"Chip! Call up the previous soul research map!"
Leylin didn't feel the fear of the natives at all. With a casual wave, a skinny old native came directly to the front. Leylin's eyes glowed, and he pressed his palm on the top of the old man's head.
As time passed, the old man's expression changed one after another, with joy, pain, and confusion...
The other native slaves backed away one after another, watching Leylin, the 'man of God' giving them a 'blessing'.
In the eyes of these natives, those slave leaders and overseers are already very remarkable figures. As for a guy like Leylin who can seduce thousands of pirates and has hundreds of large ships under his command, I am afraid that the original tribal chief and Priests and elders are far inferior, and only those totem beliefs can compare with it.
[Ding! The soul map analysis is complete! Start comparing assignments!]
The chip projected a color map in front of Leylin, compared it with that of ordinary people, and specially marked a few shadowed areas.
Putting down the useless experimental product, Leylin returned to the bedroom alone. A large amount of data flowed across his eyes, and the expression on his face became more serious.
"Sure enough... these native souls have problems..."
A long time ago, Leylin discovered a very interesting phenomenon.
In the outer seas, none of these native tribes believe in the true god! This is really a very incredible thing!
With the desire of the gods for faith, even believers such as bell bamboo shoot monsters and slime beasts will not let go sometimes, so how could they abandon these seemingly wise natives
Even though the souls of these natives are weak, and ten of them are no match for an ordinary commoner, those gods understand the truth that adding up makes a lot!
However, among the tribes that Leylin conquered, those natives basically only believed in the spirits of nature and totems, and there were no mainland gods.
The only explanation is that there are fatal flaws in the beliefs of these natives, which made the gods reluctantly give up, even as if they were throwing garbage, and let these natives fend for themselves in the open sea, even if they knew that there was a great native empire here I don't bother to bother.
But now, through a lot of comparative research, and the ability of being a divine being, Leylin finally touched one aspect of this secret.
"This kind of soul... is not so much a problem as it is 'polluted'..."
There was seriousness in Leylin's eyes: "And... this familiar mutation seems to have traces of arcane and witchcraft energy in it, and it has been engraved deep in the genes, so it has been passed down from generation to generation..."
The power of faith is essentially the soul energy released by believers when their emotions become extremely fanatical during the process of prayer and religious ceremonies!
The gods absorb these specific soul energies through their respective domains and godheads, and transform them into divine power!
From weak divine power to powerful divine power, this process is essentially the same, without any change!
And what happens if the soul power after the mutation is absorbed
"Chip! According to the fluctuations of the souls of the natives, simulate the absorption of faith..." Leylin rubbed his chin and ordered with great interest.
[Ding! Mission established! The virtual scene begins... the model is being prepared...]
The huge stream of data flashed in front of Leylin, and then turned into another scene.
In an altar of an indigenous tribe, the former Mara statue was directly enshrined in the center, and other natives continued to worship under the leadership of the high priest.
Waves of faith power that can only be seen by people above the divine nature continue to gather on the stone statue.
At the beginning, the statue of Marat did not change, and even the power of the gods continued to increase.
Ten years later, the statue of Mara began to become blurred, with a faint dark red color churning on it, and Mara became more irritable, demanding blood and sacrifices from time to time.
A hundred years have passed, and amid Mara's desperate roar, its kingdom of God suddenly exploded, and a huge ape's real body fell directly from the kingdom of God into the main material world, and was firmly bound by the natives. within the priesthood.
Five hundred years later, Marat had been transformed into a mindless beast, into a golden banner bearing the figure of the ape-monster.
"Because I am most familiar with Mara's divine power, I used it as a template. I didn't expect this to be the case..."
After the virtual scene dissipated, Leylin still recalled the scene just now with lingering fear.
"There is obviously a problem with the power of belief of these natives! There is a lot of pollution, which will actually cause the true god to fall into the ranks, and even fall into the main material world, and combine with the priests to form an 'earth-bound spirit'" state, even sanity will be obliterated, leaving only the purest instinct... "
Such tragic consequences are no different from suicide, and it is no wonder that the gods will abandon the natives like shoes.
"Losing the kingdom of God, being bound in a specific area, and the sanity will continue to be wiped out... It's worse than being in prison... These indigenous beliefs seem to contain a kind of filthy origin, which is determined by their genetics. Can't be changed at all...”
A thoughtful look flashed across Leylin's eyes: "In this way, I don't have to worry about interference from the gods in the process of conquering the native empire... But all the burdens must be carried by myself..."
Although due to the shortcomings of the natives' beliefs, this kind of earth-bound spirit is not as powerful as the true god, but the combination of the original sacrificial field and demigods may not be inferior to the real gods!
In their respective fields, the demigod totems believed by those natives definitely have the power close to that of a true god!
Of course, once they leave the domain, the abilities of those demigods will drop rapidly.
"Generally speaking, there is a chance! There is a great chance!" Leylin's eyes just flashed, and several strategies had already surfaced in his mind, and he was waiting to implement them later.
"However... this kind of soul defect and pollution, if you don't figure it out, you still feel a little uneasy..."
Leylin called up the maps of the previous samples, and the divine sense seemed to have entered the memory of the ancient level along with these genes...
The flames of war raged... Huge floating cities fell like meteors!
Usually wise and wise, the great arcanists who seemed to grasp all the truths in the world were killed one after another, and the murderers were the gods in the sky!
"The arcane fire of Nether will never be extinguished! We will never yield..."
In the end, many Nether remnants gathered together and let out an unwilling roar...
Many fragmented memory fragments came, even with Leylin's means, only a small part of the information could be obtained, and even the secrets conveyed in these messages were enough to move Leylin.
"Remnants of Nether? It turns out that these natives are the remnants of Nether's Arcane Age!!!"
Leylin was amazed. He had seen Helen and a few remnants of the Arcane Age. Although the other party was also hiding in embarrassment, compared to these natives, they were already in heaven.
"I didn't expect that even the civilians of the Nether Arcane Empire who are known for their civilization and advancement, full of pride and pride, will degenerate into natives after tens of thousands of years, become synonymous with barbarism and ignorance, and even be arrested in large numbers For slaves…”
Leylin sighed secretly.
He can already roughly outline what happened before.
In the ancient Nether arcane era, the gods were dissatisfied with the fearlessness of the arcanists and the research involving taboos, and a war broke out directly, destroying almost all the arcanists, most of the floating cities fell, and the entire Netherau The art empire collapsed overnight.
At this time, some Nether remnants gathered together.
Perhaps it was because of the determination to fight against the enslavement of the gods, to take drugs that resist belief, or simply to be involved in a high-level duel, and was unfortunately affected by the pollution. Since then, the souls of the survivors of Se have changed, and the power of faith produced is absolutely poisonous to the gods!
Of course, this part of the survivors of Nether would not be accepted by the gods. They may have fled, or they may have been exiled to the open sea, and they have survived and multiplied ever since.
During this process, due to the blockade of the gods, and perhaps other black hands and reasons, these Nether survivors continued to degenerate, and the traces of the original civilization gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a barbaric and ignorant tribe of natives...
"If my guess is true, the original ancestors of these natives transformed their souls in order to resist the beliefs of the gods, but the descendants directly degenerated into savages. This kind of transformation even made it impossible for them to turn to a true god , how sad this is... "
At this moment, in the bottom of Leylin's heart, he really felt like listening to the sad song of civilization.
"However... Now that things have become like this, your blood and tears, your hatred, and your beliefs, leave them all to me..."
There was a bloody light in Leylin's eyes.
For the gods, the wizard's pollution is completely unsolvable, but for Leylin, it is not without detours.
What's more, he still holds the nightmare energy-absorbing body, an ancient wizard's physique, in his hands! Can absorb the power of emotions! Once all the emotions of the millions of natives are collected, the power generated will definitely horrify the gods!
"Of course... This kind of thing should be kept low-key... At least before I can confer the gods, the secret that I can purify the beliefs of the natives must not be leaked..."
Leylin rubbed his head, feeling that he had more and more secrets.
"This aspect requires a careful plan. Fortunately, the entire Bankoz Island is isolated overseas, with almost no connection with the mainland, and there is still a chance to hide it!"