Where is the gap between civilizations and civilizations? What are the advantages of higher civilizations over lower civilizations?

The answer is undoubtedly absolute:

Crushed in despair!

Under the guidance of God, the Wugmar black orcs united under the banner of the empire have developed a highly developed military civilization in thousands of years, and the advantage of the imperial legion forged with iron and blood in the face of a group of races that are barely maintained in a tribal civilization and do not even have a systematic language or writing is at the fault level.

Under such a desperate gap, the three major indigenous forces resisted the onslaught of the black orcs for a day and night in a scattered and separate mode, completely relying on good individual combat strength.

This rare advantage came to an end the next morning.

The barbarian legions were wiped out by the harpy banshees and vultures who were able to draw through the bloody battle all night, but the three imperial legions were overwhelmed and defeated the invasion of the headhunters several times in a row.

During this period, the Black Blade struck several times, and completely burst out with the power of the three legendary-level battles of the Filthy Wing Queen, the Great Chieftain of the Vulture, and the Guardian of the Vultures, and continuously blasted the three legendary combat powers to the brink of serious injury.

As a last resort, the god of skulls, the patron saint of the head-hunting barbarians who had been avoiding war, appeared.

The totemic deity was manifested in the form of a large, disgusting head, and upon closer inspection, it was suddenly realized that this skull was composed of countless skulls, and the outer layer was only wrapped in a layer of shriveled gray-white dead flesh, and a pale totemic fire like ashes was burning around it.

As a god who guards a large tribe and accepts the sacrifices of the tribe day and night, the god of skulls has accumulated a lot of energy over the course of hundreds of years, but because of the long-term peace in the hills, there is no room for action, so his already timid and murderous nature has become more and more cowardly.

In the end, he is just a deformed product born out of the totem worship of the barbarian tribes.

From the body of the Black Blade, the Skull God felt a great threat, and if it weren't for the crisis of the tribe, he would not have appeared at all.

The totem gods can't get rid of the tribe, and once the blood sacrifice is lost, the power of the inferior gods born from totem worship will soon be exhausted, and the meaning of existence will also collapse.

In other words, the survival of the tribe and the survival of the patron saint are tied to the same concept!

The appearance of the Skull God caused the barbarians, whose morale was on the verge of collapse, to rekindle their fanatical desires, and they all howled and rushed to the authority to fight against the black orcs.

Worship distorts people, gods make people crazy, and the skull god only manifests itself to restore the collapse of the hearts of the entire tribe.

The dead eyes of the black blade finally fluctuated, and the blood-stained dragon halberd pointed at the false god.

In a hundred days, no less than ten totem gods died in his hands, and most of them were just some spirits who enjoyed sacrifices but had no combat power.

And he felt a different aura on the body of the skull god.

This totemic spirit has the aura of divinity in it!

Divinity comes from the sublimation of the spirit, and this sublimation can only be touched by ordinary short creatures under the precipitation of a long time, such as a caster with a lifespan of 1,000 years can awaken 1 point of divinity on his own, accumulating 1 point every 500 points.

This is undoubtedly a slow pace, and the Lich can accumulate divinity through near-eternal life without care, but the only source for short-born, powerful species to gain divinity in the fastest time is through killing and plundering.

The Skull God is a worthy hunt.

Choosing the target, no one hesitated, there was no slowness in the movements of the hand, the black blade attacked with a halberd, and the narrow moon blade hooked up the black and red aurora at the same time, tearing the wind pressure, folding a thousand sharp edges, condensed in one point, and burst out at the moment of touch.

Martial Arts - Polar Star Wolf Slash!

……

The night, hidden outside the battlefield, witnessed the battle.

When the skull god appeared and the black blade attacked, Cangye had completed the preliminary data model construction work.

The level of the Skull God is between 45~47, but the real combat power may drop to 43, which is not as good as the legendary middle level, and the Black Blade is the third legendary peak powerhouse after the Lord of Polo's Castle, the Lich Kelvin, and the God Fallen!

Perhaps he hadn't noticed that he had already reached the task of fulfilling his destiny.

The Polar Star Celestial Wolf Slash compressed its qi to the extreme, and suddenly burst out at the moment when the scythe blade swung out, and the void space even fluctuated slightly in this extremely short moment.

In the next second, what Cangye saw was dust and smoke rising from the flat ground, and behind it was the trauma of the earth that had been torn apart.

It is more than 80 feet deep! 10 feet wide, at least hundreds of barbarians were crushed into meat sauce under this slash.

Blood splattered all over the Black Orc Overseer's body, and his expressionless face added a bit of terrifying hideousness.

The skull god let out a bluff roar, his eyes flashing with undisguised pain and horror, and the flames that covered his body suddenly became a little illusory.

After all, the extremely strong physical attack still injured the spirit life, and the skull god was not lightly injured.

That is, fear, but also unwilling to be humiliated, the skull god made a final struggle.

The massive skull stretched its mouth to its maximum, the corners of its mouth cracked to the base of its ears, revealing a mouth full of fine, sharp fangs, and the dense skulls opened their mouths to let out silent screams at the same time.

The energy converged, and the filthy blood light condensed into a ball of lightning under the giant mouth, and opened its mouth to aim at the black blade.

The three legends of the mortally wounded also made a comeback, and the Great Vulture Chief swung his brand-new bone spear, and the weapon leaped into a crackling lightning bolt, aiming at the ears of the black orcs.

Thunder and lightning strike!

The Filthy Wing Queen flickered her wings and blew the wind into a 40-foot-long blade that slashed sideways.

The Vulture Patronus is a dinosaur with two huge heads, nearly 20 meters in size, standing on two legs like a lizard-like body, and its mountain-like body crushes down towards the black blade.

The siege of the four powerhouses of the same rank still failed to make this tower-like giant feel any passion, as if the expression that had not changed for thousands of years finally showed a trace of impatience.

"Boring fight!"

The Overseer's figure vanished in an instant, his swift movements transcending the afterimage, as if time had been stretched infinitely and his surroundings had come to a standstill.

The Blood Dragon Euphorbia spewed out with a blast of blood, and the first target was the Eagle Chief.

Martial Arts - Lightning Flash!

Without any ability to resist, the Great Chief was so shattered in the head and killed on the spot.

The second is the Queen of the Filthy Wings, whose blood halberd sways its wings with blood, like a large scissor with two blades, cutting the king of the harpy from the waist into two pieces.

Martial Arts - Wings Slash!

The Guardian's massive body collapsed with a thud, crushing the Black Blade.

But in the next second, the Guardian let out a painful howl, and his back was raised high like a sarcoma, bursting open.

Under the rain of blood, the black blade held the halberd in one hand, and the sharp edge reached the skull god, and then threw out.

The god of skulls was pierced at this moment, and the pale fire burned violently at this moment, bursting like a light bulb.

Immediately, the totem pole standing in the center of the tribe broke inch by inch, but it still retained nearly two-thirds of the part, and the light was dimmed to the extreme.

The Quartet besieged, the Quartet was killed, and the price paid by the black blade for this may be a temporarily immobile arm and a wisp of red at the corner of his mouth.

The four pillars collapsed, and the morale of the three major indigenous forces suddenly dropped to a minimum, and the team collapsed and scattered, defeated by the black orcs.

The black blade gasped slightly, and gradually pushed the four legendary-level combat power to the extreme with his own rigid physical fitness, so as to harvest it all at once, although the plan was good, it still consumed a lot.

An invisible haze suddenly clouded the mind, and the sixth sense of nothingness violently warned at this moment.

Sensing the crisis, the black blade suddenly turned back, and immediately after, he saw a black knife that emitted an endless evil aura and was filled with an indescribable wind leap into view.