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Chapter 418

Meng Sanqi's heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness. What kind of hatred did he have for the person behind the scenes to frame him like this?

But now, everything was fine. The bitterness was over and the sweetness had come. Looking at the strong man lying in the dark secret room, Meng Sanqi smiled.

While being chased by the tribe's warriors, he accidentally fell into a pool and found a secret room at the bottom of the pool. At the same time, the entire secret room was filled with a poisonous gas that could make people hallucinate unknowingly.

Meng Sanqi used the beast tooth to resist the effect of the poisonous gas. In the secret room, he found a secret method that could strip other people's totems and turn them into warriors.

Later, Meng Sanqi used the hallucinatory poisonous gas in the secret room to subdue the warriors who were chasing him.

Now, as long as he stripped this man of his totem, he could become a warrior and leave this place to go to other tribes. No matter what, he would be able to get a good identity.

After a slight hesitation, Meng Sanqi pulled open the man's clothes and revealed his back.

Meng Sanqi had specially collected information about totems, so he had a certain understanding of totems.

The so-called totems were the scenes in the ancestral land. It was the scenery of the land of God. With the sacrifice of the priests, they could see the ancestral land for a short time.

With the body of the Desolate, it was difficult for them to see the full picture of the ancestral land. But as long as they remembered one thing, they could turn it into their own totem. After that, the totem was the connection between the Desolate and the ancestral land.

Through the totem, the Desolate could borrow the divine power of the ancestral land.

And by continuously sacrificing their own totem, they could also strengthen it. It was said that when you could draw the whole picture, you could go to the ancestral land and obtain eternal life.

But in fact, no priest in the Meng Shan tribe had ever reached that level. Even the high priest, who was called close to God, did not appear. It could only be regarded as a medium tribe.

Most warriors' totems were actually on their backs. This was because of the symbolic culture of the Desolate Man, as they were born from the Source of Life. In their myths and legends, the first Desolate Man's Source of Life was complete. At that time, there was no one to help him. He was the one who broke his own back to be born. After that, in order to repair his back, he stuck the scene of the Desolate Man's ancestors on his back.

This legend might be a moral or a truth, but the truth was that most of the Desolate had their totems on their backs.

"I was wronged. I didn't want to die, so I wasn't wrong." Meng Sanqi looked at this man. Maybe he had met him once or twice in the tribe, or maybe he hadn't. After all, although the Meng Mountain Tribe was only a mid-sized tribe, it still had several tens of thousands of people. But now, he was going to become a stepping stone for him to rise up. Meng Sanqi felt that he had to say something.

"It's all the fault of the person who framed me. It's all you who couldn't find out the truth!" As Meng Sanqi spoke, he finally made up his mind. He grabbed the man's hair, stretched out two fingers, and dug out the man's eyeballs. Then, he cut open the man's back, dug a hole with his iron sword, and put one of the eyeballs inside. Then, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the other eye, symbolizing that he had seen what he had seen.

Meng Sanqi then took out the antidote he had prepared in the secret room and gave it to his former compatriot to smell, waking him up. Ignoring the man's screams, Meng Sanqi continued to torture him again and again, forcing him to instinctively use his totems under extreme pain, then peeled off the skin on his back and stuck it on his face.

As the man's screams gradually stopped, Meng Sanqi felt himself entering a strange sensory state. A thick scent of blood filled his nose, as well as a strange taste in his mouth that wouldn't go away. Because he had to keep his eyes open, Meng Sanqi could only feel his vision becoming hazy.

Something slowly manifested in front of Meng Sanqi's eyes. He could feel something moving around him, a bone-chilling sensation that caused his entire body to tremble.

He could feel that the other party was standing right in front of him, the distance between them was less than a finger's width. In fact, the other party's breath was blowing on his skin, lightly caressing Meng Sanqi's face.

Outside the secret room, Killer J curled his lips. He had originally wanted to find a chance to add some water to Meng Sanqi's fortuitous encounter, but he didn't expect the will of the world to be prepared for it. An Ancestral Spirit was currently hiding inside the secret room, which was a matter that was governed by the Laws.

In truth, if possible, the will of the world would have preferred to send the Ancestral Spirit out to kill Negri's subordinate, but that wasn't realistic. Negri's information had already flowed into this world, and his will had also infiltrated the world. Right now, he could only hide in the shadows, but once the will of this world was disqualified, Negri would be able to compete for the position at any time.

Because when he first transmigrated to this world, Negri had sprinkled his information into this world, his will had already infected the will of the world, becoming two separate entities. Even without the world virus, Negri could still invade a world.

It was for this reason that Negri had said that if the will of this world didn't do a good job, he would replace it and refine the will of the world into a part of himself.

After transmigrating to this world, Killer J used the Heroic Spirit Trial that Negri had created to register himself in this world. If he was a normal person, the will of the world would have a much easier time controlling him after registering himself, but Killer J was a Combatant who was currently condensing his own path, and he had the support of Negri's will, so if he tried to forcibly act against him, the consequences would only be worse.

As long as the other party treated the protagonist in a normal manner, the will of the world couldn't break the Laws.

This was also because the will of the Barren Sacrifice world hadn't been personified. If it had been personified, the will of the world would be able to use the various Authorities it held more flexibly. Of course, there was also a downside to having a personified will of the world, which was that it would become one-sided when it took control of the world. Although its methods would be more flexible, its control wouldn't be deep enough, and the world's Authorities could also be forcefully inherited by other living beings of the world.

This was the case for the Moon Tree world. The three elven Pillar Gods each inherited a portion of the Moon Tree world's Authority, but the Seven Gods later stripped it of almost all of its Authority and raised the will of the Moon Tree like a pig. If it was the will of the world that had been transformed into Chaos, such a thing would basically be impossible. Their will had perfectly fused with the Laws and Authorities, so while they couldn't violate the Laws, they also had full control over the Laws.

Or rather, it was because they had perfectly fused with the Laws and Authorities that they had no choice but to fully carry them out. It was fortunate that the collision of the two worlds at the time allowed Negri to borrow this immense power to infect the world with his will.

"Heh heh heh" Killer J snickered wickedly. He liked it the most when people wanted to kill him a few thousand times over, but couldn't do anything to him. In fact, he could even obtain a bit of killing intent from the will of the world.