Shen Lang did not expect that the system issued another prompt after nearly half a year of silence.

The battle to destroy the country has been fully launched?

Whose country will be destroyed?

Could it be the Mayan Usmar dynasty?

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment.

From the beginning of the tenth calamity, he thought that the battle to destroy the country would destroy the grizzly bears, or even the Stars and Stripes.

Unexpectedly, the ultimate goal was the rise and fall of the Mayans?

Within 48 hours, I will accept the inheritance of the Lord of Disaster and ensure survival.

Otherwise, it will be considered as a failure to overcome the tribulation?

In addition, we must also prevent the invasion of alien civilizations, otherwise the Blue Star will no longer exist?

What are the Mayans doing? Could it be that the ancient city of Chichen Itza has been occupied by alien civilizations?

Even starting to expand outward immediately?

Mom, do you want to be so serious?

I am just a little anchor. Is it already involved the final fate of mankind?

Shen Lang felt like he was put on a heavy burden and was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

"Shen! What's wrong with you?"

Zhan Hu, who was about the same age as him, found Shen Lang's face embarrassed and asked with concern.

This guy almost shot Shen Lang to death with one arrow, and he didn't know each other without fighting.

He admired Shen Lang's skills very much and deliberately talked to the other party along the way.

However, Shen Lang has never paid much attention to the other party.

"fine!"

Shen Lang recovered and rubbed his face.

No matter what, take one step at a time,

Could it be that without myself, Lan Xing will be completely finished?

This is not nonsense!

The group returned to the tribe.

The women and children found food and gathered around cheering.

A wild boar is enough for more than one hundred people in the entire tribe to have a meal.

As for what tomorrow is, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

They were driven away by the Usmar Empire. The tribes that did not believe in the feathered snake god were not worthy of possessing cultivated land and could not grow corn at all.

The clan of gods can only rely on daily hunting to maintain daily needs.

If the Sun God's statue was not still here, if they had not shouldered the mission of guardian statues for generations, they would have long been far away from the Usmar dynasty like other tribes.

Shen Lang's arrival made all tribe members very novel.

The women and children in the tribe looked around him up and down.

Shen Lang looked at these indigenous people who treated each other honestly and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

There is no way, just follow the customs.

Everyone is like this, and they won’t get needle holes after seeing it.

He took out some candies and snacks and distributed them to the children of the tribe.

The children had never eaten such delicious food before, and their eyes narrowed.

Their mother timidly took a piece and tasted it, as if she had eaten the best delicacy in the world.

Then I thought of how to make the child eat such a good thing randomly.

They snatched them from their children fiercely and warned them to leave them for the men at home to eat.

The children were taken away from their snacks and started crying.

Seeing this, Shen Lang had to take out all the food in the storage space and give it to them.

Facing the hill-like snacks, compressed cans, sealed chicken, duck, fish and meat.

The entire tribe of God tribe was shocked.

Is this man a god?

Where did he take out these things?

The women and children even forgot to eat and looked at Shen Lang foolishly.

Zhan Tianhuo and others, who were doing a spa for wild boars, also saw this scene and walked over.

"Shen! This is..."

"food."

Shen Lang laughed: "Save it and eat it! These things can be eaten by your entire clan for a month."

"Why give it to us?"

The patriarch Zhan Tianhuo looked at Shen Lang with an excited expression on his face.

Food among the Mayans represents money and life.

Especially with so much food, it was enough for Shen Lang to raise a hundred Mayan slaves and become the leader of a tribe.

But he didn't do this, and gave it to them all for free.

How can this not make Zhan Tianhuo and all the tribe members excited?

"What's the fuck? Eat more! Eat more!"

Shen Lang waved his hand, too lazy to explain why he could take out so much food, and even more lazy to explain why he gave it to them.

He sighed in his heart, and he didn't know how long you can survive.

The battle to destroy the country is related to the rise and fall and survival of all Mayans.

In the next 48 hours, the Mayans may all become extinct.

This feeling of knowing the result and even being unable to change it made Shen Lang feel very bad.

At least, you should be a full devil even if you die.

Seeing Shen Lang's affirmation, everyone cheered and began to carry food to store.

This is simply a gift from God.

Suddenly, the entire tribe was filled with a joyous atmosphere.

Zhan Tianhuo decided that since he had enough food, he had to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Shen Lang's arrival.

"Thu, go and call your wife's tribe, and ask the patriarch and tribe members of the Su tribe to come over and inform her father that we will hold a banquet tonight and be lively."

Zhan Hu nodded and pulled a woman and child to Shen Lang.

"Brother, this is my wife Kama, and my son Fighting Leopard."

"Kama is a Sioux, and her father is the leader of the Sioux. Their tribe is right next to our camp. I'm going to call them to come and see you now."

While introducing his family to Shen Lang, he asked the two of them to kneel down and express their gratitude to Shen Lang.

The girl in her twenties, with her seven or eight-year-old child, hurriedly wanted to kneel down for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang helped them with one hand, making them unable to kneel down again.

Zhan Hu's wife is a Sioux?

Sure enough, the Mengsu people are still living in this jungle at this moment.

It’s better to call them, and Shen Lang urgently needs to learn more about the situation.

"Why kneel? Go quickly! Zhanhu, is this your son Zhanbao?"

Shen Lang smiled and pulled them up, hooking the little boy's face.

Zhan Hu looked proud: "That's right, when I die, he will be the leader of the gods."

"Haha, it's not bad!"

Shen Lang shook his head and smiled, Zhan Tianhuo, Zhan Tiger, Zhan Leopard.

When this kid grows up and has children, should he be called Warrior?

A hundred years later, I can only call it the War Ant, or the Warring States Football Team?

Zhan Hu had already run into the jungle and went to summon the Sioux people.
To be continued...