Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 37 Zhangxiang

"Are you crazy?"

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and Shinzo and Ries fell out of the pillar of light.

It crashed heavily into a patch of cold snow and rolled several meters down the snow slope.

Xin Zang lost his composure.

Whenever he begins to get used to the drow elves around him, she always manages to do something unexpected that refreshes his understanding of this race.

The underground spirits, born of chaos, are fundamentally different from their terrestrial relatives.

Xin Zang braced himself against the ground, looking at the drow elf wrapped around him.

I still feel a bit scared thinking about what just happened.

They arbitrarily brought in a foreign race that showed no reverence for the gods, and traversed the teleportation method descended by the gods.

Even though the gods were very kind to him

But that doesn’t mean that blasphemy and betrayal can be forgiven.

"You almost killed us all!"

But Liz didn't care at all, and even moved closer to him.

"Oh my, is our big boy worried about me?"

"Don't call me that, you're not necessarily older than me." Xin Zang frowned, trying to pull her off him.

"That's not necessarily true," Liss chuckled, her breath sweet as orchids. "Drow elves can easily live for hundreds of years if they don't fight amongst themselves. Even though my bloodline isn't pure, my lifespan is twice yours. Although I look young, I'm still your elder."

It's still a lie.

The fire within her chest throbbed slightly, shattering her disguise.

But the woman was standing way too close.

Their noses almost touched.

A faint fragrance emanated from her, like a flower field on a summer night, hazy and lingering.

My ears were burning uncontrollably.

Xin Zang stood up with a sullen face, trying to break free from the snow.

Like a vine, Chris clung to him tightly, using both her hands and feet, refusing to let go.

"Get down."

Just as Shinzo was about to forcibly pull her down, his movements suddenly froze.

In the wind and snow.

Dozens of eyes were staring at him.

Wilderness warriors, clad in rough animal hides and wielding polished weapons,

They were staring in disbelief at their missing warrior, who was being carried by a foreign woman with long ears and dark skin.

Standing around Xinzang were all his familiar clansmen.

An awkward silence fell as the crowd parted to the sides.

The current leader of the Xinzu clan, Chang, has left Luo Lai.

The changes in this commander were visible to the naked eye after only a few days.

After several days of baptism by blood and fire, his body became even more robust, like an iron tower standing in the wind and snow.

The bronze spear in his hand was gone, replaced by a broad, heavy iron sword.

With his killing intent concealed, and under the influence of his [Exceptional Talent], his understanding of extraordinary power seemed to have taken another step forward.

Even the fire in one's heart cannot reveal the strength or weakness of one's life force.

Shinzo quickly pulled Liss off his body.

In the past few days at the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, he has experienced the baptism of the rise and fall of civilizations, and his mind and nature have long been transformed.

But when facing Changshi, who was like a teacher and a father to him, he still showed a rare hint of youthful embarrassment.

"This is a misunderstanding, I can explain."

But Chang's gaze didn't linger on the drow elf for long; he looked at the grown-up child in front of him and asked.

"Has the test from the gods been completed?"

"It's still going on." Shinzo straightened up, putting away his embarrassment.

"it is good."

Chang nodded, forcing an awkward smile onto his rugged face.

He suddenly turned around, raised the heavy iron greatsword in his hand, and his loud voice drowned out the howling cold wind.

"The child chosen by God, the son of the King of Men, the lost son, Xin Zang!"

"Having undergone the trials of the gods, he has returned to us! He will help us carry out the divine decree!"

After a brief silence, the camp erupted in cheers.

The wilderness warriors raised their polished weapons high and cheered with exhilaration.

Several familiar soldiers squeezed forward, draped a thick snow bear fur coat over Xin Zang's shoulders, and brought him piping hot meat soup and water.

But when they saw Liz standing to the side, they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Shinzo glanced at Liz, who was brushing the snow off her.

"Let's prepare one for her too."

He took the broth and thought for a moment.

"She is, in a sense, my friend."

"Just friends? I'd love to take it a step further."

Liz, holding the hot soup, deliberately moved closer to Shinzo.

But Xin Huo told Xin Chai that this was still a lie.

There seems to be no truth in her mouth; lies weave a spiderweb that obscures her true feelings.

Xin Cang avoided the drow elf's advances and quickly finished the meat broth in his bowl.

Under the resentful gaze of the drow elf, he turned and walked towards Chang.

He needs to figure out what exactly happened in the past few days.

During his conversation with Chang, he gradually learned what had happened after he left.

Originally, the salary group was steadily expanding in the desert.

One day, the hunting party captured a fat monk. Following the monk's confession, the Xin Clan learned that demons were causing trouble in the northern snowfields, suspected to be powerful enemies from other realms.

Immediately afterwards, a divine oracle descended.

The gods commanded them to march north to the snowy plains, intervene in a divine war, and become a third party in the conflict.

Called by the oracle, they marched north without stopping. Along the way, the army of the Sinker intercepted a large number of fleeing kobolds. Whether they were there willingly or not, these alien races left behind money and supplies, and now they all serve as laborers in the camps.

The heavy iron greatsword in Chang's hand was obtained from a captured kobold blacksmith.

Xin Zang took the greatsword and weighed it in one hand.

It's really heavy.

"I can forge you an even better one later." Xin Zang handed the sword back.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chang's eyes: "You learned the art of iron smelting during the trials of the gods?"

"It's not just iron smelting." Xin Zang recalled the vast knowledge base in his mind, "There's much more."

"good!"

Chang patted him heavily on the shoulder. "The High Priest said before the expedition that you were blessed by the gods and would surely achieve great things. I never expected that you would be even more outstanding than he anticipated."

"I will not let the High Priest down."

Xin Zang smiled, turning his gaze to the snow-covered camp outside: "Chief, who is our enemy?"

"There are two groups. One group consists of larger and stronger kobolds, and the other group consists of... the dead? They are currently fighting each other in front, seemingly vying for something, but so far, no one has noticed the existence of our camp."