But if ghosts and gods don’t exist, then what he sees next can’t be explained at all.
After sacrificing the offerings, these Yin people performing the ritual actually gained power.
An inexplicable force surged within the patterns on the bodies of these Yin people, making the already strong Yin warriors beco more ferocious and intense. Having gained this power, the Yin warriors began a wild dance, shouting towards the altar as if thanking the ghosts and gods for their blessings.
But in Du Chengfeng’s view, this looked very much like a warm-up exercise before a fight.
And events indeed unfolded as he expected; after finishing their dance, the warriors went to retrieve their ge axes, gathering in a group, clearly ready to go out and kill.
And so the images brought by this bronze fragnt ended here.
"Hmm..."
Du Chengfeng, having regained consciousness, frowned slightly, feeling vaguely that sothing seed off.
Everything seed fine, just a normal pre-battle prayer followed by an expedition. As for killing so unlucky soul to raise the battle flag, this still happens, nothing strange about it—but the flashes of inspiration in his mind kept reminding him that there were other hidden things in the scene.
Thinking this, Du Chengfeng picked up the second bronze fragnt.
This second bronze fragnt was closer to the knife edge, where the remaining blade edge was relatively less, and trying to grind such an item with a Grinding Stone might not work—luckily, Du Chengfeng was no greenhorn now, equipped with more tools than before. Realizing this was hard to grind, he simply took out a piece of deerskin from his chest, switching to wiping.
This ti, the sensations he felt compared to the earlier ancient mysterious ones were closer to the "human" side.
This batch of images should be from after the expedition, with the formidable Yin warriors returning victorious. But war inevitably incurs casualties, and ultimately, two Yin warriors fell, unable to survive.
"We brought them back in full."
Those few Yin warriors laughed and cried simultaneously, their faces radiant with the joy of victory, yet no amount of joy could dilute the sorrow in their hearts.
Dead is dead after all, impossible to revive, even the ghosts and gods can’t make them continue living.
But the ghosts and gods can make them continue to be with the warriors.
"Please, Priest."
"Hmm."
A priest holding a Bronze Halberd nodded, then took off his robe, revealing a physique more robust than the warriors.
The strong priest carried the two corpses and led the warriors into an ancient valley, where several massive furnaces burned continuously day and night. After directing the warriors to select two large baskets of ores, the priest had the warriors throw the ores into two furnaces respectively.
Following that, the priest also threw the two corpses into the furnaces.
The high temperature completely incinerated the bodies, mixing them with the molten tal from the ores, indistinguishable.
With lengthy and complex incantations, the scorching liquid was poured out, filling molds that had been prepared in advance.
"You co, you too."
After the liquid fully cooled, the priest selected two warriors from among them, who had the deepest friendship with the deceased warriors, and were also the most sorrowful.
After calling them forward, the priest unveiled the mold and handed the forged axe blades to them.
"Go, take your brothers back, polish them, rember to wipe them every day... They will continue to fight with you, they are watching you, don’t let them down."
"Thank you!"
The warriors hurriedly accepted these precious treasures, then offered part of their spoils as paynt for the priest’s intervention.
Of course, to thank the ghosts and gods for completing everything, they also offered sacrifices.
"This..."
Having witnessed all this, Du Chengfeng finally found a familiar feeling.
Isn’t this forging a weapon of Evil Qi?
Just unlike what he knew, this was not crafting weapons first and then imbuing them with Evil Qi through killing—this Yin priest’s actions were the reverse, casting the bodies into the furnace at the very beginning, mixing with the molten tal, finally shaping the weapons.
The difference is great, even imnse, whether in approach or thought, completely different. Most importantly, this Yin priest used corpses, not the living, but from the end result, the sinister weapon was still made.
"How is this done?"
Du Chengfeng felt his common sense being challenged again.
But he had beco accustod to such things, after all, his common sense had been challenged more than once or twice. Whenever he thought he grasped so unbreakable truth, this ghostly world always brought him a new surprise.
However, he still had his doubts, always feeling that this thod produces weapons with significant differences from the Evil Qi weapons he had seen before.
And in the following scenes, he indeed saw those differences.
The difference was that the sinister weapons made with this thod were fiercer and more powerful. Unlike the later sinister weapons he had seen, these Yin people used the bones of their comrades to forge weapons that inherently held incredible power, with the Yin warriors wielding these weapons like fierce tigers descending a mountain, demolishing cities with ease.
As for why Du Chengfeng could see this, it was naturally because the priest who held the Bronze Halberd also joined the battle. Upon realizing the frontline lacked manpower, this strong priest attached the Halberd to a pole, forming a large axe, and wielded it with a ferocity exceeding the warriors.
"Hand over all your lives to !"
Shouting this, the priest swung at the surrounding bodies with lethal prowess, and with this terrifying slaughter, the blood truly gathered on the priest, flowing within the sharp patterns on his body, injecting more strength into his inherently strong physique.
For a mont, this priest fought increasingly bravely.
And beside this priest, the other warriors were doing the sa, brazenly slaughtering everything around them, wiping out all enemies in a blink. This ancient city with a complete defensive structure was soon decimated, the price for daring to harm Yin warriors.
Well then, how many Yin warriors were there?
Five people.
Including the priest himself, the Yin people killed an entire city with just five individuals.
This was the Yin people’s most accustod warfare tactic.
Array battles? Not needed. Mighty generals charging? Also not needed. True strength doesn’t require weaklings to drag oneself down; they can kill everything alone.
But in the eyes of the Yin people, this still wasn’t strong enough.
"If I could be a bit stronger, I could do this petty task alone."
This was the Yin priest’s lant after the bloody battle, despite the great victory, he still blad himself, thinking he wasn’t strong enough.
"But luckily, just need to perform a few more rituals."
The Yin priest sighed.
"Just need to perform seven more rituals, then I can definitely achieve it; only seven more, and I will beco a true ghost and god... Unfortunately, I know too much."
Still know too much?
Why say this?
Du Chengfeng suddenly froze.
The fleeting inspiration suddenly beca clear.
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