Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 18 The Trial Bestowed Upon the King

"Kobold"

Rank: Mortal

"Characteristics: Night vision (excellent eyesight at night, disadvantageous in daylight combat); proficient in dragon language"

"Introduction: Excellent miners and excavators. Although they are called kobolds, they are oviparous creatures and seem to have a blood relationship with dragons, but this is difficult to verify."

No wonder, even though Xinzang and Chang were superhumans, they couldn't find any trace of them. It turned out that they had been hiding underground and had avoided the expedition team's activity time.

Liang Jiu stared at the panel in front of him, lost in thought. Was it related to dragons?

However, since the original owner of this divine realm chose Buddhism and Taoism as his main path to transcendence, it is reasonable that no dragon-blooded kobolds should have awakened.

However, the current Divine Realm has been operating independently for who knows how many years since its original owner died, so it wouldn't be surprising for Liang Jiu to see all sorts of strange and powerful beings appear there.

Before we knew it, the sun had risen.

Liang Jiu's gaze fell back to the oasis below.

In the camp, the Necromancer warriors had finished cleaning up the battlefield, dug up the sand pits where the kobolds had hidden supplies, and were gathered together counting their spoils.

The colorful ores and gems that the kobolds used to build the temple were kicked away as useless broken stones.

What truly made the hunters' eyes light up were the captured weapons.

Due to the size difference, the kobold's longsword would be considered at best a broad-backed dagger in the hands of the Smoldering Tribe. However, the blades' cold, hard gray-black color indicates that they are made of cast iron.

Both in terms of hardness and sharpness, it far surpasses the bronze spears in the hands of the Xin tribe.

Moreover, its excellent metallic properties mean that it can be forged into more types of weapons.

Xin Zang sat alone to one side, clutching an iron sword in his hand. He repeatedly scraped the blade with his fingertips, feeling the hammering marks on the sword.

Before the expedition, he had been in charge of the tribe's metal smelting, and had been studying it diligently for a long time, but had not made much progress.

Even with the divine guidance to improve the furnace and optimize its structure, the quality of the bronze produced remained inconsistent, failing to meet the needs of everyone in the tribe.

Seeing this forging technique, which far surpasses the tribe's current productivity, he was naturally delighted. He studied it carefully, explored its patterns, and imagined the life of this piece of metal.

He was pondering how to figure out the smelting process of this alien race so that he could equip his own people with such powerful tools in the future.

Lost in thought, Chang walked to the center of the jubilant crowd and tapped the ground with the handle of his spear.

The tribesmen who had been gathered to count their spoils quieted down.

"The oracle has been delivered. We will cut down trees and build walls here to establish a stable camp in this oasis, awaiting the arrival of our people. In addition, I need a few scouts to find out the roads outside and possible water routes."

Upon hearing the word "scout," Shinzo was about to stand up.

A tribesman tending to his wounds patted him on the shoulder: "Rest, Xin Zang. You were instrumental in uncovering the ambush last night. Why don't you rest here for a while? The chief probably won't let you go anyway."

In the eyes of most of the tribe, Chang had protected the son of the former king very well. The reason for this might be that Xinzang was the only extraordinary person in the tribe who possessed the Heartfire, or it might simply be because he was the son of the Human King.

Chang's gaze swept across the crowd, and he began to call out names, selecting the best to be scouts.

After selecting three experienced superhumans in succession, his gaze passed over the fire and landed on Xin Zang. He paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"Shinzo, you should come along too."

The clansman who had offered the advice stood frozen in place.

"Alright!" Xin Zang shouted, then patted the stunned tribesman on the shoulder.

He deftly tucked the captured iron knife into the leather belt at his waist, grabbed his bronze spear, pulled the water bag over his shoulder, and excitedly followed the three scouts ahead.

Once the scout team disappeared behind the sand dunes, all the work in the camp proceeded in an orderly manner.

Liang Jiu's figure appeared beside Chang.

The tall man made no sound, and knelt on one knee on the sand, bowing his head.

"Were you questioning my arrangements just now?" Liang Jiu looked down at the current leader, the strongest in the tribe, and an extraordinary hunter.

The burly man was filled with trepidation, just as he had been when he first met the gods.

"I am merely your servant, I dare not..."

"Stop with the nonsense, Chang. You're always too reserved. Be careful," Liang Jiu interrupted him. "You may feel unworthy of Xin's expectations of you, but you shouldn't doubt my judgment. Raise your head and tell me your problem."

Chang was silent for a moment, then raised his head: "My Lord, why did you ask me to send Xin Zang out? The situation on the outside is unclear, I... don't understand."

"Then why did you go along with it and give him the credit for the warning when you clearly noticed the movement underground earlier than him last night?" Liang Jiu didn't answer, but instead posed a question, "This is not the behavior of a leader. It will only make the tribe think that you are not as capable as him."

Chang opened his mouth: "I..."

"I want him to accumulate prestige so that he can succeed you as the new King of Men in the future." Liang Jiu directly exposed his thoughts. "Is this your idea, or High Priest Geng's idea?"

Chang lowered his head deeply, offering no rebuttal.

"You want to push him to the throne, yet you protect him under your wings, unwilling to truly hone him." Liang Jiu looked at the boundless sandy land before him, where lives fought to the death for resources to survive, only to eventually return to dust. "A king who can shoulder the responsibility of a tribe cannot be raised in a greenhouse."

Therefore, I sent down a divine decree, granting him a trial.

Liang Jiu's voice drifted through the air, and the environment changed as a result.

As dusk fell, sandstorms began to sweep across the sky.

The sky was overcast, as if a storm was about to break out.

"If he survives, he is the chosen king, the destined one bestowed by God. If he dies, it only proves that he is not worthy of his own name."

"Many people have died in the Salary Clan, so one more won't make a difference. As long as the foundation remains, there will always be a qualified successor."