Chapter 117: Chapter 28: Dragon’s Blood_3
Pu Lin sorrowfully said, "Too sinister, don’t you think? These Tilu fighters now are our heroes from the Pu Yan tribe. They are sacrificing themselves for the development of our tribe. They will always command the respect of our people. Not everyone can use this witchcraft. One must possess great power and steadfast belief; otherwise, the magic would certainly fail. Every Tilu fighter who has successfully completed the spell is our tribe’s most formidable warrior. We have a trial within our tribe. Fighters who pass the trial receive the method and spell for using witchcraft from the Prophet. When threats arise to our tribe’s safety, these warriors will not hesitate to initiate the magic, transforming themselves instantly into powerful Tilu fighters. After the great catastrophe of the past, various races saw our Pu Yan tribe as a juicy morsel. They assumed we, with our tens of thousands of years’ heritage, must have countless treasures. They have invaded our territory countless times, openly and secretly. At every most perilous moment, our warriors would use witchcraft to become the strongest Tilu fighters and eliminate the enemies. After the enemies were eradicated, these warriors lost their own souls and consciousness, and can only be directed by prophets like me. This is why we despise outsiders. Over the past millennia, the Pu Yan tribe has faced 121 major crises. 276 heroes have become Tilu fighters in response to these threats. Leaving aside the eleven whose bodies were entirely destroyed in battle, we still have 265 surviving Tilu fighters, with the oldest being over 900 years old. Although their power doesn’t increase, they’ve become our tribe’s most formidable secret weapon."
Ah Dai asked puzzledly, "If Tilu Fighters are so incredible, wouldn’t a few dozen be enough? Why are there so many?"
Pu Lin gave a rueful smile, "Our Pu Yan tribe consists of over thirty tribes. Although we cannot compare to our past prosperity, our land is vast. Every time the enemy attacks, there can’t possibly always be a Tilu fighter nearby. In desperate times, to protect their people, these mighty warriors would inevitably choose to sacrifice their souls and utilize the witchcraft, instantly enhancing their strength. If it weren’t for the high requirements of the magic, we would have even more Tilu fighters over the past millenium. To this day, people coveting illusory treasures from our tribe still sneak into our territories. Thus, we of the Pu Yan tribe despise outsiders and avoid interacting with them."
Ah Dai pondered, then spoke. "Prophet Pu Lin, do you think that Yan Shi’s wife could have been killed by outsiders this time?"
Pu Lin shook his head, "I’m not sure. The answers will be revealed tonight. Children, the secret of the Pu Yan tribe’s Tilu fighters that I’ve just confided to you is to help you understand that, if you encounter powerful enemies in the future, these fighters of ours will be your loyal allies. They will be your greatest assistance."
Ah Dai and Xuan Yue exchanged glances. Xuan Yue sighed, "These Tilu fighters are the most unfortunate. We would prefer not to have their help. Since they no longer possess souls, let them live quiet lives in the Tilu Temple. Don’t you think?"
A flicker of tears flashed in Pu Lin’s eyes, "You’re right. These predecessors have sacrificed too much for the Pu Yan tribe. We can discuss this matter later. Even if you don’t want their help, I still need to tell you how to control them. After all, I don’t have much time left. You must promise me that after I pass down the method of activating the Tilu fighters, you’ll never use them for your own aspirations. Additionally, I have another request. I hope you keep the knowledge that you’re the saviors a secret. Everything tends to work out naturally. If the Church learns that you are the saviors they’re searching for, they might restrict your development. Xuan Yue, these words are especially for you."
Before Xuan Yue could reply, Ah Dai quickly asked, "Prophet Pu Lin, why are your days numbered?"
Pu Lin sighed, "As a prophet, my lifespan has been considerably lengthy. After all, I revealed the secrets of fate, and I will inevitably face punishment from the Sky God. Although I’m not entirely aware of my end, I assume it’s not far off."
Xuan Yue and Ah Dai shared a glance. Xuan Yue said, "Since we are the saviors you mentioned, wouldn’t it be better to tell the Church? That way we will get more help in the future."
Ah Dai said, "Prophet Pu Lin, you’ll be fine! You will surely live for many more decades!"
Pu Lin raised his hand to stop Ah Dai and Xuan Yue from speaking further. With a serene smile on his face, he said, "Everyone’s life has a limit, including me. I just mentioned earlier, among the prophets, I’m considered quite old. Some of my predecessors passed away before they even reached thirty. I am satisfied with my current state. Xuan Yue, I know your affiliation with the Church, and it might be hard for you to keep such crucial information from the Pope. However, you must remember my words. Everyone has their own destiny that is preordained by the gods. If interfered with by external forces, there will be slight changes in destiny. Like you, having already entered the course of fate, can only follow your path. Going with the flow is the best choice. Xuan Yue, do you understand?"
