Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 147: Dragon Worship

The power of dimensional space is very strong.

The human bodies it captured are not in the same cosmic dimension, but some worlds are normal, some are unfinished buildings, and some worse worlds are cesspools.

Duncan is now faced with an unfinished building. Fortunately, it is not a cesspool world, otherwise he would have to find a way to blow it up.

It's an unfinished building.

It can still be inhabited after some repairs, but that is something that the righteous gods should do. There is no doubt that they are on the side of the demon gods.

Don't expect too much from the Demon God.

They didn't help when the world was created, and it's a good thing they didn't add insult to injury when the world was destroyed.

"Demons are supposed to be extremely selfish."

"What a coincidence."

"I can be one, too."

A flexible moral bottom line.

You guys grab it, I grab it too.

The young dragon returned to the Spine of the North. Unconsciously, he had wasted a day or two communicating with the Hist trees. The sacred trees were very generous and shared a lot of memories from ancient times. Perhaps it was because they didn't have anyone to communicate with in their daily lives, so the trees had been holding back for too long and were talking incoherently.

It's very quiet near the Dragon's Nest.

The Dark Elf Empire should not attack so quickly. There may be a small-scale exploration team, but their large forces are still fighting on multiple fronts at the same time, with dragonmen, humans, other elven species, etc. This era is undoubtedly the strongest era for the Dark Elves.

Something is wrong.

As soon as Duncan flew back to the vicinity of the dragon's nest, he discovered something unusual: the mark on the altar built by the cat tribe had changed.

In this world, ordinary altars are a bit like the sacrificial stones of Celtic belief, which are just a simple pile of stones. Sacrifices are made at specific times, usually to ancestral spirits and objects of worship.

But it’s different now!

Duncan saw a temple, or rather a temple that had not yet been completed.

The huge gap here is like the difference between the sacrificial stones, sacred groves, and sanctuaries of Celtic beliefs and the altars, temples, and shrines of the Greek gods.

The symbol of the Dragon Stone Altar is the dragon pattern and dragon totem engraved on the stone.

What the cat people are doing now is carving a dragon statue, and then building a small temple with the dragon statue as the center. The sacrificial brazier is protected in the center and is guarded by cat warriors at all times to ensure that the sacrificial fire inside will not be extinguished.

"The sacrificial fire is not extinguished?!"

Duncan's expression gradually became solemn. His human body No. 1 had been dealing with gods and religions for so long that he naturally knew the meaning of "the eternal sacrificial fire."

This is a sign of the transformation of primitive religion (belief in all spirits) into belief in gods.

In ancient times, humans lived in constant danger, lacking the means to maintain constant sacrifices. They offered sacrifices only when they had the chance, usually on specific days, along with their ancestors. Later, as human civilization developed, material conditions and productivity improved, allowing for sacrifices to be offered at any time. Primitive religions developed towards the belief in multiple gods, and temples replaced the simple sacrificial stones.

The eternal sacrificial fire of the Olympian gods is a very important symbolic meaning.

Below Dragon Cliff.

Dozens of cat people were carrying wood to build the temple. They had no shortage of food, as they still had a lot of fish from the last catch. However, due to the sneak attack by the dark elf hunters, the biggest survival problem for the tribe was safety.

These surviving cat people are all working hard to build this small temple.

Work was going on all around, and a sturdy cat warrior was guarding the sacrificial fire. They used fish fat to light a sacrificial fire, which could burn for a long time.

——Temple of the Dragon Cult (unfinished).

Everything has changed!

Duncan was only away for two or three days, and when he came back he found everything was different.

Dimensional space.

On the mark of the projected page, the title of the elderly cat-man priest also changed dramatically.

——Cat-Man Dragon Priest (Dragon Cult) (Tribal Leader) [Three Stars Gold]!
The old cat-man priest had bloodshot eyes and an excited expression. How should I describe that look? It was a bit like the Giant King who had severely damaged the tribe at that time.

Beneath his eyes, there were deeply suppressed emotions. The life and death of the tribe was before his eyes. Behind that complex emotion, there was also a hint of paranoia and madness.

More than twenty warriors and hunters from the cat tribe were killed in the battle.

It's already seriously injured.

The initial vassal relationship with the dragon could no longer sustain the tribe's survival, and the elder priests could foresee that the entire tribe was slowly dying out. In this situation, the cat-people priests had to adopt more extreme and radical means to form a closer relationship with the dragon in order to maintain the tribe's survival and gain the strength to continue to reproduce in the north.

At this time, daily sacrifices alone were no longer enough, so the cat-man priest chose the most extreme approach.

——Dragon Worship Cult!

They worshipped Human Body No. 2 as a god.

——Cat Temple Guard (Dragon Cult) (Fanatical Follower) [Three stars silver-gray]!
The burning sacrificial fire seemed to possess some kind of magic.

A trace of magic power fell on the nearby Dragon Cult believers, but most of it flowed towards the dragon's body, and soon the dragon's mana bar began to slowly increase.

A prompt appeared on the projection page.

"The ancient cat tribe spontaneously formed a religious sect [Dragon Worship] that worships the second human form!"

"Human Body No. 2 established a very weak faith link."

The symbol of the entire cat tribe also changed.

——The cat-people tribe of the Dragon Cult.

— Cat-people of the Dragon Cult (one-star silver-gray). Led by the elderly cat-people priest, this remaining tribe held sacrifices morning and night, offering nearly all of the tribe's finest and most valuable possessions within the small temple.

——The Cat Saint of the Dragon Worship Cult (Dragon Worship Cult) [two-star silver-gray].

Inside the temple.

In addition to the temple guards who are responsible for guarding and watching over the sacrificial fire, there is also a female cat-person with snow-white fur who looks quite young. She is responsible for the daily maintenance of the entire temple and also assists in watching over the sacrificial fire. She usually kneels in front of the dragon statue to pray and meditate.

She also seems to be able to cast spells, majoring in the restoration school, and has the ability to heal minor injuries.

wrong.

Nowadays, it seems that many people in the entire cat tribe have learned simple healing spells.

Duncan immediately thought of the captured dark elf executioner. When he switched perspectives, he saw the female dark elf who had been tortured beyond recognition. Her body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and she seemed to have suffered a great deal of torture. The elderly cat-man priest continued to torture her while treating her.

While being tortured, a special mark, "missionary", appeared on the body of the older cat-man priest.

——"Preaching: The cat-man dragon priests are using torture, brainwashing, and persuasion to influence the faith of the dark elf captives, but the target's will is extremely firm, and the dragon priests have achieved very little results."

(The Dragon Priest is attempting to break the will of his Dark Elf captives.)
The torture continued.

The old cat-man priest seemed to want to squeeze out every last bit of value from the dark elf captive. He even used some spiritual means to destroy the dark elf captive's will and transform her into a believer of the Dragon Worship Cult.

But this process is destined to be extremely long, and may even never succeed.

"It seems that the pressure of survival has led them to develop fanatical beliefs."

If so many cat hunters had not died, this primitive tribe would not have transformed so thoroughly.

This is really getting to the point of being desperate.

When Duncan thought of this, he immediately remembered the migrating frost giant tribe. The last catch was extremely rich, and the cat tribe could not eat it all.

soon.

As the dragon slowly descended to the ground, cat-men followers of the Dragon Cult carried out a large quantity of frozen fish. They also brought out the frozen corpse of a dark elf. The other cat-men warriors had already been equipped with dark elf equipment. This tribe currently lacked forging capabilities, so they relied on captured weapons and armor. However, elven armor didn't fit them well, so they could only wear half-plate armor.

The young dragon's figure rose into the air again!

With the previous exploration, this time I was familiar with the route.

When passing through the Great Ice Field, Duncan discovered the hunting pack of northern wolves. Most of them had one-star or two-star white marks, and only the mark of a winter wolf was slightly more eye-catching.

When they saw the giant dragon flying by, they abandoned their prey and fled into the ice caves.

But it was actually useless. The dragon wanted to hunt and dug through the ice cave in a few strokes.

The edge of the northern glacier.

Unlike the last time it arrived, the young dragon roared for the first time on its own initiative after approaching the mark of the giant tribe.

The dragon's roar alarmed the other giants.

But this time, the giant king marked by the bloody skull was not there. Only a part of the giants remained in the tribe, and the others may have gone out hunting.

The appearance of the dragon did not frighten them, but some giant warriors still picked up spears.

There were also some dull giants who looked at the giant dragon circling and descending in the sky with anticipation.

Once they eat it, they remember it.

Wow!
A large amount of frozen fish fell like rain.

Before the remaining giant warriors could stop them, other giants rushed up to scramble for the food and chew it with big mouthfuls. After the last experience, their hostility had decreased a lot.

Finally, the giant warrior holding the spear couldn't help but bend down and grab a few fat fish and put them into his mouth.

The dark elf's corpse was still shared by them.

Among the giants below, the first one to run over and the one who ate the most, the bald giant with a silly expression, after eating and drinking his fill, his hostility mark actually changed. It was no longer a blood-red mark, but a light red mark, which was between hostile and neutral.

The dragon's figure quickly disappeared.

It was unknown how long it had passed before a group of burly giants appeared near the glacier. The giant king, who was leading the group, was carrying a walrus and seemed to have traveled a long way. Behind him were other giant hunters. One of the giants was carrying a very simple fishing net. The giant's fingers were very thick and he could not weave a fine fishing net, so the catch in it was naturally very few.

The silly-looking bald giant stepped forward, holding a few fat fish in his hands and handed them to the Giant King who had just returned from hunting.

"Dragon?... again?..." (Giant)
The Giant King looked up at the sky, but the young dragon had already flown away.

A female giant from the tribe used a bone knife to cut the skin of the walrus. The other giants were about to share the walrus, but were stopped by the taciturn giant king.

He pondered for a long time, then gestured with his fingers on the walrus's belly and said in a low voice, "Leave the fattest fat..."

"The next time...a dragon...appears..."

"Give it..."

The dragon came twice and brought them nearly a ton of fish meat. The giant's craftsmanship was very poor, and his thick fingers could not do delicate work. They could only catch fish with their hands and harpoons. They had brute force but often had little harvest.

The tribe's proper fishing method is for a group of giants to take big clubs and smash them into the water, which directly stuns the fish.

The primitive fishing and hunting nomadic tribes were so miserable.

In order to hunt walruses, the Giant King trekked along the glacier for several days and finally caught one by chance. The others jumped directly into the sea.

They have a lot of racial flaws.

Giants cannot sneak, their footsteps are too loud, their strength is terrifying, but their endurance is average. Their bodies are under high load, and their endurance is worse than that of humans. During hunting, many times, the prey has already discovered them and run away before they get close.

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(End of this chapter)