"Holy crap! Size Transformation anywhere!"
"You can have it too, no need to be envious."
"My assessment is that it's an absolute rip-off; it took four people holding down a cow with incredible effort."
"So what if the Size Transformation? Can it withstand one of my self-destruct shots?"
"..."
The sour smell in the Local Area Network was almost overflowing.
Qin Ze examined it carefully.
The Size Transformation somewhat similar to the beast forms of the Heavenly King.
However, it is not entirely the same as the beast form.
The tribesmanship is more like a means of physical enhancement, without any innate abilities.
Moreover, they showed no signs of qi or blood fluctuations; they were all ordinary people, and even after their Size Transformation, they still showed no signs of qi or blood fluctuations.
For them, Size Transformation is as natural as breathing or blinking; it's something they're born with.
"It seems the Bai Bai blood is at work."
These people started from a very high point.
Even though he wasn't even a martial artist who hadn't reached a certain level, after his Size Transformation, he was already able to hold his own against Level One Martial Artist who lacked talent.
In short, their panel attributes are very high.
The Mist Lord shook his head repeatedly. "Look at the monsters you've created."
The Dharma King, however, wasn't as surprised as he was. "How novel! If they could still be alive today without the ability to Size Transformation, that would be truly bizarre."
If a group of harmless Little White continued to thrive in an environment surrounded by Cthulhu, it wouldn't be an inspirational story, but a horror story.
The group returned to camp carrying their prey and were immediately given a warm welcome by the tribespeople.
Several days later, the chieftain's poison had mostly subsided, and he was able to get out of bed and move around.
During this time, Lan led the tribe's warriors out hunting every day.
Qin Ze discovered that not all people in the tribe could Size Transformation.
Only a dozen or so people, including Lan, can transform.
Apart from Lan and the Tree Man, the others are all in the form of hairy behemoths.
Bai Bai yawned. "What's so interesting about primitive Savage Beast? We'd be better off figuring out how to get out of here."
Bai Bai really doesn't want to stay here and toil away like an old man anymore; he can't take it.
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Qin Ze glanced at it. " Savage Beast?"
Bai Bai casually remarked, "They're those hairy creatures, low-budget versions of Savage Beast."
" The Savage Beast is the first generation of the Strange Beast."
"Back then, the Strange Beast didn't have as many forms as they do now; they were all Savage Beast."
"It was only later that so many different kinds of Strange Beast gradually emerged."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
It was the Savage Beast genes in the Bai Bai blood that awakened the tribe's Size Transformation.
However, since the Savage Beast is Ancestral Beast, it means that the tribespeople can further evolve into more forms.
As the sun set, Lan led her hunting party home laden with their spoils.
He first visited the clan chief, and then went to interview the shaman.
The shaman opened his cloudy eyes and said, "Let me see how your breathing practice is going."
Lan sat down on the ground and began to breathe rhythmically.
A surge of energy rose from his body and traveled along all the meridians of his body.
Just as it was about to complete one cycle, the energy suddenly dissipated.
Qin Ze secretly sighed in regret.
Lan had just practiced a breathing technique that was as ordinary as it could possibly be, but it had many flaws, which led to his ultimate failure.
The shaman is the only warrior in the entire tribe, just one step away from becoming Level One Martial Artist.
The breathing technique was taught to Lan by the shaman.
Wu sighed, "This is a breathing method I figured out on my own, and there may be many mistakes in it."
"I'm getting old; the improvement and continuation of this breathing method rests on your shoulders."
"Lan, you are the future of the tribe, the one most likely to become Apostle of God."
Upon hearing this, Lan lowered her eyes. "But I haven't heard the call of God. Does God really exist in this world?"
The shaman's face immediately darkened. "Don't speak nonsense, the gods are watching us."
"It is because of God's protection that we have been able to continue our lineage for generations."
Qin Ze was astonished; Apostle had actually been born in this tribe?
" Good Good Good! The Pretty God now has Apostle too."
"Starting with a primordial world, I slaughtered my way through Chaos."
"Where are the Apostle?"
Let me see too~
"I think this shaman is quite a character."
"..."
The shaman was indeed a remarkable figure.
He figured out his own cultivation method in this environment.
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of a sentence.
Humans are always exploring their own limits and striving to become something far beyond themselves—a civilization.
In this world today, the rudiments of civilization have already emerged.
Lan seemed somewhat at a loss. "But... but what should I do to become Apostle of God?"
The shaman pressed his bone staff against Lan's chest. "Only by revering and remaining loyal to the gods, like the chieftain, can one gain their attention."
Lan replied, somewhat bewildered, "I understand."
The Dharma King asked on the Local Area Network, "Do you all know?"
A Bing replied, "I know... my ass! That old man, what he said is as good as saying nothing at all!"
Clown: "Joy, Pretty God herself doesn't know."
Qin Ze looked into the depths of the forest, where a large figure was moving rapidly, heading straight for the tribe's territory.
The Dharma King: "Tsk tsk tsk! If you hadn't intervened, this tribe would probably have been wiped out."
Qin Ze didn't think so.
Without a trump card, it's impossible to survive in this forest.
Bang--
The wooden fence surrounding the tribal territory suddenly fell apart.
A green anaconda, more than ten meters long, rose from the ground.
Judging by its appearance alone, apart from its bright colors, it's just an ordinary anaconda.
The tribe was thrown into chaos.
The woman and the elderly woman, along with the child, hurriedly retreated.
The hunters activated their Savage Beast forms and faced the enemy head-on.
However, this anaconda already possessed the strength of a peak level one martial artist, only one step away from becoming Level Two Martial Artist.
The anaconda first opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the foremost warrior, then suddenly swung its tail, sending the others flying.
Wu and Lan stepped out of the wooden house, but the serpent only glanced at them lightly.
"You beast, I'm here!"
On the other side, the clan chief leaned on the door and shouted loudly.
The anaconda turned its head and let out a sharp screech.
The shaman said to Lan, who was standing nearby, "Lead the people deeper into the forest. The chieftain and I will hold it off."
Lan said anxiously, "I'll stay and fight alongside you. The clan leader was poisoned by it last time..."
The shaman said solemnly, "The tribe needs a leader."
Lan's eyes widened. "Me?"
Wu nodded slightly. "You are the strongest besides me and the clan leader. Quickly lead your people and leave."
Lan gritted her teeth, immediately turned and left.
The anaconda only had eyes for its chieftain, completely ignoring the departure of the other tribesmen.
After exchanging a glance, the chieftain and the shaman immediately charged at the anaconda.
May God protect you!
A golden hue suddenly bloomed on the chieftain's chest, then spread upwards along his collarbone and neck, climbing to his side like a branch of a small tree with only two forks.
Nevertheless, Qin Ze recognized it at a glance; it was his Divine Markings.