I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 390 Title: Great Shaman (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

According to the creation myth of the Salish tribe on the west coast of North America, to which the Mukshott tribe belongs, the raven and the coyote, or jungle wolf, are the two core spirits of the entire creation system.

Raven is the master of creation and the construction of the passage between the heavens and the spirit world, while jungle wolf is the master of humanity, the earth, and the order of the human world. Both are the core guardian spirits of high-level shamans.

Immediately after the two wolves appeared, howls echoed throughout the wilderness of the Mukchott Reserve.

"Look, that's—that's—" an indigenous person exclaimed in shock, pointing to a main road beside them.

A dozen or so wolves came galloping towards Wayne, quickly approaching him and wagging their tails like puppies, making low growling sounds.

To everyone's astonishment, wolves surged from the wilderness of the reservation into the city, gathering in the direction of Wayne's memorial!

The entire Mukchott Reserve is situated in the valleys and plains of the White and Green Rivers and in the woodlands, with extensive open meadows, shrublands and woodlands in the surrounding areas.

These areas are the favorite habitats of coyotes, with large numbers of coyotes living in the surrounding woodlands.

At this time, more and more jungle wolves gathered. At first, there were only a few or a dozen, but later, they came in packs!

"Aww!"

Another loud wolf howl rang out, and this time, to everyone's astonishment, several large and robust wolves came charging towards them.

"God—it's a North American gray wolf!" the old shaman Balad murmured.

Gray wolves are several times larger than coyotes and are much rarer. It was unexpected that North American gray wolves still exist in the forests around Mukshot.

The Big Bad Wolf in the Little Red Riding Hood story refers to these enormous gray wolves, which, when standing upright, are even longer than an adult human.

These gray wolves are enormous among the pack, like giants among ordinary people.

Wherever it went, ordinary jungle wolves tucked their tails between their legs and avoided it.

Soon, the alpha wolf, with many scars on its face, came up to Wayne, baring its teeth and growling at the surrounding wolves.

Driven by instinct, the pack of wolves immediately dodged the gray wolf's teeth and made way for it.

Immediately afterwards, the huge, scarred gray wolf squinted its eyes, lay down in front of Wayne, and took the best spot.

A low growl filled with anger rang out, and before everyone's eyes, a small black dog suddenly darted out and bit the scarred gray wolf's neck.

Its bite force was astonishing. The scarred gray wolf let out a desperate howl, clearly never expecting to be bitten by such a small dog.

Although the little black dog was small, it was all muscle and bulging. With a sudden shake of its head, it actually pinned the huge gray wolf to the ground!

The gray wolf rolled its eyes back, unable to struggle at all.

"Alright, Wick, we're all friends," Wayne said with a slight smile, his tone affectionate.

The puppy Wick immediately released the gray wolf, turned around and frantically stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail at Wayne, taking the lead.

It was as if he was saying that he was the one who arrived first.

The scarred gray wolf, now subdued by the puppy Wick, its neck fur stained crimson with blood, had lost its previous arrogant and haughty demeanor. It crouched on the ground, suddenly raised its head, and let out a long, melodious howl: "Awooo!"

Immediately, the gray wolves behind it also howled to the sky.

Then came hundreds of wolves!

The pack of wolves all looked up and howled to the sky, their voices echoing in all directions.

The flock of ravens that had already landed took flight again, their wings blotting out the sky like a giant, swirling black vortex, emitting mournful cries.

At this moment, the first rays of dawn appeared on the distant horizon, and the first rays of sunlight shone on the black flock of ravens, creating a colorful play of light and shadow.

The black-haired, black-eyed man stood before a pile of corpses, his face calm. Under the shadow of the huge flock of birds, he seemed like a shaman spirit from ancient times!

The old shaman Balad trembled at the sight before him, his hair standing on end, and cried out, "This is—this is the salvation of the dead! The souls will be escorted by wolves and carried to heaven by ravens! That vortex in the sky is the gate to heaven!"

"My God! I never imagined I would witness such a magnificent and spectacular sight in my lifetime! This is a scene straight out of Native American legend!"

As he spoke, the old shaman Barad wept with joy and suddenly knelt before Wayne, crying out, "Revered, powerful healer! Thank you, thank you for your great soul and noble character, for helping the spirits of our ancestors to rest in peace! Thank you! Great Squinicard!"

As the old shaman Balad knelt down, witnessing this miraculous scene that defied normal understanding, the thousands of indigenous people present fell to their knees like fallen bushes, bowing in worship to the man standing among the ravens and wolves.

"Great and powerful healer! Thank you!"

"I extend my highest respect to you!"

"Squaricard, by the ancestral spirits above, by the mighty healer above!"

"In the name of trees, mountains, rivers, birds, wolves, and all ancestral spirits, I offer you my highest respect and dedicate my soul to you!"

"Great Shaman, above!"

"Ancestral spirits above, great and powerful healers, I repent for my past disrespect and beg you to grant my ancestors peace—"

Looking around, thousands of indigenous people knelt in the surrounding streets, speaking in English or their native languages. Almost every one of them wore an expression of reverence, solemnity, and emotion.

It's like worshipping a god who has descended to earth!

Raphael, Saul, and several of their godsons stood to the side, watching the scene unfold before them, all feeling deeply moved and proud.

These people are kneeling before their own godfather, which, in a sense, is also kneeling before themselves.

Thor murmured excitedly, "God, to have the entire reservation's native inhabitants bow down, he truly is the Godfather—what's with those ravens and wolves? I—I want to kneel down too—"

Raphael, Simon, and the others were equally shocked, utterly astonished by the miraculous sight before them.

They knew that Godfather Wayne possessed some spiritual powers, including prophetic omniscience and so on.

But this is the first time I've ever seen such a tangible spectacle!

The ravens that blotted out the sky, along with the packs of wolves prostrating themselves on the ground, all of this defied common sense and could only be interpreted as divine power or miracles.

Of all the people, Simon, the newly adopted son, was the most shaken.

This was the first time he had ever seen Wayne wield such divine power!

"This—God—Bondiye—I hope that my father Ben's soul can also be sent to heaven by the Godfather—" Simon murmured, his knees buckling as he knelt down, bowing his head in prayer before Wayne.

Seeing Simon's appearance, the other godsons around him did not dare to be negligent and knelt down before Wayne again, as if in prayer.

Whether I did it or not is not important; what matters is what others did. The Godfather's opinion is the most important.

How can I gain my father's love without rolling up my sleeves?

This is a true saintly godfather with spiritual power!

The commotion at the memorial was so great that it had already attracted the attention of other parts of the entire reserve.

A large number of vehicles were heading towards the memorial hall.

A black luxury sedan screeched to a halt at the roadside. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with graying hair, stepped out. Staring dumbfounded at the scene of kneeling worship and the ravens swarming overhead, he muttered, "My God—what the hell is going on? What did that bastard Kingsley do—?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, a Native American man who had been kneeling in prayer nearby excitedly ran over and said, "Congressman Cross, you've come too! With the help of the powerful healer Wayne, we found the remains of our ancestors buried beneath the memorial—several hundred people, all poor souls who died at the church boarding school—"

"The powerful healer, Mr. Wayne, is currently performing a ritual to guide the souls of our ancestors to heaven!"

Having vaguely understood what had happened, Cross turned pale and walked forward somewhat blankly.

Then he saw a pack of wolves, and hundreds of corpses.

In addition, there were more than a dozen other corpses.

It was the bodies of Kingsley, Sheriff Nez, and others.

The black-haired, black-eyed man was closing the eyes of each of the corpses, muttering incantations.

Several stern-faced Latinos and Blacks stood not far from this man, carefully observing his every move.

In the sky, the flock of ravens still circled like a giant vortex, while on the ground, the wolves howled from time to time, as if singing a farewell song to those wronged souls.

"God—" Even as a pivotal political figure in the entire reservation, Cross was still trembling with immense fear and a sense of insignificance.

It was as if the reverence for ancestral spirits in my bloodline had been awakened once again.

His knees buckled, and like the other indigenous people, he knelt heavily on the ground, praying in his heart for the forgiveness of his ancestors.

In his eyes, the black-haired, black-eyed man was like a demon god.

"Luck won't save you from bad luck, but spending money can change your fate—"

"Guaranteed minimum return, forget about it; the golden age will surely come!"

Wayne muttered to himself as he reached out to touch the corpse in front of him.

A flash of golden light appeared before my eyes, revealing a prompt:

You have acquired the skill: Racism (Specialization)

Wayne was speechless for a moment.

Kingsley deserves to die.

They've even become experts in racism.

Then, they picked up nine basic skills and two intermediate skills from the remaining corpses, thus concluding the skill acquisition.

However, Wayne didn't pay too much attention to it.

Having already acquired the [Shamanic Beast Control] skill, he was quite satisfied.

After a moment's thought, Wayne combined all the miscellaneous skills he had picked up from Seta with the skills he had just acquired, creating a specialization skill, which he then sacrificed to the Bewitch skill.

Immediately, his bewitching skill level increased to (Mastery 31%).

That [Racial Discrimination (Specialization)] has been temporarily preserved. In a place like America, using racial discrimination in reverse can often have unexpected effects.

[You have rekindled the torch of faith in this beast spirit's lair, gained the approval of the natives, and earned the title of "Great Shaman." Your fame will spread among the natives.]

Your jungle hound has subdued the wolves, and its level has been increased to 2 (70% + 30%).