Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

This tearful accusation made Ye Qingzhou frown. Through the connection of the seven emotions, he directly saw the terrifying scenes in the young man's memory.

A dark, damp dungeon, hanging human skins, piles of skulls, and the grotesque smiles of white slave owners…

“Take me to that town.”

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou's voice was eerily calm.

At dawn, Ye Qingzhou stood on a hillside, looking down at the white settlement below.

This is a typical immigrant town. Inside the simple walls made of wooden fences, dozens of houses are neatly arranged along both sides of the road, and there is even a small church in the central square.

"New Canaan."

The young Native American leading the way gritted his teeth, "They call this the second 'Promised Land.'"

Ye Qingzhou sneered. Through his senses, he could perceive a strong sense of fear and pain permeating the town, originating from a stone building in the northwest corner.

"The dungeon is there."

Ye Qingzhou pointed expressionlessly at the building, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Silver Blade, Wrathful Flame, follow me. The rest of you, spread out and keep watch."

Three figures slipped into the town like ghosts. The streets were deserted in the early morning, except for a few drunken sentries dozing off.

At the entrance to the dungeon, two guards were chatting idly.

"Old John peeled another skin last night, saying he was going to make it a birthday present for his daughter."

"Ha! I bet five shillings that girl will be scared to tears... uh!"

A flash of silver light, and blood appeared on both of their throats simultaneously; they collapsed to the ground silently.

Ye Qingzhou pushed open the heavy iron door, and a stench of decay and blood hit him.

Inside the dungeon, dozens of Native Americans were chained to the wall, some of them on the verge of death, their bodies covered in horrific wounds.

On the innermost "workbench" are various skinning tools and semi-finished human skin products.

"These barbarian bastards are indeed savage and cruel, unworthy of being human..."

The golden and blue feathers of the raging flames all stood on end, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

Ye Qingzhou suppressed his anger and waved his hand, severing all the chains: "Those who can leave, take those who can't and evacuate immediately."

The rescued prisoners were initially incredulous, but upon recognizing the young man who had led them, they burst into tears. They helped each other escape, but as soon as they left the dungeon, the piercing alarm bells rang throughout the town!
"The Indians have revolted!"

"Grab your weapons!"

The town instantly erupted in chaos, with residents rushing out of their homes armed with various weapons.

When they saw the scene outside the dungeon, their angry curses turned into screams of terror, for standing before the prisoners was a figure they would never forget.

"It's that terrible wizard!"

One of the fleeing white soldiers immediately recognized Ye Qingzhou, and his eyes filled with fear and despair. "The devil sent him to take revenge on us!"

An obese man pushed through the crowd, pointing a shotgun at Ye Qingzhou: "Go to hell, you demon!"

Gunshots rang out, but the bullets froze in mid-air three feet away from Ye Qingzhou, blocked by a layer of blue light film—Blue Tear's protective shield.

“That’s him!”

One of the rescued Indian prisoners pointed at the fat man, his eyes filled with hatred, "That's Old John the Skinner!"

Ye Qingzhou's eyes turned cold. With a flick of his finger, the suspended bullet flew back at an even faster speed, accurately piercing the fat man's forehead.

"Survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle."

Ye Qingzhou showed no mercy, each strike claiming several lives. He surveyed the terrified white residents, saying, "To die under the very truth you believe in is a worthy death."

The town fell faster than expected. The rescued Indian prisoners, filled with boundless hatred, stormed into the houses and dragged their former slave owners, who had abused them, into the streets.

Some immigrants tried to resist, but in the face of the monsters, flintlock pistols and axes were like toys.

At noon, the town square was filled with kneeling white prisoners.

Ye Qingzhou stood on the church steps, with the rescued Native Americans behind him, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

"The great spirit of our ancestors!"

The Black Hawk Shaman respectfully inquired, "What should be done with these white demons?"

Ye Qingzhou looked at the trembling prisoners—old people, women, even children—his face cold and his eyes devoid of any sympathy: "Blood debts must be repaid in blood. The guilty shall die, the innocent shall live. We are human beings, not those barbaric and cruel white devils."

"Yes, your kindness is unparalleled!"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head inwardly. This was not mercy at all. These elderly people, women and children had lost their support. In a capitalist society that believed in the law of the jungle, probably less than one in a hundred would survive.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the town.

An Iroquois scout came running: "A large army! A large army of white men is coming! At least five thousand, and... and strange wagons!"

Ye Qingzhou squinted and looked at the distant horizon—a massive army was approaching amidst billowing dust.

Even more eye-catching were the several enclosed carriages in the center of the procession, which were painted with prominent cross patterns.

"The Science Knights..."

Ye Qingzhou's gaze was disdainful as he calmly ordered, "Prepare for battle! Let the White Ghosts see what the power of a Totem Spirit truly is!"

The rescued Native Americans roared with deafening cries, their faith soaring to unprecedented heights.

In the sky, the faint outlines of bison and stags were gradually solidifying...

Five miles outside New Canaan, General Sullivan lowered his binoculars, his face ashen.

"The wizard who supposedly made a deal with the devil is indeed here."

He turned to Hamilton beside him, "Are you ready for your 'scientific miracle'?"

Hamilton stroked the metal box beside him, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Twelve state-of-the-art M1819 Hall rifles, firing with conical bullets and percussion caps, with a range three times that of ordinary flintlock rifles."

He opened the box, revealing gleaming firearms inside. "They can penetrate even steel plates."

General Sullivan nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Let the regular troops wear them down first, then your knights will find an opportunity to snipe that wizard."

He turned to his adjutant: “Pass down the order: no prisoners. All Indians—men, women, and children—must be executed. Remember to skin them according to the old custom; only whole skin from the hips down can be used to make the best boots.”

Hamilton frowned. "General, such things don't need to be said in front of the soldiers."

"how?"

Sullivan sneered, "Why do you think we were able to advance into the West so quickly? Cruelty is necessary for achieving complete victory in war."

He then pointed to a herd of bison being hunted on the distant prairie, saying, "Besides, simply killing them is already the greatest mercy for the Native Americans. Where is the real cruelty? Do you see it? The extermination of the bison was a strategy personally devised by the president. Without bison, the Native Americans would starve to death; this is much easier and far more cruel than sending troops to wipe them out."

On the horizon, hundreds of bison are falling to the sound of soldiers' gunfire.

The massacre had been going on for a week, and the grasslands were littered with rotting bison carcasses.

“Savages rely on bison for survival, so we will exterminate the bison; they worship nature, so we will burn down the forests.”

Sullivan's voice was cold and mechanical. "This continent is destined for the civilized world." Hamilton was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What if...they really do possess witchcraft?"

Sullivan laughed: "Then let your Order of Science purify them with the silver cross! We can burn witches at the stake in Europe, and we can do it here too! Let's go!"

As the bugle sounded, five thousand soldiers advanced in neat square formations.

At the front were three hundred elite riflemen, followed by six field guns. The twelve members of the Knights of Science were scattered throughout the ranks, each carrying one of those new rifles.

……

Inside New Canaan Town, Ye Qingzhou stood atop the church spire, gazing at the approaching army.

"Master, their weapons are strange."

Silver Blade conveyed a warning: "I smell the pungent odor of sulfur and nitric acid, several times stronger than ordinary gunpowder."

Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly.

Through his seven senses, he could perceive that the weapons carried by that special squad exuded a dangerous aura, a deadly threat not to him, but to ordinary Native American warriors.

"Black Hawk Shaman."

Ye Qingzhou summoned the old man and ordered him: "Gather all those who can still fight and prepare to meet the enemy. But do not engage in direct combat; do as I instruct you."

Black Hawk nodded emphatically, then turned and left.

Soon, the Native Americans in the town began to retreat in an organized manner, leaving behind empty houses.

General Sullivan was overjoyed at the sight: "Look! The barbarians are fleeing! All troops, advance!"

When the vanguard rushed into the town, something unexpected happened!
The ground suddenly shook violently, and the stone slabs on the street shattered.

Hundreds of bison with blood-red eyes charged out of the houses, but they were not real bison; they were spirits made of pure energy!

"My God!"

The soldiers in the front rank cried out in terror, "It's the devil's creation!"

The spirit of the bison was unstoppable; its horns easily pierced the soldiers' chests, and its iron hooves crushed the bodies into mincemeat.

The flintlock bullets pierced their bodies, creating only a ripple.

"Artillery! Open fire!"

Sullivan roared at the top of his lungs.

The field guns spat out tongues of fire, and solid shells struck a bison spirit, blasting it into specks of light and causing it to dissipate.

But in the blink of an eye, even more bison spirits emerged from the void.

"The Science Knights!"

Hamilton shouted, "Aim at that wizard!"

The twelve knights immediately raised their new rifles and aimed them at Ye Qingzhou, who was standing on the top of the church.

Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and twelve conical bullets shot toward the target at astonishing speed!

At the critical moment, a flash of silver light appeared.

The silver blade transformed into lightning, precisely intercepting seven bullets in mid-air. The remaining five were blocked by a suddenly appearing ice wall, which Lan Yue intercepted.

“How is that possible?!”

Hamilton's eyes widened. "These bullets are traveling at twice the speed of sound!"

Ye Qingzhou smiled coldly, forming hand seals: "Outdated technology is so powerless before the powerful martial arts of the elves. Let me show you true power."

As he moved, huge totem patterns appeared on the ground throughout the town.

All the resentment of the fallen Native Americans, the anger over the slaughter of bison, and the accumulated sorrow of this land... all came together!
"Roar--!"

With a deafening bellow, a giant wild bull spirit, ten zhang tall, rose from the totem array.

Its eyes were like two blood moons, and black resentment clung to its horns. Every step it took caused the earth to tremble.

"Fire! Full power!"

General Sullivan gave the order hysterically.

All weapons fired at the giant bull simultaneously, but the bullets and shells were like tickles to it.

The giant bull charged forward with its head down, its horns sweeping across, lifting the entire artillery position into the air!
The Science Knights tried to aim at Ye Qingzhou again, only to find that their weapons had suddenly become extremely hot.

Hamilton was horrified to see that the metal parts on the rifle were melting!

"The temperature is rising rapidly!"

A knight screamed as his hand burned, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief: "My God, it was the intense heat from that firebird!"

Flames swirled above the battlefield, engulfing the entire Order of the Science Knights and rendering their new weapons useless against the aurora fire.

The army was defeated like a mountain!
The militia army, which had been painstakingly assembled, collapsed instantly, with soldiers abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions.

General Sullivan managed to retreat under the protection of his guards, while Hamilton was knocked off his horse by a single claw from the silver blade, leaving him in a sorry state.

The spirit of the giant bull did not give chase, but instead turned toward the herd of bison being slaughtered on the grassland.

It roared to the sky, and all the surviving bison suddenly turned red in the eyes, became extremely ferocious, and began to attack the hunters!

In just half an hour, the 5,000-strong army was routed.

By the time the last white soldier was out of sight, the area outside New Canaan was piled high with the bodies of soldiers in blue uniforms.

Ye Qingzhou leaped down from the church and walked up to the captured Hamilton: "Your plan to exterminate the bison is very clever."

Blood trickled from Hamilton's mouth, but a ferocious grin spread across his face: "You think you've won? The president has mobilized all the border troops, over fifty thousand men! You barbarians..."

"brutal?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered, "A civilization that treats human skin as trophies, does it even deserve to be called a civilization?"

He turned to the Black Hawk Shaman and said, "Summon all the shamans and chieftains of the tribes; I have something to say."

Three days later, New Canaan had been transformed into a massive camp.

Representatives from dozens of tribes, including the Iroquois, Sioux, and Apache, gathered here. They witnessed the power of the Bison Spirit and revered Ye Qingzhou as a deity.

"Starting today!"

Standing on the high platform, Ye Qingzhou announced, "The tribes shall cease their internal strife and form an alliance. I will teach you elven martial arts, how to awaken the spirits of totems, and how to wield the power of faith."

He raised his hand to demonstrate how the power of the seven emotions operates, and hundreds of shamans eagerly learned. As the different totem beliefs of various tribes merged, new spirits began to appear—eagles, gray wolves, mountain lions… each possessing unique abilities.

The Native Americans in North America had very low levels of technology, while the colonists from Europe seemed endless. Ye Qingzhou couldn't possibly be on the front lines in every battle to act as a firefighter for the Native Americans.

Therefore, in order to resist the invasion, they had to rely on their own strength.

Ye Qingzhou's only task was to teach them how to unleash their potential. (End of Chapter)