Rebirth of the Totem Pole, I became a taboo

Chapter 214: Grabbing a Head, All the Joys

The moment he saw the mud, Chen Yao subconsciously glanced at the Hutian space.

Everything is still there!

"Is it a coincidence? Or did the situation that Wanxiang described before really happen?"

Looking at those people with mud gushing out of their bodies, Chen Yao felt that it shouldn't be such a coincidence.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the clay sculpture that Wanxiang mentioned developed its own consciousness and then began to kill and destroy.

And these people didn't know that it was the clay sculptures that had captured the people of several villages.

At this time, inside the Needle Tower Village.

The guards of the Wanzu Village on the village wall became a little panicked when they saw that they could not kill the invaders.

There was only one team leader who had followed them all the way from Liuzhai. After seeing this scene, he shouted to everyone, "Attack the leader! Attack the leader!"

This team leader is also from Liu Village. Since there are not many people with the surname Liu in Wanzu Village, Liu Yun, Liu Shan and others often eat and chat with other people with the surname Liu.

Once when Liu Yun was talking about the past events in Liuzhai, he mentioned those people who were controlled by the clay sculptures.

As long as their heads are blown up, they will turn into mud.

Otherwise it will never be killed.

So after seeing this scene, he just yelled out.

At the same time, he aimed the rifle in his hand at someone's head.

After a whoosh, the man's head exploded like a watermelon.

When the others on the wall discovered this, they finally saw hope and shot at the head.

But even if they hit the target every time, there were only about twenty people on the wall of the village. Even after the ten arrows in the shooting tube were shot, the dark crowd did not decrease at all.

I don’t know if it was because of the counterattack from Wanzu Village, but the attackers changed their previous normal jogging posture and all lay on the ground.

By using both hands and feet, the speed doubled!
Shooting at moving targets was difficult in the first place, and now with the acceleration and change of shape, the accuracy of the shooting barrel has dropped by half.

As for these clay sculptures, there are only two situations in which the damage caused by the shooting barrel can be dealt with.

Shot in the head and missed in the head.

So as long as the aim is off, it will miss the target.

Fortunately, someone had reacted by then and pushed out the cannon barrel on the gate.

Ten cannon barrels were pointed at the people a hundred feet away, and they opened fire without even aiming.

The light golden stream drew a beautiful straight line in the night.

Wherever the pale golden pine needles passed, even if they just brushed the shoulders, the upper body would be torn apart.

So one arrow can take away more than fifty people.

Ten cannon barrels, one round of shooting killed five hundred people!

In an instant, everyone saw ten ditches plowed in the dark crowd.

But five hundred people is only one twentieth.

The barrel does not reload quickly.

By the time the second round was fired, many people had already rushed into a distance where it was inconvenient for the cannon to fire, so they could only leave it to the rapid-fire barrel to fire in bursts.

So, the previous situation happened again.

Not enough manpower!
By the time the people in the village reacted and hundreds of people rushed up the wall, there were already clay men using their hands and feet to rush up the wall.

Seeing this, someone put down the shooting tube and took up the pine needle spear.

Some people who had previously exchanged contribution points for blood ropes also took out the blood ropes and whipped the clay figures on the wall.

Unfortunately, the blood rope is very effective on people with flesh and blood, but its effect is halved when used on those who have been turned into clay.

Seeing that more than a dozen clay figures that had not been stopped had already jumped high and were about to rush onto the wall of the village.

A touch of gold illuminated the night sky of Zhenta Village.

Before the people from Wanzu Village could look up, they saw countless golden pine needles passing through the gaps around them.

The pine needles didn't aim at the head at all, because they didn't need to aim.

Each clay figure was hit by seven or eight pale golden pine needles, and the whole person was shot and exploded into mud, not to mention the head.

After shooting up the leaping clay figures, the pine needles changed direction and rushed into the clay figure army below.

In an instant, the people in Wanzu Village saw the clay figures being swept by countless pale golden pine needles.

It looked like someone was harvesting grain with a pale golden sickle.

In just over ten breaths, tens of thousands of clay figures were turned into mud all over the ground under the sweep of hundreds of thousands of pale golden pine needles.

After solving all these problems, the pine needles turned around and returned to the deepest part of the Needle Tower Village.

It was not until then that the people of Wanzu Village realized that it was the former Needle Tower God of Zhenta Village, now Jin Fengsong, who had saved them.

Suddenly, cheers came from the village wall.

"The Pillar God is eternal!"

"The Pillar God is eternal!"

"The Pillar God is eternal!"

While everyone in the Wanzu Village was cheering, under a big tree far away from the protection of the Zhenta Village, a person with his head and body separated was watching the scene.

It’s not quite right to say that they are separated, because there is something like a rope connecting the neck and the head.

"awesome!"

"They wiped out my army of tens of thousands of clay figures in one go. It seems like they encountered someone who is good at group fighting. In this case, we have to change our tactics."

"Let me think about what I should make this time... Well, let me make a snake. Among all my heads, the snake head is the quietest."

"Then it's your turn, come out!"

Along with wild laughter, the mud that fell on the ground in front of the entrance of Zhenta Village began to move and gather rapidly.

Then, in front of the horrified gazes of everyone in Wanzu Village, a hundred-foot-long snake formed!
After the big snake appeared, it rushed directly towards the gate of Zhenta Village.

However, what surprised the human head controlling the mud snake was that this time, the golden pine needles did not appear.

"Haha, you're scared when you see my big snake!"

"In that case, then die... uh..."

The human head's voice paused, because in front of the mud snake it controlled, a giant green snake nearly a hundred feet long appeared.

"I clearly only condensed one line just now."

When the human head was surprised, he saw the green snake's body flash, and when it reappeared, it was entangled with the mud snake, just like a hemp rope twisted into a strand.

The human head, who was originally a little surprised, laughed and wanted to wrap the green snake with mud after seeing that the green snake actually came to the door on its own initiative.

"Haha, this time, I have two snakes!"

The human head laughed loudly, and then he saw a hint of green appear on the surface of the green snake.

The green color transferred from the green snake to the mud snake like water waves.

Then, the earth and blue at the gate of Zhenta Village turned into green and blue.

The green snake actually got there first and covered the mud snake.

At this time, Rentou also realized that the situation was serious.

After the mud snake was covered by the green color, its body began to disobey its instructions little by little.

It was as if the green color was eroding the mud snake.

"Oh no, oh no, Vientiane's mud doesn't work anymore. We've run into a tough opponent this time."

Just as the human head was shouting in panic, the green snake had already left the green snake's body.

The green color gradually dissipated after the green snake left.

Then, the mud spread all over the ground.

This time, no matter how the heads called out, the mud was of no use.

"I lost 10,000 clay figures. I'm going to be scolded when I go back. Humph, just wait. I'll remember you!"

After Ni Tou finished speaking, he let his body carry him away.

But after taking only two steps, it saw a native appear in front of it.

"Uh, who are you?"

The human head looked at the native in front of him who was covered in dirt and thought he was one of his own.

But the native seemed not to hear him, and just raised one hand and touched his chin.

Seems like he's thinking about something?
"Hey! Who are you? If you don't say anything, I'm leaving!"

After the clay man finished speaking, he let the body below pull his head and walked away quickly.

It always felt that this native was weird and scary.

But after taking two steps, the native stood in its way again.

The heads can’t take it anymore.

"What are you doing~"

But this sentence still did not make the natives speak.

The native just waved his hand, and a ball of earth wrapped the human head and body.

Suddenly, the place became quiet.

"What the hell is this thing? It's not a demon, nor a living person, but it has thoughts. It looks like the mud just now was controlled by it."

Chen Yao’s brain is a little insufficient.

The most important thing is that this balloon-like head seems to have no fighting power at all?

When in doubt, ask Wanxiang!

Thinking of this, Chen Yao's spiritual sense probed into the Hutian space.

"Vanxiang, I have a question."

When Wan Xiang heard Chen Yao's voice, a smile appeared on his face. He looked up and said, "Go ahead, talk," without caring about his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys running around on the ground.

"Didn't you say before that the enlightened clay sculptures would cause trouble with the intention of destruction and ruin?"

"Yes, you met him?"

Vientiane smiled.

"It's okay, just kill them. One or two won't affect you."

"I did encounter it, but what I encountered was a bit strange. It didn't look like clay sculptures, but it could control mud and clay figures."

Afterwards, Chen Yao described the appearance of the head to Wanxiang.

After hearing this, Wanxiang's smile widened.

"Didn't I also say before that I made some semi-finished products in Wanxiang Village?"

"Uh... I seemed to have said that this is your semi-finished product?"

Chen Yao reacted.

Wanxiang nodded and then shook his head.

“It’s part of a work in progress for me.”

"Part? What do you mean?"

After Chen Yao, why is there still a part?

"I once wanted to see if the more heads one has, the faster one's thinking speed will be, the stronger one's mind will be, and the more things one can control at the same time."

“But it failed because I couldn’t synchronize the thoughts of all the heads. They each had their own ideas. Even if I could control them, I couldn’t achieve the effect I wanted.”

"So I finally gave up this research direction and started working on a brain instead."

Chen Yao listened and was speechless.

This old guy is really capable of making trouble.

But then, he suddenly grasped a key point.

"You said you put a lot of heads together?"

"Correct."

“But I only saw one.”

Chen Yao was puzzled.

"So I said that it was part of my unfinished product. Now it seems that the unfinished product has escaped from my control and escaped from Wanxiang Village, and has also developed abilities that suit it."

"Haha, it seems that there are smart people among those heads."

Vientiane smiled with relief.

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(End of this chapter)