My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 577 - 540: The Strange Dark Civilization and Probing_3
The midwife smiled, "Isn't that the name of the Earth God in your Dort North West mythology?"
The mother softly said, "I hope my child will be the heaviest, greatest, and bravest war hero in legend! The man who defends against the flames of the whole sky."
To these primitive tribes, they don't know what kind of monster airplanes are, only that their enemies come from the sky, bombing their tribes and countries madly, burning, killing, looting, committing all sorts of evils.
Waaah.
The baby suddenly let out his first cry of life.
Invisible ripples swept through the whole delivery room, no one knew what this signified.
His boundless consciousness seeped into the earth, crossed tribal buildings, people's conversations, architectural structures, data, electronic devices, and even distant cannons and flames, all transformed into a vast flow of information entering the baby's mind.
In the first second, he learned the entire tribe's language.
In the second second, he learned the enemy army Empire's language and explored their books, physics, chemistry, biology, math, starting to possess the knowledge quality of an elementary school student.
In the third second, his knowledge accumulation already surpassed ordinary people, comparable to the greatest scientist on this planet.
His consciousness was growing at an unimaginable speed, even the baby didn't know why he was so exaggeratedly strong at birth, his consciousness began to permeate into the artificial satellites outside space, reaching into the boundless cosmos.
...
At this moment, an old man wearing a weird religious robe ran in, shouting painfully, "Bina, your husband is dead."
The mother froze for a moment, tears suddenly fell.
Drip, drip, drip, tears fell on the bewildered baby's face.
The mother's crying made his emotions surge, and instantly the earth shook and tore, mountains and rivers rippling like a soft water bed with his instinctive will.
And the next second, he successfully scanned the current source of crying with the ripples of the earthquake—the father, who had been killed by a shell and dead for three days.
Even without the Power of Creation, the soul was clearly visible to him, he instantly collected his father's soul, let the endless dirt mix with that pile of rotten flesh, clay molding life, condensing and reforming into his father.
"Wasn't I dead?" The father stood up in the center of the battlefield, dumbfounded.
"Ah, monster, monster!"
The entire army soldiers stared in astonishment, horrified shouts making fear spread more.
The armies on both sides instinctively fired bullets, cannons bombarding the father's body again, completely engulfing him in firelight.
But when the smoke disappeared, everyone's minds instantly froze.
The father rubbed his head and nonchalantly stood up, impervious to blades and bullets, his body like clay, standing on the ground as if absorbing the great power of the entire planet, like the Earth God in mythology.
"I was resurrected?"
The man suddenly made a light leap, sweeping away all the surrounding armies, smoke and dust dispersing, a fifty-meter diameter crater appeared in the enemy army's center, flesh flying, hundreds dead or wounded.
And this man slowly ascended into the sky.
He instinctively felt a mysterious instinct within, reversing the earth's magnetic field, taking flight like a bird.
"Barro! You must be the reincarnation of a God!"
All the tribal people looked at that flying man, plopping to their knees, "Divine Spirit has appeared, Divine Spirit bless our country!"
Barro froze for a moment, soon trying to use his strength to ascend, tearing through steel birds in the sky, like Superman crossing the atmosphere.
A day later, the frontline turned the war around, victory was achieved.
This was an unprecedented victory, a Low Level and savage primitive tribe surprisingly resisted the Empire's various high-tech invasions.
Meanwhile, a God appeared on this planet, a man named Barro the God also hurriedly ran back to the delivery room, looking at his pale-faced wife and son.
"I'm back."
