The raging flame kept burning.
There were cries and screams, accompanied by the roar and laughter of the pirates.
The corpses of barbarians fell to the ground, and the blood flowed down to form a stream.
After Leylin decided to capture this place, the barbarian tribe became a complete tragedy.
Since Ogold took away most of the young and strong, only a group of old and weak women and children remained. It can be said that in the face of the vicious pirates, this little resistance is useless at all.
"However... there seems to be a little secret in this barbarian tribe!"
Leylin touched his chin, and with a wicked smile on his face, he came to the very center of the tribe.
This is the tribe's sacrificial location, but no known gods are enshrined. The huge obsidian is carved into a solid altar, and there are huge animal skin flags and blood-red weird symbols on it.
In front of the altar, several savages who were obviously old and out of shape were still making their last resistance.
"Foreigners! Don't come here!"
A few barbarians whose bodies were as dry as reeds called out, followed by the only few barbarian teenagers, holding the last spearhead and weapon in their hands, pointing tremblingly at the intruders like Leylin. fear.
"Barbarian priest, bloodline?"
Leylin looked at those barbarians who seemed to be dying of old age at any time, felt the blood power in them, and nodded involuntarily.
"Go away!"
The arcane power burst out suddenly, forming a terrifying elemental giant hand, which directly tore several barbarian bloodlines who were still trying to resist into pieces.
This powerful force immediately overwhelmed the last few barbarians.
boom! boom! boom!
Several arcane fireballs burst out, burning the remaining barbarians to ashes.
Leylin stepped over the corpses of these people without hindrance and came to the altar.
"Essence? Spiritual body? Just unconscious..." Leylin closed his eyes slightly as his hands stroked the rough scratches.
"This group of barbarians still want to rely on the group to gather divinity?"
Leylin, who had rich experience, saw the plan of these barbarians at a glance.
The power of faith, that is, the extraordinary power, through years of worship and sacrifice, there are already a few traces of very primitive power here.
The strong faith in the entire altar, coupled with the souls of the strong who died in the past, have been fused together to form a solid foundation.
As long as a period of time passes, it may not be impossible to condense a trace of divinity.
Many gods of ancient tribes came here from the beginning.
And after having divinity, if there happens to be a strong barbarian who is close to legend, he can directly advance to the [Legendary] field by virtue of this divinity.
Even, at the same time of being promoted, through the combination with faith, directly ignite the divine fire, and become a demigod!
Since he also had the intention of becoming a god, Leylin was very clear about the other party's thoughts.
"As for the candidate who is going to confer the gods, it should be Ogold, right? Is it really a big game of chess? The ambition is not small..."
Leylin rubbed his chin. There have never been many smart people in the world. Since there are not many gods paying attention to the outer seas at this time, the difficulty of conferring gods in the outer seas is far lower than that in the mainland. After coming here, he had the same thought as Leylin.
"Is the barbarian's race god? With the current level of strength in the open sea, once there is a demigod appearing, it is indeed possible to directly unify and form a paradise for the barbarians..."
Leylin's eyes flickered brightly: "Very thoughtful! It's a pity you ran into me!"
The current Leylin has long regarded the sea off Dambreth as his base, and since the barbarians have ideas, they have no choice but to completely despair.
"The huge power of faith, the origin of the soul, and the guardianship of barbarian heroic spirits!"
Leylin looked at the obsidian carvings and animal skin runes on the ground, with a calm expression on his face: "It seems that every barbarian who died seems to end up here..."
This is the hope of a race! In the world of the gods, without the blessing of the gods, there is no future!
And the hope, blood, and sacrifice of a race are all epic.
Leylin closed his eyes, and it seemed that he was surrounded by many barbarian heroic spirits, and powerful malice descended: "Get out! Get out!!!"
This is not an illusion, but the rejection of him by the entire altar power.
"Tsk tsk... the resistance of a race, united as one, and spurred by the previous blood sacrifice, how powerful can it be?" Leylin's eyes had a frenzied expression.
"This kind of power! I really want to defeat it! It will directly knock down the upward promotion of a race and give you complete despair!!!"
A dark and profound power instantly emerged from Leylin's pupils.
"Swallow!!!"
Accompanied by Leylin's will, the altar made an overwhelmed sound, and the ground began to tremble like an earthquake, splitting several pitch-black holes.
Hot! crazy! And the energy full of soul power surged out of the altar like a tsunami.
"Hmm..." Leylin's face was extremely hideous for a moment, and many emotions flashed in his eyes.
The roars and counterattacks of the wraiths are very crazy, and there are also the last dying struggles of the barbarian heroic spirits.
Unfortunately, for Leylin who has experience in dealing with spirit bodies, these are still minor problems.
"Hiss..."
The phantom of the Targaryen winged snake directly emerged from Leylin's mind, and then devoured many spirit bodies and wills in one gulp.
The resistance of those heroic spirits was as weak as ants in front of Leylin's soul source.
Numerous spirit bodies and wills were shattered, and a large number of mixed soul powers emerged, with violent emotions and numerous memory fragments.
"The spirit body is still a trivial matter, the key is the many fanatical emotions attached to the power of the soul..."
Leylin sighed.
To absorb divinity, the basic threshold is the legendary realm, which is not without reason.
At the very least, for a powerhouse below the legendary level, it would be difficult to overcome even this kind of soul shock at the beginning.
"God... I pray that you protect the barbarian race!" "Let the barbarian become the strongest race!" "Please bless the survival of the barbarian..." "I want to eat meat, eat meat every day..."
Many messy thoughts came to Leylin's mind, which could drive a normal person crazy.
Even if it is a legendary powerhouse, if he rashly absorbs this messy soul energy, it is likely to become a neuropathy with memory splitting.
However, Leylin had a chip anyway, and had experience in this kind of thing long ago, and his own soul origin was a half-level seven existence, so he still supported it.
"Hiss..."
"I am the Serpent of Endless Worlds! The Lord of Devouring Everything!" The phantom of the Targaryen Winged Serpent emerged from Leylin's pupils, and the faint devouring power formed a vortex, devouring all the messy soul sources in one fell swoop.
Afterwards, the transformed power continuously poured into Leylin's sea of consciousness.
The reminder of the chip also sounded at this time: [Ding! The main body ingests a large amount of energy, which is judged to be the essence of the soul! Absorbed!]
A large amount of icy air seems to have gathered in Leylin's mind, causing his spirit to run at a rapid speed.
[Ding! The main body absorbs soul energy! Spirit +1!]
Countless years of accumulation by the barbarian tribe had all benefited Leylin, and finally allowed him to gain a little spiritual value.
"I feel that my spiritual power has increased by half. After level 15, every point of increase in attribute data is a terrifying magnitude!"
Leylin looked at his hands and murmured.
And the prompts from the chip continued: [Ding! A breakthrough in the main body's mental power, promoted to the sixteenth-level arcanist!]
At this time, his ontology data is also refreshed once:
[Leylin Faolan Age: 22 Race: Human Level 16 Arcanist Strength: 13 Dexterity: 11 Constitution: 12 Spirit: 16 Arcane Energy Points: 160 Status: Healthy Talents: Strong, Erudite, Elementary The perfect body has specialties: arcane energy sensing, arcane amplification]
[Magic net analysis progress: level 0 magic net 100%! Level 1 magic net 100%! Level 2 magic net 100%! Level 3 magic net 100%! Level 4 magic net 100%! Level 5 magic net 67.35%! Level 6 magic net 41.91%! Level 7 magic net 22.33%!]
[Possess spell slots: seventh-level spell slots (2), sixth-level spell slots (5), fifth-level spell slots (7), fourth-level spell slots (???), third-level spell slots (???), two Level-1 spell slot (???), Level-1 spell slot (???), Zero-level spell slot (???)]
In addition to the growth of spiritual power and soul power, the promotion of an arcanist must also have the understanding and induction of arcane energy.
However, with Leylin's sorcery attainments, his understanding of this aspect has long surpassed that of a large number of [Legendary Arcanists], so there is no bottleneck at all.
As long as there is a breakthrough in spiritual power, it can lead to the promotion of the Arcanist rank.
"The barbarian tribe hasn't condensed divinity yet, just a part of the soul power mixed with the power of faith, can I be promoted to a level? Maybe, I can also look for things in this area in the future..."
The power of faith, in Leylin's view, is the power of emotion and the power of soul.
Since there is no bottleneck in his promotion, he only needs a huge amount of energy, and he has the talent of devouring. As long as the conditions are sufficient, he can be promoted quickly.
But in the outer seas, or even in various parts of the mainland, as long as there is a barbaric worship, it is very likely to produce this kind of power similar to the soul.
For Leylin, this is also a shortcut to promotion.
Of course, if the altar of divinity was truly condensed, Leylin would not dare to devour it rashly.
Otherwise, once its own nature changes, it is no joke.
For example, asking him to be the patron saint of the barbarians would be worse than killing him.