447: I am not an evil god!

Chen Heng narrowed his eyes, realizing that the target of this music was not them.

Instead, it was those sturdy wild men holding long spears!

Those sturdy wild men holding long spears visibly swelled up a lot, and a black metallic luster appeared on their skin.

“Jili Guala!”

Putting down the bone flute from her lips, the female wild woman pointed at Chen Heng.

Upon receiving the order, those sturdy wild men roared and charged towards Chen Heng.

“Big Brother Chen, can we spare their lives?” Bai Jun poked Chen Heng, now afraid that Chen Heng would crush all these people to death with a single fart.

“Who said I was going to kill them?”

Chen Heng was quite interested in this woman's methods, so he certainly couldn't kill them.

“Power of the Ancestral Witch, ancestral shaman of fire!”

Scorching waves of flame surged outwards from beneath Chen Heng’s feet, directly forcing back the charging wild men.

Intimidating these primitives who utilized Power Of Faith in totems was simple: use the ancestor of totems, the ancient Great Witch!

This time, the application of Zhurong Power was different from last time; Chen Heng completely merged with the Zhurong Power.

Even his hair and eyebrows turned into burning scarlet flames.

“Presumptuous!”

With just a glance, Chen Heng directly scared those wild men into retreating repeatedly.

The woman also widened her eyes, staring at Chen Heng with a look of disbelief.

“Mr. Chen, do you need a translation? My database contains their language.”

Just as Chen Heng was pondering how to communicate with them, number eight’s voice timely sounded.

The language of these people was similar to that of Wu Man but not identical; Chen Heng could understand some of it but not fully.

“Come.”

It was naturally a good thing to have someone help with translation, and Chen Heng certainly wouldn't refuse.

“Why do you block us?”

Chen Heng directly questioned them, playing on an Aura of suppression.

“Witch, Witch God!?” Feeling the Power of the Ancestral Witch emanating from Chen Heng, the woman lost her footing and knelt down.

In her eyes, Chen Heng was infinitely more powerful than those dangerous Black Witch Gods.

And for some reason, the moment she saw Chen Heng in this form, she wanted to surrender.

That was an instinct originating from Bloodline, from totems.

“Answer my question, why do you block us?”

Chen Heng’s Aura grew even stronger, scaring those wild men into trembling.

What had they just done?

Confront a Witch God?

Their power came from totems, and the origin of totems was precisely ‘Witch’!

“We did not know that one was your possession; please, Witch God, forgive us!”

The woman was decisive; she immediately kowtowed, and fresh blood slowly seeped from her wheat-colored forehead.

“Rise.” Chen Heng saw that the situation had stabilized, or rather, these wild men had already submitted, and he reined in some of his Aura.

“We will offer you the finest sacrifices; please, Great Witch God, accept them.”

Seeing Chen Heng’s Aura subside a little, the woman immediately gave a look to the wild men behind her.

Those wild men immediately understood and, after tying up a three- or four-year-old child, were about to start bleeding him.

“Stop!” Chen Heng’s eyes widened, and he immediately stopped them.

He knew these people were primitive, but he hadn't expected them to be this primitive.

Using a child as his sacrifice, they were treating him like an evil god.

“Are you not satisfied with the sacrifice?” The woman trembled slightly when she saw Chen Heng refuse their sacrifice.

Then, those wild men intended to take out the infants from the straw hut and bleed them as sacrifices.

“I don’t need living sacrifices.”

Chen Heng sighed, his Aura instantly maxed out, pressing everyone firmly to the ground.

“Mr. Chen, I have finished scanning them.”

“After data comparison and analysis, I suggest keeping them, and it would be best to integrate all the Primal Species on the Yin Side of the World; it will be of immense benefit to you.”

number eight stated its suggestion.

“Primal Species?” Chen Heng was stunned for a moment; how did a new term pop up again?

“That’s right, according to my analysis, these people are the Primal Species preserved by the Creator back then.”

“That is, the race possessing that incredible power.”

“I always wondered where the Creator had kept them; I didn’t expect them to be placed on the Yin Side of the World.”

“The races on the Yang Aspect of the World have undergone the baptism of time, and their incredible power has significantly decreased; maintaining the current state is already the limit.”

“But these Primal Species are different; they still retain complete incredible power, and you can absolutely make them your own.”

“...” Chen Heng glanced at the trembling wild men and decisively adopted number eight’s suggestion.

This was A'n Si Si Power; as long as they believed it was real, then it was real.

If utilized well, Chen Heng would have a few more chances of winning in smashing the root cause.

“I don’t need sacrifices; tell me your name.”

Chen Heng temporarily did not retract the Zhurong Power; he still needed to fool these wild men for a bit.

“Great Witch God, my name is Bu Dan, meaning daughter of melody.”

Seeing Chen Heng actually ask for her name, Bu Dan relaxed considerably.

It seemed the crime of offending the Witch God should now be in the past.

“Rise, offer roasted meat; that will be my sacrifice.”

Chen Heng waved his hand, and the flames on his body extinguished.

What a pity for this set of clothes; it was ruined again right after being put on.

“Yes, we will offer the finest sacrifices!” Bu Dan became excited the moment she heard Chen Heng ask for sacrifices from them.

Chen Heng himself didn't know that when a Witch God asks a tribe for sacrifices, it means he will protect that tribe.

In Bu Dan’s view, they had latched onto a super powerful patron.

The survival of the entire tribe was greatly guaranteed.

After inviting Chen Heng and Bai Jun into the most luxurious and respected Clan Chief's tent, Bu Dan immediately ordered the strongest warriors of the tribe to go hunting.

Although it was called the most luxurious and respected Clan Chief's tent, it was actually not much different from an ordinary straw hut, just with a few more decorations.

But these decorations precisely caught Chen Heng’s attention.

“Do you have Black Witch Gods harassing you nearby?”

Chen Heng glanced at the bone mask hanging on the wall and turned to look at Bu Dan.

“Yes, because our tribe has no Witch God to protect us, it has always been the hunting ground for the Black Witch Gods.”

Bu Dan lowered her head, not hiding anything from Chen Heng.

“Please, Great Witch God, bestow your grace and protect my tribe!”