Chapter 464: Multi-Eyed Tentacles, Towering Giant

In group battles, especially when dealing with human wave tactics where individuals are relatively weak, piling up size and mass is a good method. The huge size has enough battlefield strike and firepower coverage area, and sufficient mass and density can bring good resistance and strength.

Among the Red Flame Taoist soldiers, there happened to be a believer who advocated the doctrine that bigger is better. However, he did not study the doctrine of firepower coverage and the doctrine of caliber truth. Instead, he embarked on the path of gigantic flesh and blood.

Huge and terrifying tentacles swept the barbarians on the battlefield. Just a simple whip and sweep brought out countless flesh pastes, which were then absorbed by the bloody and fleshy fungal carpets all over the battlefield and turned into nutrients for the tentacles.

"I send my greetings to you on behalf of my Almighty Lord, Heavenly Father, and the merciful Lord of R'lyeh!"

A large hole was torn in the tentacles, revealing densely packed sharp fangs, and a human voice uttered from his mouth. He was certainly not a chaotic follower of the old gods, but he had taken a slightly evil path in the derivation of flesh and blood.

Originally, the neurozoa in this host's body planned to achieve gigantic human bodies and make the host evolve towards Titans and Giants, but due to insufficient reserves, they could only carry out partial body gigantism first.

However, the alienation of the body, whether it is the hands or feet, the construction of flesh and bones will still consume a lot of energy, thereby weakening the host's combat effectiveness. Therefore, this neuroworm with amazing wisdom immediately thought of using mollusks instead, which is the origin of the tentacles on the battlefield.

For the purpose of observing the battlefield situation, he dotted the tentacles with many eyeballs to facilitate the vision in all directions and to carry out all-round attacks. As a result, evil creatures that make people's scalps tingle and reduce sanity were born. It can be said that it would not be inconsistent even if he was cosplaying as the old gods' followers.

It was also the first time that the barbarians realized that they also suffered from gigantic fear. Under the gaze of the huge multi-eyed tentacles, countless barbarians went crazy on the spot, emitting miserable screams and fleeing in all directions.

After killing countless barbarians and the flesh and blood fungus blanket had plundered enough bio-energy, these tentacles began to gather together, and a huge cocoon mixed with bones and flesh appeared on the battlefield.

Even faster, without giving the barbarians and shamans time to react, the blood cocoon was torn apart, and a giant supported by bones, without skin, with bright red muscle texture exposed, emerged from the blood cocoon in the posture of a hero.

"Perfect, perfect, the perfect combination of a strong physique and a huge body, my Colossal Titan is finally born!"

The neurozoan researcher was so excited that his shrill voice rang out, causing other neurozoans to complain.

"What the hell is a Colossal Titan? It's a waste of a huge amount of bioenergy. If I had all that energy, I could have designed the Leviathan Fortress!"

"What a waste, such a naked waste. I will apply for arbitration. This is a huge waste of public resources!"

"Giant, are you afraid of a 1.5 meter tall guy? Does the back of your neck feel cold?"

Although countless complaints echoed in the mental network, at least at this moment, the appearance of the giant became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the barbarians.

"Devil, this is the giant in the grassland legend who can compete with the Sun-Swallowing Wolf. He has appeared from the myth. We are finished, and the Jurchens are finished!"

As monks of the grassland royal court, shamans are better at decorating themselves with myths and legends to show their prestige, and the royal court also needs shamans to endorse their status, so shamanism came into being. Shamanism calls the royal court, that is, the golden clan Mengwu, the descendants of the magic wolf, and ultimately rules all the lands under the sun and moon.

In those myths, the totem of the Golden Clan, the Golden Wolf, is an ancient monster, the eldest son of the Sun-Swallowing Wolf. Under the leadership of the wolf, he fought against the giants and finally drove them away. Only then were the tribes on the grassland able to recuperate and gradually grow stronger. In the final analysis, it was just a lie fabricated by the ruling class to consolidate their position and publicize their own legitimacy. It sounded ridiculous and difficult to prove to the Han people in Middle-earth, but it was just right for the grassland aliens who had more brawn than brains.

The ignorant barbarians soon found the origin of the giants from the myths passed down from generation to generation on the grassland. Shamanism ruled the various tribes on the grassland with faith and fear, but eventually it reaped the consequences of its own actions. The barbarians' faith was extremely pure at this moment, but their conviction collapsed in an instant. They prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing continuously, trying to gain a glimmer of hope with their devout faith.

The giant's breath was like thunder, and a strong wind whistled out of his mouth, carrying a large amount of hot air that blew a group of ignorant barbarians to death. Then he waved his hand again, and the earth shook, causing countless casualties.

Lü Ji, whose special move was the three farmer punches, stopped the shaman in front of him and said, "My foreign friend, it's time for you to get going!"

The shaman glanced at the towering giant with white clouds above his head, then turned to Lü Ji and said, "People from the Central Plains, let me go. You can kill these grassland warriors as you like, whether it's extracting souls or refining corpses. After all, these mortals are only useful for this purpose."

"But I am different. I am a shaman, a practitioner. Your every move determines the attitude of the grassland practitioners, and we have some dealings with your Middle-earth Demon Sect."

He glanced at the battlefield full of demons, and his eyes twitched: "You don't want to offend fellow Taoists from the Middle-earth Demon Sect for no reason, do you?"

Lu Ji grinned: "When you were weak, you shouted for war and killing without mercy. Now the situation is in our favor, you only know how to build relationships and talk about interests. Should I say that you know the times, or that you are thick-skinned?"

The shaman's face darkened. "People from the Central Plains, please don't be ungrateful. I am leaving not because I am afraid of you, but because I don't want to engage in a meaningless fight. The victory on the battlefield belongs to you, and the prisoners are also yours. The conditions are good enough."

He didn't consume much magic power, but the bone magic weapon on him was not easy to come by. It cost thousands of lives and was very hard to refine. He originally thought that if he met some ants, he could just kill them casually, but he didn't expect that the ants turned over and became dragons. He would have to fight with them, and the outcome was uncertain. If he damaged his own magic weapon, it would be a loss.

The grasslands worship strength the most, and Shamanism is even more so. The source of combat power for many shamans is mostly mysterious spells and their own magical weapons. If the magical weapons are lost, their status will inevitably plummet and they will be suppressed.

"Besides, your strange power-building technique has been interrupted. Your current strength is not enough to stop me. I advise you to take care of yourself!"

Looking at the somewhat complacent shaman, Lu Ji rolled his eyes. It seemed that the days of luxury on the grassland had worn away the remaining wisdom of this damn shaman. This was a war, this was a war. How could it be like playing house, where you could come and go as you please?

Thinking of this, Lu Ji clenched his fist. If a tiger doesn't show its power, people will look down on it.

"Stupid, die for me!"

(End of this chapter)