Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 86: The Secret of Bloodline

The red dragon was dead, and the beast tide created by it naturally dispersed.

Coincidentally, most of the tribes that the red dragon Iseker ordered the beast tide to attack were controlled by Chen Xingzhi, and their defensive forces were stronger than those of other tribes.

Therefore, the beast waves that attacked these tribes were basically defeated by the well-equipped orc guards, and now the remaining alien beasts are even being hunted by them.

After all, Chen Xingzhi is not a magnanimous person, and he will not let go so easily those people and strange beasts who invade his territory.

In the Rock Mountain Tribe, the orcs have just repelled the beast tide and are now busy cleaning up the battlefield.

They dissected and classified the dead animals and transported them back to the tribe.

For those that are not dead yet, they will choose whether to keep them as contracted beasts based on their value.

The battlefield outside the tribe was in full swing, and the orcs within the tribe were not idle either.

A piece of purple-black land is covered with tubular structures, on which clumps of flesh grow.

The orc farmers were waving their butcher knives, cutting off the pieces of meat and putting them on carts.

"Praise the Lord Xuan, thank you for giving us the flesh that can grow from the ground."

After the harvest, the orcs paid homage and transported the meat to the processing plant.

There, a group of orc chefs who were taught cooking skills by "Wu Zun" himself have already sharpened their knives. They are responsible for providing "Ke family cuisine" for the entire tribe.

Before cutting, the orc chefs usually pray.

"Praise to Wu Zun, thank you for giving us extraordinary cooking skills, may our cooking skills never become rusty."

After praying, they picked up the rough knives, cut the meat into pieces one by one, and added other ingredients to make a holy meal for the entire tribe.

At night, all the tribe members gathered together. They looked solemn and silent.

Regardless of the race of the orcs, they have now put aside their past prejudices and united under the same faith.

Not long after, a high priest of the Bairen religion stood up, shook the bell on his staff, and gave instructions.

"The time has come, and the sacrifice has begun."

The deer-man high priest rang the big bell beside him, and the orcs followed him in praying.

"When the bell rings, the scales and armor fall off, and the skin and hair fall off."

When the bell was struck for the second time, the orcs' expressions became even more fanatical.

"The bell tolls twice, and the claws and fangs are all gone, and new blood is created, and the person is reborn and transformed into a human."

The bell was struck for the third time, pushing the frenzied atmosphere to its climax.

"The bells rang three times, and everyone saluted in unison, praising humanity!"

After the prayer ended, Chen Xingzhi, who was far away in the Dreamland, cast his gaze over and bestowed blessings on some of the orcs, causing them to undergo drastic changes.

The seeds of corruption in their bodies were instantly activated and began to transform their bodies according to the settings.

Fur, claws, bones, blood... their bodies inside and out, both macroscopic and microscopic, have been optimized, shedding their animal form and transforming into human bodies.

All the orcs were excited. They looked at their transformed companions in surprise and admiring their scaleless and hairless bodies.

"Praise humanity, praise Xuan Jun, praise Wu Zun!"

The orcs' eyes were filled with tears as they bowed down to their companions.

"What a perfect body, what a powerful force!"

The Deer Man High Priest felt excited as he felt his body no longer decaying.

He touched his forehead out of habit, and then he couldn't laugh anymore.

"How could this happen?" The deer man high priest touched the two horns on his head in disbelief, then touched the tail behind him, which made a sharp explosion.

"This is not a perfect human body. We still have some orc parts left in us!"

He glanced at the transformed humans present and found that they all had more or less traces of the symbols of their former orcish past.

For example, animal ears, tails, horns, etc. After he pointed it out, the beastmen present realized that this was the case and they screamed.

"How come the horns I once had are still on my head?"

"My skull is not a pure human skull. This is such a blasphemy!"

Just as they were panicking, an orc suddenly had an idea and shouted, "This must be a test from the two masters!"

A group of orcs cast doubtful eyes at him, and he quickly explained: "The two masters must have wanted to test whether we can cross this last threshold by ourselves, so they deliberately kept the symbol of being orcs on us."

After hearing what he said, the orcs present suddenly realized, and the deerman high priest was even more ashamed, ashamed that he had not thought of such a simple truth.

"I really feel ashamed of the training you two masters have given me."

After figuring this out, the orcs continued their sacrifice. While enjoying the holy communion, they sang praises to the greatness of Xuanjun and Wuzun.

At this time, Chen Xingzhi and Wu Dianfeng, who were far away in another place, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"There was a technical problem. There was something in the orcs' blood that I hadn't discovered, causing them to not completely transform into humans." Chen Xingzhi explained, "But fortunately, they made up a reason in their minds, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Then can you solve this problem?" Wu Dian scratched his head. His attainments in blood and genes were not as good as Chen Xingzhi's, and he could not offer any useful suggestions.

"It's not a big problem," Chen Xingzhi changed his words temporarily. "I just did some research. That part of the bloodline is encrypted layer by layer. Even for me, it will take a lot of time to decipher it."

"Oh, so that's it." Wu Dianfeng nodded repeatedly and said nothing.

After all, he is just an ordinary cook.

He was about to leave when Chen Xingzhi suddenly stopped him with the words "one more thing".

"The royal court has given us the management rights of these tribes. Take some time to visit all these tribes with some seeds of corruption."

Chen Xingzhi used magic to project a map, circled a large area on it, and motioned for him to write it down.

He glanced at it, wrote it down, and nodded subconsciously.

"it is good."

After Chen Xingzhi left with satisfaction, Wu Dianfeng realized that he had unknowingly gotten used to running errands for him.

"When did I become his subordinate?"

Wu Dianfeng fell into deep self-doubt.

Blackrock Tribe, in an underground laboratory.

Chen Xingzhi is concentrating on studying the bloodline of the red dragon.

After comparing it with the various information in the Red Dragon's memory, he discovered something extraordinary.

"This dragon bloodline is really a good thing. It contains all kinds of messy information."

From all kinds of dragon language magic inherited by the dragon clan to the romantic stories of a certain dragon elder, it has everything. It can be said to be all-encompassing.

He suspected that the ancient dragon clan had some serious illness, which was why all kinds of messes were engraved into their blood.

Another piece of information was analyzed from the red dragon's bloodline. Chen Xingzhi just read the beginning and his brows suddenly furrowed.

".On a certain day in the 781st year of the Dawn Calendar, this dragon kidnapped a princess from the Kingdom of Lore, but I didn't expect that the princess was actually a knight in disguise, and a man at that."

"This dragon fought with him for three days and three nights, and finally recognized him and voluntarily became his contracted dragon."

"On the eve of the harvest night in the 847th year of the Dawn of the Morning, he died. This dragon Zakar Burning World regained his freedom."

After reading this message, his frown relaxed.

"This matter is not recorded in the memory of the red dragon Esek. I guess it is because it has not discovered it from its bloodline."

He thought this was information of no value, but the facts were the opposite of what he had guessed.

The Dawn Calendar, the Kingdom of Lor, the Knights, and Zakar Burning World, the ancestor of red dragons in the memory of the red dragon Esek, the legendary dragon whose whereabouts are now unknown.

This information is of great value, and he has to treat it with caution.

(End of this chapter)