who are my followers?
At this moment, the spirit saw a young man in the crowd. This young man looked ordinary and was dressed in ordinary clothes. No, it should be said that his clothes were ragged. He was completely incomparable with other tribesmen. He was very thin, with a sallow complexion and skinny muscles. He looked like he had no nutrition.
He had a bad appearance, but what caught the attention of the gods was his eyes, which were very indifferent and calm.
He had been standing there for a long time without fighting with anyone, and seemed very generous.
This young man was quite interesting, and the gods dared to look at him with interest.
Finally, the young man was reached in line. He stepped forward with bare feet and looked at the low steps, which were covered with a layer of thorns.
The young man closed his eyes and prayed silently.
Along with the young man's prayers, a power of faith reached the gods. The gods' eyes widened. This was a lot of power of faith.
Just when the god was surprised, the young man opened his eyes. Instead of gritting his teeth and enduring the pain like others, he just calmly raised his feet and stepped onto the first step.
The pain he imagined did not appear. The young man was slightly stunned. He lowered his head and looked at his feet. It was a little cold... and he felt nothing else. It was as if the thorns did not exist.
Wait, the young man looked down and was stunned again, because there were indeed no thorns where he stepped, or the thorns avoided his feet and were scattered to both sides.
The young man looked at the second step, raised his foot and stepped on it. He was very slow on purpose, just to see what would happen. (To be continued)