RBCT Chapter 74 [The Spark That Sparked a Parting Way]
Chapter 74 [The Spark That Sparked a Parting Way]
After Mason's team left, Kahn stood in the center of the newly built training field.
He is the "Spear Bearer," the sole war leader of this land.
Before him stood all the men in the tribe who were still able to fight, their eyes numb.
"Stab!" Kahn's roar broke the silence.
Dozens of sharpened wooden poles thrust forward simultaneously in a chaotic manner.
"Your enemy is not the wooden stake in front of you! It is a living orc!" Kahn walked through the group, his leather whip lashing the back of a young man whose movements were contorted.
A bloodstain appeared.
The young man grunted and straightened up.
"Your spears aren't fast enough to pierce their leather armor! Your strength isn't great enough, or their battle axes will split your heads open!"
"Remember this: it's hatred! It's the sound of their teeth tearing open the throats of your loved ones! Keep these memories in your hearts, and then, strike!"
His training no longer imparts hunting skills; it focuses solely on rigorous discipline and the tempering of fighting spirit.
Terra watched from a short distance away.
He noticed the changes in Kahn and saw an invisible wall appear between the warriors and the ordinary people.
An independent fighting group is taking shape.
Terra stepped forward, interrupting the training.
"Kahn, come with me for a moment."
The two walked to the edge of the village, where they could overlook the entire valley.
"Your training methods are full of hatred." Terra frowned.
"Hatred can make people forget fear," Kahn responded calmly.
"But that would turn them into beasts! We're protecting our home, not seeking revenge!"
Kahn turned around and looked directly into Terra's eyes.
"Guardianship? Terra, can mere protection unleash the strongest fighting power? Why are orcs so powerful? They have 'war totems'; those things are their spiritual pillars, enabling them to face death without fear."
He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further.
"When we are desperate, we need something that can make us unafraid of death; I learned from the orcs that only hatred can forge the sharpest blade; I don't want a bunch of farmers who only know how to till the land, I want warriors who can tear apart any enemy."
Terra opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute it.
That night.
Kahn once again rallied his core followers.
Beside a pile of orc corpses that had not yet been cleaned up in a corner of the village, a dozen young people with flames of revenge burning in their eyes stood around the captured orc totem spear.
"We feed it with blood, but it's not enough." Kahn drew his sword. "We need more. We need to let it know our determination for revenge."
Without hesitation, he slashed a deeper wound on his arm with his sword.
Blood gushed out, pouring onto the totem spear.
Others followed suit, watering the spear with their own blood.
"Give us strength..."
"Tear them apart..."
"Drink their blood..."
Amid the fervent prayers of the crowd, the congealed blood on the totem spear deepened in color.
A faint, chilling aura emanated from within the spear.
Kahn sensed this faint response, and his gaze hardened.
He is forging a cruel "god" for this tribe, one that belongs only to the warriors.
Unlike the cold and gloomy corners of the village, a warm light emanated from the safest tent in the center of the tribe.
Anya transformed this place into a temporary "school".
Lia was still physically weak, but her spirits had improved considerably.
She and seven other selected "scholars" sat around a polished stone slab.
"That kind of power isn't about how much strength you use," Leah said, still somewhat weak. "The key is... to think clearly enough."
She stretched out her finger and drew a simple dot-like symbol in the air.
"You must be very focused and see it in your mind. Then, with your intention, draw it in the air."
Seven young scholars followed her example and began to try.
They stretched out their fingers and gestured haphazardly in the air.
Some people were sweating profusely from exerting too much force, while others had contorted expressions from impatience.
Countless failures.
The youngest scholar closed his eyes.
Repeatedly visualize the image of that "dot" in your mind until it becomes perfectly clear.
Open your eyes, extend your index finger, and quickly tap it in the air.
"Snap." A tiny spark appeared at his fingertip, then vanished in an instant.
"I...I did it!" The young man looked at his fingers in disbelief.
Although it was just a Mars, it proved that magic was not unique to Leah.
It is a kind of "knowledge" that can be learned and acquired.
This greatly boosted the confidence of the "fire keepers".
In the following days, good news kept pouring in.
One "scholar" after another successfully stirred up a spark, and some were even able to ignite a small, stable flame.
However, as their research progressed, they soon encountered a bottleneck.
They could reproduce the simple symbols copied from the stone tablets, but they had no clue about the complex patterns composed of multiple symbols.
No matter how they tried, they couldn't achieve any results.
"It feels like..."
One of the craftsmen's apprentices sent by Mason to assist them gestured with distress, "We can say 'stone' and we can say 'fire,' but we don't know how to put them together and say 'burn stone with fire.'"
This metaphor is clumsy, yet it hits the nail on the head.
They only possess scattered "vocabulary" but lack a complete "grammar".
Anya looked at the incomprehensible, complex symbols, then glanced at Lia, who was also lost in thought.
She found Terra.
"We must head east," Anya advised clearly and resolutely. "With just these fragments, we will never truly master this power. For the future of the tribe, once Lia's power is stable, seeking a more complete system of knowledge is the only way forward."
【Celestial Realm】Main Tank.
The formal differentiation of the human civilization in the mortal realm caused the authority modules of the three newly ascended deities to produce different reactions.
Lynch, the god of forging, watched Mason and Balin travel westward with his divine sense throughout their journey.
This small and weak group actively sought out skills from a powerful civilization.
This made Lynch even more suspicious of the perfect holy mountain path he had left for the dwarves.
He believes that this journey to find the furnace, full of unknowns, may better reflect the true meaning of forging, which is the process of creating something from nothing, and from clumsy to exquisite.
A slight thought arose in his mind.
Far away in the mortal realm, amidst towering mountains, a small landslide occurred on the path that Mason's team had to take. The loose rocks and soil were now firmly fixed, as if they had never been loose at all.
On the magical network terminal of Thea, the goddess of magic.
When human scientists successfully replicated the first Martian particle, the label representing human civilization shone once again.
[The knowledge system has been established and is transferable; its potential is assessed as 'extremely high'.]
Thea looked at the report and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.
"A group of clever 'fire thieves'," she murmured to herself.
She even began planning to quietly place another, more complete set of coordinates for the ruins in a more distant part of the East.
"You've learned the basics, it's time to prepare you for a 'final exam'."
The Black Tide Monarch scoffed at the human race's plan to divide their forces.
"The folly of the weak." His will resonated in the Kingdom of God.
But Kahn's primitive rituals, which derive faith from "hatred" and "blood," piqued his interest.
This self-evolved form of struggle suited his tastes perfectly.
With great interest, he issued another divine decree to the chieftain of the orc tribe that had been recently defeated by humans.
This time it wasn't an order.
Instead, it's a hint:
"Observe those humans; they are creating an interesting beast."
In the old house in the countryside, Xu Ye leaned back comfortably in a rattan chair.
He looked at the human civilizations in the sand table, which had diverged and extended in three directions, and smiled with satisfaction.
This baptism of blood and fire that swept through humanity, and the subsequent choices that led to the creation of a new civilization, formed a magnificent miniature epic.
This nutrient is of extremely high quality, which significantly replenishes the energy of the [Primordial Spore].
Xu also felt that he was becoming more adept at using the [Law Projection].
The flame of skill went west, the flame of knowledge went east, while the flames of war and faith remained in their homeland.
Three paths, filled with endless possibilities and conflicts.
"A civilization that dares to step into the unknown deserves to be recorded. Now, the game has truly begun."