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The royal seal fell into the hands of the blood-skull chief, the flickering light gradually went out, the color began to mottle, and finally turned into an inconspicuous stone.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the bloodhead chief.

Kingship in Soheed is very different from kingship elsewhere.On the continents of Norba and Yadlin, kingship refers to the power of the monarch and the king. Whoever sits on the seat of the monarch and king holds the kingship, which is a manifestation of system and collective power.

It doesn't matter whether the person sitting on the seat is old or young, male or female.

But in the Soheed Continent, kingship is closely related to personal strength, and one must respect heaven and earth and complete the sacrifice of becoming a king under the watchful eyes of the God of the Sky and the Mother of the Earth in order to become a king and wield the kingship.

Kingship is the manifestation of the king of heaven and earth. It is not revealed at ordinary times, but is hidden in the body of the king.

It will become stronger or weaker according to the extent of the king's rule and the number of subjects.

The king who holds the royal power will gain the blessing of the power of heaven and earth when fighting in the area of ​​his rule, and his combat power will rise several levels.

However, Sohed's kingship cannot be inherited, so whether it is the Shaman King, the Ancient King, or other kings, although they have left blood, they have no descendants to inherit the throne.

Unless the heir can meet the standards of a king in all aspects, he can directly hold the kingship. Even so, he needs to hold a king's sacrifice later and accept the assessment of the totem god.

"That's right. I've already turned my back on heaven and earth, how can I recognize my quality as a king."

The chief of the blood head flipped his hand to collect the royal seal, laughed twice with a complex expression, leaned on crutches, and slowly moved towards Siraye's body.

"It's true that I am a self-awakened prophet, but a prophet is not what you imagine. You can easily see the future and prepare for everything in advance. From the moment I awakened, only the world appeared in front of me. destruction."

"The sky is collapsing and the earth is shattering."

"The helpless roar of the gods fell like a meteor, and the blood of the gods sprinkled the earth."

"Evil ghosts are also howling, and hell is trembling."

"The world is coming to an end, king of the barbarians."

The bloodhead chief stood in front of Siraye, looked up at those hateful eyes, and said, "Every day I close my eyes, the world will be destroyed. No matter what choice I make, the ending It's all fixed."

"But after I learned about the spirit world, I suddenly had a new idea."

"The spirit world is huge and endless. There are many, many worlds like ours in the spirit world. I don't have to cling to a world that is about to be destroyed."

"Otherwise...the one who became king first was not you, but me."

The crutch touched the forehead of Siraye's corpse, and a dark, bloody flame suddenly burst out, instantly burning the king of the Hutu people to ashes on the ground.

"King of the Wutu people, your vision is too narrow."

"Cough...cough cough!"

The blood-headed chief suddenly coughed violently, and his face suddenly turned pale. Two mouthfuls of black blood sprayed on the [-]-meter-high stone tablet behind the throne.

The stele is exquisitely withered and has an ancient scent. It has gone through many years, but there is no trace of erosion or damage, which shows that its material is extraordinary. It was splashed by the blood coughed up by the blood-headed chief, and it was decayed and withered visible to the naked eye. The stone skin was falling off, and it was on the verge of falling, and it was in danger of collapsing at any time.

The blood-skull chief sighed, shook his head slightly, leaned on crutches, and moved out step by step.

Between the steps, the old state is getting heavier.

Outside the cave, the blood-skull high priest was squatting on the ground, concentrating on fiddling with the broken stone fragments, and putting them together like a puzzle. Only when the blood-skull chief came to his side did he suddenly regain his senses.

"I want to see if I can spell it well."

The High Priest of the Blood Skull held a fragment in one hand, fit them together, and placed them gently on the ground. When he saw them spread out again, he said disappointedly: "It seems that it can't be done."

The great chief laughed out loud, "How old is he, and he still plays with mud cubes like a child."

"It's not that you don't know that my two avatars are based on the knowledge gained from studying Vesnina's body, Brother Yadlin. The soul is divided into three, one soul is in the body, and two souls are avatars."

"Now even if you have assembled the clone stone statue, my scattered soul will never come back, and all the work I have done is useless."

The blood-headed chief said, and gently threw the king power that had turned into a stone over.

"How can you say it's useless..." The Bloodhead High Priest took over the kingship, looked up and down in front of his eyes for a moment, and said, "That Wutu man smashed your two clones with this thing? It seems nothing It's special! The spiritual fluctuations are exactly the same as ordinary stones."

"The power of kingship can only be controlled by kings. You and I are not kings, so we can't pry into its profound meaning... cough cough!"

The bloodhead chief coughed twice again, his face paler.

The High Priest of the Blood Skull hurriedly supported the chief, and as soon as he put his hands together, he immediately sensed the rapid decline in the physical condition of the other party, and he was shocked: "Why is it deteriorating so quickly?"

The bloodhead chief smiled, and raised his chin at the fragments of the clones on the ground, "In the past, the three bodies shared the cost of spying on the future, but now that they are broken, the cost is concentrated on me, and the body will naturally deteriorate. Faster."

"You take the royal power to complete the ceremony first."

"The royal power in the hands of the kings of the Wutu people is only one-third, and the other third is in the hands of the totem god they enshrine, and the remaining third is in the hands of the envoys of the outer gods."

"Samon and others are besieging the totem god, and victory is in sight; Ganmang is about to lose his strength against the envoy of the outer gods, so I will help him."

The Bloodhead High Priest said coldly: "The kingship is divided into three parts. The king of the Wutu people is really cautious."

"Do you think he wants to? Just like me, he has no other choice." The bloodhead chief said: "Although he is amazingly talented, he is a genius who is rare in a hundred years, but the starting point of the Wutu people is too low. affected its development."

"This year's cold winter is too weird. Like our tribe, he has been affected, and the King's Sacrifice was held in advance. According to his strength, he should wait two or three years..."

"The strength is not strong enough, so we can only seek foreign aid. As a result, the Holy See took the opportunity to enter. These guys claim to be righteous, but in fact they are the most greedy. Conditions, help the king of Wutu people to become king."

"Probably because he knew the terrifying energy of the Holy See, the king of the Wutu people simply allocated a part of the royal power to check and balance the other party in order to win over the power of the totem god."

"Look at it now, we hit it right, the Holy See didn't come, we ran into it first."

The Bloodhead High Priest grinned, thinking of the fallen ten priests and ten heroes, and those carefully trained berserk warriors, he said distressedly: "It really hit the tip of the knife."

Before the war, they estimated the strength of the Mianlong Mountain Wutu people's kingdom.

According to the records of inscriptions and murals, the conferring of kings in Sohed continent began at the end of the Dark Ages 1 years ago. Carry it forward, formulate contract rules, and thoroughly determine the process of conferring the king.

Although it is unprecedented for Wutu people to become kings, there are still records of other humanoid races becoming kings.

Referring to these records, the Bloodskull Tribe speculated that the King of the Wutu people had at most ten totem gods under his command, and estimated at the top, the Great Spirit had at most two.

Unexpectedly, things far exceeded their estimates. There were nearly twenty totem gods in total, and three great spirits, all of whom were helpers attracted by the kingship.

Plus a seraph of the Holy See.

Thanks to the full-strength attack this time, otherwise it would be too much to eat.

The chief of the blood skull said: "Go prepare the ceremony for the coming of the blood skull god! I feel that the fate has changed again, and I don't know whether it is good or bad. The remaining royal power will be sent to you in a while."

"Is the body still able to hold on?" The Bloodhead High Priest worried: "The Wutu people's kingdom has been slaughtered. These blood sacrifices, coupled with the power of the royal power in their hands, can fully support the descending of my god. Collapse before, I'm afraid..."

The chief of the blood head chuckled and waved his hands: "You don't have to worry about physical matters, the backlash of the battle roar comes first, we can't take it lightly."

"There are far more secrets in this land than we imagined, and there is great hostility towards foreign gods. Things will not go as smoothly as you and I expected. More preparations must be made to deal with sudden events."

The Bloodhead High Priest nodded. No one understood the truth of the impermanence of fate and changing things better than the Prophet. He immediately said, "Then take care of your body. At least don't let your body collapse before my god descends."

The bloodhead chief smiled and said: "Don't worry! I know it well."

[Prying into the price of fate, the Blood Skull God can do nothing!my brother. 】

"Then I'll set up the ceremony."

The high priest looked directly into the eyes of the blood-headed chief, and suddenly said: "Brother, I want to eat the sour fruit from the old tree."

The blood-skull chief's heart trembled, he maintained his smile, and said: "This year's cold winter came suddenly, I hope the old tree is not frozen to death, and we will eat it when it bears fruit in autumn."

The Bloodhead High Priest slowly showed a smile, and said heavily: "Okay!"

Seeing the figure of the high priest being gradually engulfed by the darkness, the chief smacked his lips, making a crisp sound, as if he was tasting sour fruit, and couldn't help falling into memories.

When they were barbarians, they couldn't hunt wild animals, so the brothers lived by eating wild fruits and grass roots.There is a fruit tree that grows on the shady side of the mountain, where it is not exposed to the sun. The fruit it grows is large and heavy, surprisingly sour and bitter. It is hungry and can be stored for a long time.

When the bloodhead chief was not awakened, whenever the two brothers were hungry, they would rely on eating sour fruits to survive day after day.

Later, the small barbarian group of more than a dozen people developed rapidly under the leadership of the bloodhead chief, and the two of them no longer lacked food, and they would no longer eat sour and bitter fruits.

"Looking back now, before the tribe was established, my life was actually full of sour fruit."