Chapter 658 The old god is delicious.
The old man with a white beard calls himself Afanti. According to him, this name was given by Zhang Wuren.
Afanti represents wisdom and courage in the world.
In fact, Afanti did live up to the name given by Zhang Wuren.
Although he is old, his mind is not foggy at all.
His lifelong wish is to kill all the zombies and find the teacher from the human world.
And if you want to do this, relying on the Pan tribe is simply not enough.
They were a group of naive idealists. When Zhang Wuren was around, they were Zhang Wuren's most loyal subordinates.
But after Zhang Wuren disappeared, this was a group of idiots who knew nothing.
The previous era of relying on personal bravery has passed.
Only the advancement of wisdom and technology can allow the Pangu tribe to continue to develop.
Obviously, ancient tribes are more suitable for this.
Therefore, Afanti would rather listen to the people from the ancient tribe cursing his teacher as a traitor every day, and still stay in the ancient tribe.
Only the ancient tribes could unify the entire Pangu tribe and regain their former glory.
But let me tell you, even if the ancient tribes attached great importance to the development of technology, they would not have been able to form an industrial revolution similar to that of the human world.
Without the thermal weapons produced by the Industrial Revolution, the Pangu tribe was no match for the corpse-headed barbarians.
If you want to solve the endless corpse-head barbarians, you can only find their source and solve the problem fundamentally.
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A team of three to four thousand people formed two distinct parts in the wilderness.
There were more than 3,000 people in one part. They were neatly dressed and walking in an orderly manner.
This is the battle camp of the ancient tribe.
The other part was mostly shirtless, with only a crotch cloth around the crotch.
The walking was chaotic and disorganized.
This is the Pan tribe headed by Oudebiao.
I sighed secretly.
Putting aside their loyalty to Zhang Wuren, the Pan tribe was indeed incomparable to the ancient tribe.
But even so, I still firmly stand on the side of the Pan tribe.
They just lack a guide.
Now that I'm here, the Pan tribe will rise sooner or later.
Unexpectedly, Afanti followed me shamelessly.
His unusual behavior not only puzzled the people of the ancient tribe, but even Audebiao and others from the Pan tribe showed vague hostility towards him.
I didn't have any prejudice against Afanti, but I said to him, "Let's talk?"
Afanti nodded sharply.
The reason why he came here at the risk of being attacked by the Pan tribe was just to have a few words with me.
I said, "Let's talk about your teacher!"
"It is said that you were the first person to meet him?"
Afanti's eyes lit up: "That's right! When the teacher came here, the first thing he saw was Me. When I saw the teacher wearing very warm clothes, I wanted to take them off and put them on myself." "
But the teacher beat me up."
"..."
I stopped his tirade and said, "You still Do you remember how long ago that was?"
Afanti's expression dimmed: "I don't remember. In the beginning we had no concept of time at all. According to the teacher, there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter here, no alternation of day and night, everyone just I know that when I live in confusion, I don’t know what the passage of time is."
"Later, the teacher founded the Pangu tribe and built a huge hourglass in the capital of the gods." "
When the sand in the hourglass finishes flowing, it is a day and a night."
"Turn it over. If so, it will start on the next day."
I keenly grasped the key point of the words: "Where are the gods? Also, from the time the hourglass started to the time when the corpse-head barbarians attacked the Pangu tribe, how many times did the hourglass flip over?"
Afanti replied: "The God Capital is the center of the God Burial Abyss, directly above the tomb of the old god." "As
for the hourglass...according to the time manager, it started from the construction of the Pangu tribe to the corpse-head barbarians' attack on the God Capital. , a total of seven hundred and twenty-three flips."
I did some calculations in my mind.
Less than two years.
After the city of God was breached, the hourglass was also destroyed by the zombies. Without the hourglass, there would be no time in this world.
The world was living in such a hazy state that no one even knew how long it had been since the Pangu tribe was destroyed.
I asked again: "Where is the tomb of the Old Gods?"
The Old Gods are the name given to the rulers of the old days in China. There is also a saying that they are called the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods.
It is a life that existed before Pangu created the world.
Tomb of the Old Gods? Is this the place where old gods are buried?
Afanti said: "The Tomb of the Old Gods is the Tomb of the Old Gods. This is the name given by the teacher."
I felt a little shocked in my heart: "Do you know what the Old Gods are?"
Afanti's expression showed a hint of intoxication, and he quickly Answer: "It's delicious!"
Damn it!
delicious?
This answer really shocked me.
The famous god-level people outside were so pressurized that Middle-earth could hardly breathe.
To them, this is just delicious?
Odebiao said: "Mr. He, didn't we eat half of the old god? Have you forgotten?"
How could I forget?
The Crab Lord has been torn into pieces by you, okay?
The remaining flesh and bones were gone after being chewed by the zombies.
But the question is, do you know that is the old god?
I turned around and asked: "Ode Biao, do you know those are old gods?" Ode Biao nodded fiercely: "The guide said that everything that falls from the sky are old gods, and you can eat them all." "It's just that some of them are old gods
.
God-blood meat is delicious, but some are very unpalatable. This time we were lucky, the big crab was delicious, but it was cheaper than the corpse-headed man."
I was really shocked.
In the Siberian wilderness, the Blasphemers once ate a dragon-like old god.
But that guy was actually burned to death by the heavenly fire and purple flames, and his soul was no longer there, so he was picked up.
The real old gods are a group of unlucky people, and all China and Earth will bet on the fate of their country with misfortune.
How come it’s so delicious?
I suppressed my inner shock and said, "How many old gods have you eaten?"
Afanti answered quickly: "Seventy-two!"
"The teacher led us to catch them. These old gods are easy to catch, they are huge, but they are extremely stupid. The number is just a little smaller, otherwise the Pangu tribe would be self-sufficient just by eating the old gods."
Seventy-two old gods, The flesh and blood were eaten, the bones were used to make soup, and the remaining inedible parts were buried around the city of God.
It is also known as the Tomb of the Old Gods.
But...I feel a little dizzy.
Why do the people of the Pangu tribe think that the old god is a huge and stupid guy?
They have huge bodies and powerful souls.
The soul surges out, and even the exorcist cannot stop it. He loses himself and becomes a believer in the old god.
I still remember the shady spewing out of Curseless Road.
At that time, countless people were polluted by their souls and lost themselves forever.
Even if they are alive, they are still zombies.
How come we are here and the old gods have become delicious?
I tried hard to recall the state of the Crab Lord when he was eaten.
The Crab Lord must have been seriously injured when he was in the magma sea.
Be it soul or body.
But even so, it should not be divided up by a group of "primitive people" and then eaten clean by the corpses.
A god-level strongman, even if he is on the verge of death, can counter-kill seven or eight A-levels.
But from what I saw at the time, the Crab Lord was really like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by anyone.
He really has no ability to resist at all.
Yes, this world can suppress souls, but a god-level being suppressed has no temper at all. Isn't this too outrageous?
Or is it that the indigenous people here have the ability to restrain the old gods?
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly moved.
If this is the case, cultivating a few A-level aborigines, releasing them and throwing them into the old gods, isn't that just a massacre?
It’s cool to think about it!
(End of chapter)