The advantages of the former are self-evident.

The problem is that the skills that can be written innately at the genetic level are relatively simple.

Even the doomsday beast can only master seven to nine methods of constructing spiritual magnetic force fields at most.

Moreover, the skills are all solidified, with almost no possibility of upgrading and expansion.

Although the latter requires a long learning time, it is still unknown whether it can be successfully learned.

But it’s full of ever-changing and infinite upgrade possibilities.

Even if you reach a three-star extraordinary realm, you can master dozens of methods of constructing spiritual magnetic fields, display dozens of skills in battle, and use different styles and props to create hundreds of dazzling tactics.

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Theoretically, if a transcendent is given a long enough lifespan, he can even learn tens of thousands of methods of constructing spiritual magnetic fields.

This is something that "innate writing" is far from possible.

The Turan people's way of using their psychic powers is somewhat biased towards the "innate writing" of monsters.

The five major clans all have unique "totem combat skills" derived from genetic factors, engraved at the genetic level, and innate.

The purer the bloodline, the richer and clearer the relevant combat information contained in the genetic factors, allowing those pure-blood nobles to awaken the power of totems without any guidance at a very young age.

From this perspective, it is not unreasonable for the nobles of a clan with thousands of years of history to despise the rat people who are constantly mixing blood and losing their clan characteristics.

Because the blood of the latter is continuously diluted and blended, the "combat program" in the genetic factors often becomes fragmented and beyond recognition.

This makes it ten times more difficult for them to awaken the power of the totem than a pure-blood warrior.

In Turanze, which does not have a scientific, comprehensive, and standardized training system, nor does it have relevant schools or virtual or distance education channels, it relies entirely on family blood to inherit the way of using psychic powers. Before the rise of the Great Horn Legion, there were almost no rat people.

Natural awakening, a chance to turn over.

In addition, "innate writing" has a very fatal side effect.

This method of transmitting information directly at the genetic level through genetic factors seems to affect the logical thinking ability of carbon-based intelligent life.

The so-called wisdom is not originally necessary for survival.

If the skills necessary to climb to the top of the food chain have long been engraved in the genes, then there is no need to learn more messy dragon-slaying skills. You just need to keep fighting, killing, and destroying to fully stimulate the ferocity deep in the genes.

Already.

Meng Chao was very suspicious of the reason why Turan civilization continued to degenerate.

From the time when it was first possible to build the "Totem Armor", the ultimate individual equipment full of black technology, now it is now impossible to build even the simplest muzzleloader gun.

It is because, at a certain critical time point thousands of years ago, we chose to use "innate writing" instead of "acquired learning" to inherit skills.

At this moment, Meng Chao's thoughts were interrupted by loud shouts from the stage.

When he looked up, he found that two priests used two special iron pliers to press a fragment of a totem armor that was glowing orange and seemed to have been burned to a temperature of thousands of degrees, and pressed it hard on the totem at Tietou's heart.

This totem is the part with the strongest psychic energy in Tietou's body. The cells swell, the blood boils, and the mitochondria output energy frantically, showing a natural reaction on the skin.

The fragment of the totem armor felt the surging vitality of Iron Tou, and immediately trembled like a living creature, stretching out dozens of slender tentacles, piercing deeply into Iron Tou's body.

Immediately afterwards, the entire breastplate was tightly glued together, as seamlessly as if it had grown directly from Tietou's body.

Ratfolk cannot breed and equip Totem Armor.

This is also a lie carefully concocted by the rulers of Turanze.

A more accurate statement should be: "Rat people who have not received a lot of cultivation resources since childhood and have congenital defects in their bodies cannot use the extremely high energy consumption of totem armor for a long time while ensuring their physical health and mental stability.

A deadly weapon that is very likely to backfire on its owner."

However, whether it is the Rat God Priest who is singing and dancing.

Or tens of thousands of rat warriors with high spirits and fire-breathing eyes.

Even the force like a savage beast impacted every blood vessel and nerve in the body, and it was hard to tell whether it was the iron head himself who was in agony or was exploding in pleasure.

I'm afraid they don't care when the totem armor will completely consume the fire of their life.

——Even if that time is tomorrow.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

Ironhead once again let out a deafening roar, held his head high, and showed everyone the fragments of the totem armor perfectly embedded on his chest.

The totem that had just emerged from the heart seemed to have strange penetrating power, and unexpectedly emerged from the surface of the breastplate, forming a series of swirling and uneven patterns. The sound of the iron head hammering the chest turned into bursts.

Thunder.

"Look, who said that rat people can't breed and equip totem armor? That's all a complete lie!"

A priest of the Rat God with seventeen or eight strange horns on his head said loudly in a provocative tone, "With the blessing of the Rat God, the warriors who had just attacked the city and captured the flag successfully surrendered the totem war hidden in it.

The evil spirit in the armor becomes an invincible totem warrior!

"To celebrate his victory and remember his glory, let us now shout out this warrior's new name - Flag Capturer!"

The name of a high-level orc does not remain unchanged throughout his life.

Rather, at each stage of life, one must create achievements that are more vigorous and dazzling than the previous stage, in order to be qualified to change a name that is more resounding than in the past.

If a high-level orc only uses one name for his whole life.

It means that he has never experienced anything thrilling and worth remembering in his life.

Even at his own funeral, he would be laughed at.

For Tietou, the name "Capture the Flag" is apt.

For a moment, the syllable "Flag Capturer" in Turan, which had a cadence and was filled with a metallic texture like the clash of swords, spewed out from tens of thousands of throats and resounded throughout the entire camp.

Even a few miles away, the defenders on the Bairen City Tower heard their cheers. For a moment, they looked gloomy and extremely frustrated.

The sacrificial ceremony ended successfully in an extremely warm atmosphere.

In addition to Tietou, there were hundreds of rat warriors who fought extraordinarily bravely, and they also received varying degrees of rewards.

Among them are Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

The two of them could be said to be following Tietou, no, following the "Flag Capturer" Chicken and Dog into the sky.

There was no other way, but when the flag-capturer fell from the city wall, the two of them followed him closely, shouting in his ears at the same time, and finally recalled his soul.

The flag-captor was extremely impressed by these two warriors who were "almost as brave as himself".

Therefore, Meng Chao, Ice Storm and hundreds of other meritorious service members became the elite of the Great Horn Legion, the sharp blade of the Saint of Ancient Dreams, and a member of the Bone Battalion.

They were finally able to leave the position besieging Hundred Blades City and rush to a more important battlefield.

——The siege of Hundred Blades City was a protracted war of attrition, leaving tens of thousands of corpses behind, and the result was just a fluttering battle flag.

If you want to completely capture Hundred Blades City, you will have to leave behind at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of corpses.

Such a cruel bottomless pit can be filled with the cannon fodder corpses of ordinary rat people.

Elites like Capture the Flag, Meng Chao, and Ice Storm who have proven their courage, loyalty, and ability on the battlefield should die in a more meaningful place.

The officers of the Bone Battalion who came to receive these newly promoted elites told them that they were about to carry out a more arduous, glorious and sacred mission.

Ambush the elite wolf group rushing to the aid of Hundred Blades City!

"The wolves are nothing to be afraid of. They were killed by the Saint of Ancient Dreams a long time ago. They were also beaten to shame by us in Hundred Blades City. Even the battle flag, which symbolizes will and glory, was captured by us!"

The officer of the White Bone Battalion waved the Wolf Fang Saber captured from the wolf tribe and shouted hoarsely to boost morale, "Warriors of the White Bone Battalion, let us now gather the anger of tens of millions of years to deliver the final blow to these bereaved dogs!

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He and the elite wolf group fought hand-to-hand in the field.

This is something that the rat warriors would have never dreamed of two months, no, a month ago.

But they were dazzled by a series of victories, and the pride of joining the Bone Battalion filled every blood vessel and nerve. Especially inspired by the Flag Capturer, the benchmark of "protected by the rat god, invulnerable", all the new elites firmly believed

, even if you are destined to shed the last drop of blood before the sun rises tomorrow, the final victory will definitely belong to the rat people, to the Saint of Ancient Dreams, to the Great Horn Legion, and to the great Rat God!

What's more, what the White Bone Battalion officers brought was more than just empty slogans.

In addition to a complete clothing change, everyone is equipped with fully-refined full-metal armor and weapons.

As well as fragrant high-energy food supplies.

There is also an artifact that is said to have been excavated from a lost temple by the Saint of Ancient Dreams and came from tens of thousands of years ago.

At first glance, it is a statue of the horned rat god that is more than half an arm high and carved from crystal clear white bones.

Between the intricate natural lines on the statue, the power of the totem flows faintly, but it exudes the feeling that this bone sculpture still has cell activity, as if it has life.

The officers of the Bone Battalion respectfully placed the bone sculpture on a temporary altar.

And let the elite rat people who had just joined the Bone Camp come forward, bite their index fingers one by one, and squeeze out a drop of blood towards the bone sculpture.

The bone carving is clearly as smooth as jade, with no tiny holes visible on the surface.

The moment the blood touched the bone sculpture, it did not stop or slip off. Instead, it seeped into the interior of the bone sculpture and disappeared without a trace.

Hundreds of elite rat people, hundreds of drops of blood, gathered together, at least a big bowl.
Chapter completed!