In John's spiritual vision, most of the blood-colored tree people carry a rich blood-colored spiritual light, which is the distorted and polluted power brought by the blood sacrifice.
Obviously, the primitive totem worshipped by this cannibal tribe should be this terrifying blood-colored giant tree. A faint flash of gold light in the core area indicates that this totem already has some divine power.
But this does not mean that it is a god.
In essence, this blood-colored giant tree has nothing strange, it is just some old trees. However, through the continuous blood sacrifices of more than hundreds of years and the year-round sacrifices of the cannibal tribes, this giant tree has been
Blood sacrifice and the power of faith infects evil things that are psychic.
Yes, the power of blood sacrifice generally either produces evil gods or produces evil things, and it is often the latter, because it is a very difficult path to reach the gods of all things. Countless wise human strong men may not have one for thousands of years. What's more,
These totems were born from the sacrifice of ignorant natives.
Although the totem god is called God, it is actually just a type of false god. The powerful ones may reach the level of a demigod, but most of them are indigenous tribes of primitive civilizations, and the quantity and quality of faith and vows are worshipped by them.
They are all very limited. It can be said that it is usually impossible to reach the legendary realm for thousands of years. Just like the totem of the giant tree in front of you, at most it will only gain the strength of gold.
And this is the result of the accumulation of faith power and the pollution of blood sacrifice power.
John knew that he could use his own means, unless he had all the trump cards, and he might have the strength to deal with the evil totem. He could rely on the sacred power and the power of nature to restrain the evil. He would eventually deal with it for a period of time and he might win.
After all, totems are usually born from natural spirits or faith, and they are ignorant and have no real wisdom. If they were a powerful human golden man, then John would have been away long ago.
However, despite having that strength, John did not come up to help the crusade army fight against the totem tree. Wouldn't that be stupid?
So he took the opportunity to sneak around the indigenous tribe, circled around the forest next to him, and quietly sneaked into the core area of the indigenous tribe, where their altar was.
John did not forget that the people of the Hutchis expedition once said that the golden sacrificial bottle that belongs to him now was taken from the altar of this cannibal tribe.
Then the most core extraordinary secret about this cannibal tribe is highly likely to be located in that altar.
As for the life and death of the siege army, John didn't care much. If he had finished plundering the treasures of this tribe, perhaps because of the happy relationship he had been with along the way, he would take action to save them from desperate situations.
Soon John came to an open area in the center of the cannibal tribe. It was surrounded by a circle of huge rocks. There was a huge pit in the center of the circle, which should be where the blood tree totem was originally rooted.
There are several buildings that have been damaged around the giant pit, which can be seen as a place for ceremonies and storing precious items.
John flashed and came to the giant pit, then his spiritual power surged, and all the overturned stones, soil and other objects floating out of thin air.
His mental strength is not worse than that of ordinary silver professions in the spiritual field, so with such convenient conditions, he naturally does not waste time searching a little bit.
Soon, the useless debris, soil, etc. were directly repelled by John with his mind to a position more than ten steps away, and the remaining items with spiritual power floated in front of him.
Regardless of the 21st, John directly took these into the main card space and did not waste time on the spot to check it out. Anyway, he glanced at it and knew that although these things were of great value, they were far from what he had obtained.
Golden sacrificial vessels are as precious as that.
"It seems that the real secrets and good things should be all on that totem evil thing or the priest of that tribe..."
John said to himself, then turned back and ran to the battlefield behind him.
At this time, the battle between the crusade army and the cannibal tribe had reached its most critical moment.
Although the blood-colored tree man crawled with his hands was blocked and interrupted by the Liantian artillery machine gun, he still advanced hundreds of meters away. He could reach out and touch the front position of the culprit command.
The crusade army was also gathering its troops and commanding the useless minions to escort the British and white troops slowly retreating. Only the artillery and machine gunners in the front row were in front, and behind were the officers of the command headquarters to rush forward.
It’s not that the officers do not want to retreat strategically together, but once they evacuate, the machine gunners and artillery soldiers will collapse. If they lose the suppression of the artillery machine gun, they will be doomed together and cannot escape.
So under the suppression of Colonel Henry's iron-blooded order, these officers did not escape immediately.
Now is the most critical moment in the tug-of-war between the two sides. The mortar that brought the most lethality of tree people brought by the crusade army was less than ten shells left in a car of shells, and it was about to silence.
By then, the tree people don’t need to stand up. Just crawl and reach out, and you can slap the entire slap in the siege army command into meat paste.
At this critical moment, Colonel Henry's order threatened and the strict military law could not stop the officers' desire to survive. With several South African federal officers taking the lead in escaping, the remaining British officers followed him without caring about it.
Then, only Colonel Henry and a few two hesitant officers were still there.
When the last shell was completely wiped out, the two mortars were completely silent. Seeing the artillery soldiers looking at him with longing on their faces, Colonel Henry waved his hand powerlessly.
"Let's go..."
The artillery and machine gunners who received the order were as if they were amnesty, and they immediately threw down their weapons and ran back without looking back. The other two officers were almost gone.
Losing the final firepower suppression of the crusade army, the blood-colored tree man's condition did not look very good at this time. Not only were his arms broken many times, but his head position was also dilapidated.
But as a plant life, these are actually nothing. As long as there is a branch, leaf and root, it is estimated that it can recover if it is given a certain amount of time.
The premise is that there are still enough indigenous tribes to worship it.
What's more, the blood-colored tree man has only lost less than 30% of his limbs.
Facing the huge hand of the tree man hitting, Colonel Henry was not the kind of rigid young man who died without fighting. After the artillery soldiers ran away, they immediately fled from the command position.
But this colonel who was wearing military uniform and standing in command has been unlucky. Anyone with discerning eyes can see that he must be the commander of the enemy, and the totem blood tree that transformed into a tree man may not have that IQ, but the priests of the tribe are not fools.
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At this time, the priest, decorated with colorful strips of cloth and feathers, was in a state where his lower body was integrated into the heart of the tree man. There were thick roots like ribs in front of him to protect him.
The priest with a strange oily face was red and staring at Colonel Henry's escaped back with hatred. It was obvious that the priest regarded him as the culprit.
A strange spell was recited, and then waving the terrifying staff wrapped around the vines, with five skulls at the top. He pointed to Colonel Henry, and suddenly a gray-green light and shadow like a ghost was like a spirit snake.
He rushed to the back of Colonel Henry.
Colonel Henry, who was hit by this light and shadow, suddenly hummed in pain, and then fell to the ground with a discolored body.
Just as the native priest planned to further manipulate the tree man to pinch Colonel Henry to death, a sword light with platinum energy appeared in front of him.