After getting rid of the figure in his mind, Xu Zhi faced up to what he had just perceived.
"I didn't expect it to be a god-given weapon."
The attribute panel will obviously give a more official identification. As for whether the aborigines would call it that, that is another matter. Somra's sexual totem is correct, and the attribute panel identification is also correct.
God-given weapon: an artifact with miraculous abilities and the ability to promote the reproduction of the tribe.
For Xu Zhi, the ability to promote the reproduction of ethnic groups is of no use. He originally wanted to see what he was thinking in his heart, but now that he has figured it out, knowing is better than not knowing.
The identity of the artifact plays a certain role. If he hadn't absorbed the sacred blood bottle and replaced it with this god-given weapon, Xu Zhi didn't know what weird abilities he would have developed.
"Uh-huh, woman, Bido Huanhuang, my woman."
When Xu Zhi came out of the dream world, his body fell straight on the ground. He also heard the low and feeble hum of Qingchuan Ako nearby. This young man was thinking about the beauty of the earth.
Why he could endure pain in his balls for the sake of cultivation is all false. His pants were all red and white, and he even urinated blood. This guy is not calm at all. He still needs to work hard to strengthen his character.
The mental shield has a certain effect, but if the body touches the statue, it will inevitably have an impact. No wonder this treasure is directly embedded in the center of the city, so there is no fear of others taking it away.
After looking at the densely packed houses in the distance and thinking about the dozens of dead bones in the hut, I guess this treasure played an important role in the city.
The creatures of a city just disappeared silently into the ruins. If the big shots hadn't moved the people in the city with them, the only thing left might be the catastrophic impact of those blood-red long worms outside the city, which led to the destruction of the city.
The extinction of people.
In fertile areas, the God-given weapon can be called a magical treasure. Through high-frequency reproduction, the ethnic group continues to grow.
When resources are limited, this treasure is a suicide artifact. Continuous population growth and completely insatiable food supply will lead to catastrophic effects.
The ecology obviously needs to be balanced. The dark elves in the Meishan ruins firmly control the fertility of the cave people. In the Evernight City, an extremely barren underground city, fertility is also controlled.
In this stone city, the high fertility did not allow them to exterminate the red long worms. It was probably because of the gathering of these worms that it was difficult to go out, the food was getting less and less, the body was getting weaker and weaker, and they had to be suffocated to death in the end.
in this city.
After taking a few glances at the God-given weapon, Xu Zhi decided to wait and see again.
Xu Zhi was obviously more interested in searching for an empty city than inspecting the treasure he wanted.
He and Chen Jingsi still have regrets about the city that never sleeps. If they had risked their lives earlier and made a move, they might have returned home with a lot of success.
It's rare to encounter this kind of empty city without guards. It's almost the same as picking up leaks in a treasure room. Xu Zhi looked at Qingchuan Ako who was half-dead and walked away happily.
Residential houses are obviously not the place Xu Zhi wants to search. Without knowing how much time is left in this ruins, it is obviously more cost-effective to search some tall buildings.
Rich people all live in nice places, and this reason is correct.
As he stepped into the buildings one by one, Xu Zhilang's happy mood gradually became gloomier.
Apart from the sand and dust, there are no treasures that catch the eye in the room. Several double-headed battle axes that are barely complete are also rusty. With a little force, the tip of the blade can be pinched off.
Only treasures that can reach high levels, or artifacts that are difficult to damage such as the God-given Divine Weapon can be passed down. Other than that, everything else is slowly decaying.
Drilling into a six-story tower, Xu Zhi even saw the tightly sealed tower. Because of his intrusion, several magic scrolls stored on the stone table began to turn yellow in an instant. Within ten seconds, the scrolls were
The lingering magic dissipated.
"Feeling bad~"
Scroll-type treasures are extremely difficult to preserve in reality, but in the dream world, the time can be slightly extended. In many aristocratic families, there are very few scrolls with magical power. Even in the Yan family, Xu Zhi only found two.
The magic attached to these scrolls is somewhat different from that in the dream world. You only need to guide it to release the magic. Each has its own magical effect. One more scroll can provide an additional trump card.
Although he has a lot of magic, Xu Zhi doesn't mind collecting a few more, just in case someone burns some scrolls of 'Doomsday Judgment' magic for fun.
There were several withered bones sitting next to the stone table, and Xu Zhi didn't care. He had seen enough dead people in this city.
Touching the staff in Dry Bones' hand, he directly pressed a hole in the wooden staff.
"This is bad luck."
This tower was built at a very high point in the city, and there were not many high-end areas left to explore. The entire city was empty and worthless.
When Xu Zhi was about to go out, the stone touched by withered bones caught his eye. It took a long time, and the writing seemed a little blurry, but Xu Zhi could vaguely see the expression of several lines of text.
"God, the divine war you launched has spread to the human world. We have seen demonic insects from the outside world."
"Except for stones, they can eat anything. Humans, cattle and sheep, flowers, grass and trees, and even a piece of fertile soil can also allow them to breed new individuals."
…
"No one can go out safely, we can't hunt now, we can't grow crops, there's no livestock, there's no trade, there's nothing."
"We pray for the return of the powerful heroic spirit that protects you."
"The warriors have gone out to fight the demons, and the weak are praying to the gods. This is our last chance to launch an attack."
…
"Save us."
The faintly carved writing on the stone slab has become extremely blurry. It seems to be the traces left by the withered skeleton when it was in a state of confusion while praying.
Barbarians are not good at magic, but the ability of barbarian prophets to peer into the reality of the world and make prophecies is beyond the reach of other races.
Some of the descriptions in the text on this withered skeleton are likely to be true.
"So, those blood-red bugs may come from our world."
Xu Zhi looked outside the city. These bugs had obviously undergone changes. There were no creatures of the same type in his mind. Compared with the Tiaotiaos from the major alliance countries in South Australia, these bugs caused greater harm.
It is difficult for barbarians to resist. In reality, as long as these bugs reproduce quickly enough, it is obviously difficult for anyone to resist.
Who put in this non-intelligent creature?
What is a powerful heroic spirit?
God war.
Could it be that there are gods in the real world?
Xu Zhi's eyes narrowed. In reality, the strongest person is the Grand Master, and there is no higher-level figure.
The relics only existed for more than a thousand years, which can be combined with the nearly 10,000-year history recorded in human history. Excluding unofficial history, no one has recorded gods in official history.
The words of this withered skeleton were not believable, but the other party's records also made Xu Zhi feel more in awe.
The harm caused by destroying nature is obviously huge, and even immortals will be unable to do anything about it.
Here is an example.
The biological disaster in South Australia is another example.
Perhaps, the influx of this kind of long worm is just an instinctive counterattack in the real world.