above the sky

Chapter 45 Turbine
"The blood of one warrior will be repaid with a hundred imperial men."

He spoke in his mouth, but his hands didn't stop.

The great shaman will be located in the box. Although it has been taken out long ago, the two hearts that are still bright red and beating are gently picked up.

Then, it was gently placed in the crucible, which had completely turned into a bright red color, like magma, and also like boiling blood on the medicinal mud.

The ritual is complete as the heart sinks into the mud.

When he held his breath, a burst of spiritual light visible to the naked eye flickered.

The turbid medicinal mud in the crucible instantly became pure and deep, and the red blood paste transformed into another ink-like medicinal juice within a few breaths.

A clear and pure 'blood ink'.

And at the moment when the blood ink was formed, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and suddenly bursts of mountain shouts sounded from the mountainside outside the big shaman's tent, just like the shouts and roars of ancient ancestors, causing all the totem poles to vibrate.

The shout spread all the way to the redwood swamp at the foot of the mountain. The sudden strong wind swept every branch, leaf and tree trunk in the forest sea, making the whole forest noisy, and the mist and miasma above the swamp rose even more, spreading a colorful color.

At this moment, the 32 hunters knelt on their knees and prostrated themselves on both sides of the tent. Animu held up the cauldron, and he stretched out his hand to poke into it, not caring that the bright red liquid in the cauldron was hotter than boiling water. several times.

Afterwards, the old man used his hand as a brush, stained with blood ink, and motioned the hunters to raise their foreheads, and then slowly painted bloody lines on the tops of the hunters' foreheads.

Every hunter couldn't help showing joy on his face, and then his expression became painful, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured it—the bright red blood lines spread along the forehead towards the inside of the flesh and blood, spread between breaths, and implanted between muscles and viscera. Breathing becomes thick.

In the bodies of the few hunters who are extremely adaptable to this blood ink, tiny scales develop accordingly.

There is a smell of earth and sea breeze in the air. It is the smell of mountains and tides, and it is a harbinger of the awakening of the spirit of mountain tides.

Animu painted lines with blood and ink for the 32 warrior hunters in turn, but he did not stop, but walked all the way to the redwood swamp.

In his ears, the tremors of many totems and the voices of spirits slowly converged into one piece, surging like a tide.

As time went by, the whistling sound gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a deep and deep murmur coming from the depths of the swamp.

【life……】

Letting the vague but soul-stirring spirit voice whistle back and forth in his ears, Animu's face was solemn, the blood ink in the crucible in his hand had dried up, and the medicine dregs were completely hardened and turned pale.

There were only two hearts left, one big and one small, which were extremely bright red and beating violently, containing extremely strong life force.

"The lord of the mountain, the son of the sea, the pulsation of the tide, the mountain call of the earth... This is a sacrifice that belongs to you alone, and it is dedicated to your life."

Chanting ancient sacrificial words in his mouth, the old shaman stepped into the center of the swamp.

Then, he placed the medicine pot on the muddy swamp water, turned and left.

The redwood swamp was shaking slightly, and all the trees in the forest were shaking.

In the middle of the swamp, the quagmire began to spin, sucking the medicine pot deep, and the invisible spiritual voice let out a loud roar, followed by a greedy sucking sound.

If you look down on the mountainside, you can vaguely see that in the depths of this swamp, which is regarded as a holy place by the Sequoia Tribe, there is a huge shadow shaking and bulging.

Its shape twisted and circled, and six scarlet light sources lit up under the mud.

It wriggled at the bottom of the quagmire, making tremors and howls that humans could hardly hear.

The pure sacrifice that took place in the ancestral land of the Sequoia aborigines did not cause any changes in a short period of time.

But there is no doubt that something has happened.

After a while, the sky fell, and Harrison Port entered dusk.

It was late in the evening, and Ian in the house lit the fire. He stirred the charcoal in the stove with a fire stick, causing a handful of golden-red sparks to burst out from the gap between the stove and the pot, creating a burst of smoke and dust.

The fire was getting stronger and more firewood was added. After the boy who was cooking porridge and preparing dinner was sure that it was ready, he got up and went to the cupboard beside him to take out the healing herbal potion that had been standing for a day.

- Boom!
A white light pierced the dark sky, thunder rang out, and it rained heavily again in Harrison Harbor.

Ian picked up the potion and looked out the window sideways. The fine raindrops covered the entire land, and the unformed thunder faintly rolled in the tumbling rain clouds in the sky. From time to time, a real lightning struck down, illuminating the entire port and the coast.

"Normal tropical weather is unlikely to be this bad."

Shaking his head slightly, after listening to five thunderstorms in 3 minutes, Ian knew that the weather in the other world must have more variables than that in his hometown.

However, in Harrison Port, there is a thunderstorm twice every three days in summer, which can even attract a large group of minehunting jellyfish not far from the cliff of lamenting, which is obviously not within the scope of the usual situation.

The thunder that shone and dissipated in the clouds contained an aura that made Ian instinctively uneasy.

He had a vague premonition that his teacher's mission was related to the real reason for this weird weather.

But now is not the time to think about that.

After standing still for a day, the concentration potion exudes a peculiar fragrance. If Ian had to describe it, it would be mint-flavored toilet water mixed with cooling oil. Just by sniffing it lightly, one can feel a slight coolness from the tip of the nose to the lung cavity.

Observing carefully, Ian noticed that the quality of the water on the top layer of the potion was different from normal water. When he opened the vision horizon, the faint blue halo emanating from the upper half of the water tank proved his point.

"It seems that the effective part of the Meditation Herb and other herbal medicines is a substance that is lighter than water. After being boiled and left to stand overnight, the medicine will float up. This happens to be the simplest and most effective purification step."

Although he was thinking about the conclusion in his mind, Ian's hand didn't stop.

After arriving at the room where his younger brother Elan was, he simply followed Elder Pudd's instructions, scooped up a spoonful of water with a cleaned wooden spoon, fed it to his younger brother who was still dreaming, and then took it out from the bottom of the medicine jar. The dregs of the medicine that had turned into a light green powder were applied to the opponent's temples and around the forehead.

"~"

Elan was still asleep, and opened his eyes due to the stimulation of the potion. The young boy looked at Ian with wide eyes, and looked at his brother for a few seconds. Then he showed a very comfortable expression, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep .

"The effect is quite good, and the eyes are much smarter."

Ian was not surprised by this, because before using it on Elan, he had already used the vision of vision to predict that the potion was not dangerous at all, and even very beneficial.

Soon, he himself followed the instructions and took a small amount of the remaining concentration potion.

A spoonful of the potion entered his throat, and he didn't feel anything at first, but soon, Ian couldn't help trembling slightly.

A cold feeling spread along the throat, stomach and even the entire digestive tract, spreading to the whole body.

This feeling, when Ian was dizzy from practicing psychic power all afternoon, the exhausted Ian suddenly woke up, as if he had taken a cold shower when he was in a daze, and was temporarily full of energy.

Even if you are full of food and drink, and have plenty of physical strength, if you use your spiritual power for too long, you will feel as if you are staying up all night and using your brain too much.

When he was the most exhausted in the afternoon, Ian even felt that his brain was like a red iron block, hot and painful, with a swelling feeling like swelling and inflammation.

After resting for a period of time, this discomfort has subsided a lot.But after taking this mind-boosting water, Ian immediately noticed that his originally hot brain and body were rapidly 'cooling' down, and a comfortable refreshing feeling gushed out continuously.

If I have to use an analogy, Ian feels that this kind of comfort is no less than that after running outside for a morning when the temperature is 42 degrees in summer, he finally goes home and enters the air-conditioned room to enjoy ice cream.

"The medicine is really good!"

Ian couldn't help admiring it, but he also knew very well that this concentration herbal potion was definitely worth a lot. It might not be a problem to sell seven or eight thalers for just a small bag alone. A few bags added up to the original annual salary of his uncle.

The elder gave himself a whole box of medicine bags. This behavior can't be called generosity, it's almost as unbelievable as throwing money into the water and hearing the sound.

It can only be said that this kind of resource that is quite precious to ordinary people is probably just a consumable for a trial for nobles and big shots.

"Anyway, it's not poisonous, so it's useless."

Hilliard hadn't returned yet, and Ian didn't wait for him, so he finished his porridge and settled for dinner by himself.

After eating and drinking enough, he sat quietly by the window, closed his eyes, and tried to sense the source seed while the effect of the concentration potion was still on and his spirit was refreshed and clear.

Because of teacher Hilliard's guidance, and recently ate a monster-grade salmon that contained a lot of source quality.

Ian quickly sensed the existence of the source substance in his body and the virtual source seed.

For a while, he heard a slight 'crash' sound, like a tidal wave.

Ian knew that it was the synesthesia brought about by the flow of source matter fragments in his blood. It was flowing in every corner of his body, subtly increasing his physical fitness.

"The flow of source quality is a little faster today, and the practice in the afternoon seems to be really useful."

The source quality follows the blood circulation system in the body, flowing back and forth around Ian's body and heart. The muscles, internal organs and even cells of his whole body are greedily absorbing the source material and absorbing the energy of life.

But the real big head is still the virtual source seed located in the heart.

A large number of source quality fragments poured into it, absorbed and compressed by the automatically running source seeds, and condensed into a truly regular source quality.

Ian focused, and every detail of the originally blurred virtual source became clear.

Relying on his professional work experience in the past, these two days of practice and observation have given him a considerable understanding of the structure of the source seed.

Abandoning all fancy adjectives and cultural connotations, Yuanzhong is simply a storage and conversion device.

Its structure is similar to a turbocharger, and it operates with the power of heartbeat and breathing. The source substance produced after the food is digested will enter the blood, and then be collected by the source seed, refined and extracted, then stored, and released when needed.

Source quality is a special kind of life energy. A small amount of source quality fragments flowing in the blood circulation system can increase a person's physical fitness.

The high-purity source quality is released by the source seed and enters the body organs, which will greatly increase the physical fitness in a short period of time.

It includes absolute strength, nerve reflexes, exercise tolerance, regeneration ability and physical toughness, all of which are improved in all aspects.

In the world of Terra, if an ordinary person who works normally and eats normally is forced to a desperate situation, he may burst out the source quality instinctively preserved in his body and release a power far beyond his limit in a short period of time.

In times of crisis, in order to protect the child, the mother pushed the carriage and kicked away the big rock with one hand. In the world of Terra, it is not a magical news, but something that is no longer normal. Rather, it would be strange if it did not happen.

Ordinary people can do this, not to mention the sublimator reserve who holds the source seed?

Take Ian himself as an example. After eating a Warcraft salmon, even though his body is still weak and he is only a child over eight years old, if he completely releases the source quality accumulated in the source seed, he can still survive in a dozen years. Within minutes, he displayed strength comparable to that of an adult man.

Of course, the real effect of source quality is definitely not to use it as a consumable.

As the essence of life, sublimated people accumulate source quality to condense sublimated organs.

If it is said that the source quality only improves the physical quality for a short period of time, and then returns to normal when it is exhausted, or even overdraws all energy, then the sublimated organs have the power comparable to the source quality when it explodes, especially in most cases.

Therefore, if it is not a real desperate situation, Ian feels that no sublimation person will use the source quality he has stored indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)