Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The advantages of the former are self-evident.

The problem is that the skills that can be innately written into the genetic level are relatively simple.

Even the doomsday beast can only master seven to nine methods of constructing the spiritual magnetic force field at most.

Moreover, the skills are all solidified, and there is almost no possibility of upgrading and expanding.

Although the latter requires a long study time, it is unknown whether it will be successful.

But it is full of ever-changing and infinite upgrade possibilities.

Even if the three-star realm is extraordinary, it is possible to master dozens of construction methods of the spiritual magnetic force field, display dozens of skills in battle, and cooperate with different genres and props to play hundreds of dazzling tactics .

Theoretically speaking, if an extraordinary person is given a long enough lifespan, he can even learn tens of thousands of methods of constructing spiritual magnetic fields.

This is "innately written", something that is far from being possible.

The Turan people's way of using psychic energy is somewhat biased towards the "innate writing" of monsters.

The five major clans all have innate and unique "totem combat skills" derived from genetic factors and engraved on the genetic level.

The purer the bloodline, the richer and clearer the relevant battle information contained in the genetic factors, so that those pure-blooded nobles can awaken the power of the totem without a teacher at a very young age.

From this perspective, it is not unreasonable for the clan nobles with thousands of years of history to despise the rat people who are constantly mixing blood and losing their clan characteristics.

Because of the continuous dilution and fusion of the latter's blood, the "combat program" in the genetic factors often becomes fragmented and beyond recognition.

This made it ten times more difficult for them to awaken the power of the totem than pure blood warriors.

In Turanze, where there is no scientific, comprehensive, and standardized training system, and there are no relevant schools, virtual, and distance education channels, and it is all dependent on family blood to inherit the way of using psychic powers. Before the rise of the Great Horn Legion, there were almost no rat people. Awakening naturally, a chance for salted fish to turn around.

In addition, "innate writing" has a very terrible side effect.

This way of transmitting information directly at the genetic level through genetic factors seems to affect the logical thinking ability of carbon-based intelligent life.

The so-called wisdom is not necessary for survival.

If the skills necessary to climb to the top of the food chain have long been engraved in the genes, then there is no need to learn more messy dragon-slaying skills, as long as you continue to fight, kill, and destroy, and fully stimulate the ferocity deep in the genes. up.

Meng Chao was very skeptical that the Turanian civilization would continue to degenerate.

From being able to create the ultimate individual equipment full of black technology such as the "Totem Armor" at the beginning, it is now impossible to manufacture even the simplest front-loading gun.

It is because, at a certain critical point in time ten thousand years ago, the method of "innate writing" rather than "acquired learning" was chosen to pass on skills.

At this moment, Meng Chao's thoughts were interrupted by loud shouts from the stage.

When I looked up, I found that two priests used two special iron tongs to press a fragment of totem armor that exuded orange red light, as if it had been burned to a high temperature of thousands of degrees, and pressed it firmly on the totem on Iron Head's heart.

This totem is the part with the strongest spiritual energy in Iron Head's body. The cells swell, the blood boils, and the mitochondria crazily output energy, showing a natural reaction on the skin.

The fragments of the totem armor felt the surging vitality of the iron head, and immediately trembled like a living thing, stretched out dozens of slender tentacles, and penetrated deeply into the iron head.

Immediately afterwards, the entire breastplate was glued together tightly, as if it had grown directly from Iron Head's body, seamlessly.

Ratfolk cannot colonize Totem Warframes.

This is also a lie carefully fabricated by the rulers of Turanze.

A more accurate statement should be: "Rat people who have not been nourished by a large amount of cultivation resources since childhood and have congenital defects cannot use the totem armor for a long time on the premise of ensuring physical health and mental stability. The energy consumption is extremely high. It is very likely to counterattack the master's deadly weapon."

However, whether it is the priest of the mouse god who is singing and dancing.

There are still tens of thousands of high-spirited rat warriors with fire-breathing eyes.

Even being hit by the force of a flood like a beast, every bundle of blood vessels and nerves in the whole body, it is hard to tell whether it is the iron head himself who is in pain or the explosion of pleasure.

I'm afraid they don't even care about when the totem armor will completely consume the fire of their own life.

——Even if that time point is tomorrow.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!"

Iron Head let out a deafening roar again, held his head high, and showed everyone the fragments of the totem armor perfectly embedded on his chest.

The totem that just emerged from the chest seemed to have a strange penetrating power, but it actually emerged from the surface of the breastplate, forming a series of swirling, uneven patterns, making the sound of the iron head hammering the chest become a burst of waves. thunder.

"Look, who said that rat people can't breed totem armor? That's a complete lie!"

A Rat God priest with seventeen or eighteen strange horns on his head said loudly in an incendiary tone, "With the blessing of the Rat God, the warrior who just captured the city and captured the flag has successfully surrendered the power hidden in the totem war." Become an invincible totem warrior!

"In order to celebrate his victory and remember his glory, now, let us shout out the brand new name of this warrior—Flag Capturer!"

The name of a high-level orc does not remain unchanged for life.

Rather, at each stage of life, one must create more vigorous and brilliant achievements than the previous stage, only to be eligible to change to a name that is more resounding than in the past.

If a high-level orc only uses one name for a lifetime.

It means that in his life, he has never experienced anything thrilling and memorable.

Even at his own funeral, he would be laughed at.

For Tietou, the name "Flag Capturer" is appropriate.

For a moment, the syllable of "Flag Capturer" in Turan language, which is full of metal texture like a clash of swords, gushes out from tens of thousands of throats and resounds throughout the camp.

Even the defenders heard their cheers on the Bairen City tower several miles away, and for a moment, their expressions were gloomy and extremely depressed.

The sacrificial ceremony ended successfully in an extremely warm atmosphere.

In addition to Iron Head, there were also hundreds of Ratmen fighters who fought exceptionally bravely, and they were also rewarded to varying degrees.

Among them were Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

The two of them can be said to follow the iron head, no, follow the "Flag Capturer" chicken and dog to ascend to heaven.

No way, when the flag-captor fell from the city wall, the two of them followed him closely and shouted in his ear at the same time, only then did he call back his soul.

The flag-captor was extremely impressed with these two fighters who were "almost as brave as himself."

Thus, Meng Chao, Ice Storm, and hundreds of meritorious persons became the elite of the Big Horn Legion, the sharp blade of the Saintess of Ancient Dream, and a member of the Bone Battalion.

They were finally able to leave the siege of Baijian City and go to a more important battlefield.

——The siege of Baijian City was a protracted war of attrition, and the result of throwing down tens of thousands of corpses was just a light battle flag.

In order to completely capture Bairen City, at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of corpses must be left behind.

Such a cruel bottomless pit should be filled with the cannon fodder corpses of ordinary rat people.

Elites like Capture the Flag, Meng Chao, and Ice Storm who have proved their courage, loyalty, and ability on the battlefield should die in more meaningful places.

The officers of the Bone Battalion who came to receive these newly promoted elite officers told them that they were about to perform more arduous, glorious and sacred tasks.

Ambush the elite wolf clan rushing to the aid of Baiblade City!

"The wolves are nothing to be afraid of. They were killed by the Saintess of Ancient Dream long ago. They were also beaten to disgrace by us in Baijian City. We even captured the battle flag that symbolizes will and glory!"

The officer of the White Bone Camp brandished the wolf-toothed saber seized from the wolves, and hoarsely boosted morale, "Warriors of the White Bone Camp, now let us condense the anger of thousands of years to give these bereaved dogs a final blow! "

And the elite battle group of the wolf tribe faced each other head-to-head in the field battle.

This is two months, no, a month ago, the Rat People warriors could not have dreamed of something.

But being dazzled by a series of victories, the pride of joining the Bone Battalion filled every blood vessel and nerve, especially inspired by the benchmark of "the Rat God's protection, invulnerability", all the new elites firmly believe that , even if he is destined to shed the last drop of blood before the sun rises tomorrow, the final victory will definitely belong to the Rat People, the Saintess of Ancient Dream, the Great Horn Legion, and the great Rat God!

What's more, what the officers of the White Bone Battalion brought was not just empty slogans.

In addition to a full change of clothes, everyone is equipped with full-metal armor and weapons that have been tempered and tried.

In addition to the fragrant high-energy food supplements.

There is also an artifact that is said to have been excavated from a lost temple by the ancient dream saint herself, and it is an artifact from tens of thousands of years ago.

At first glance, it was a statue of a rat god with horns, about half an arm high, and carved from white bones with crystal clear texture.

Between the intricate natural lines on the statue, the power of the totem flows faintly, but it exudes the feeling that this bone sculpture still has cell activity, as if it has life.

The officers of the White Bone Battalion respectfully placed the bone sculpture on a temporary altar.

And let the elite rat people who had just joined the Bone Camp come forward, bit their index fingers one by one, and squeezed a drop of blood towards the bone carving.

The bone carving is as smooth as jade, without any tiny holes on the surface.

The moment the blood touched the bone carving, it didn't stay or slip off, but penetrated into the bone carving and disappeared without a trace.

Hundreds of elite rat people, hundreds of drops of blood, gathered together, at least a big bowl.

After being sucked down to the last drop, it only made the lifelike eyes on the bone carvings turn slightly red.