honor me as god

Chapter 925 The Era of Mortals
Feiyuan travels to the central plains of the province, and the endless hectares of wilderness stretch as far as the eye can see. These fields were originally the most fertile fields in Dogoland, and every autumn they will be dyed golden by the boundless ears of wheat. Gold at the end.

However, after the promulgation of the "National Security Act", people left their jobs, and no one cultivated even the best fertile fields. The boundless weeds replaced the wheat waves, and withered yellow became the main color here.

So many years have passed, and the great fertile land has been abandoned, but today, the roar of machinery can be heard here, accompanied by the figures of hard-working people.

A large weeding machine was driving slowly on the wasteland, and the dense weeds were harvested wherever they passed. The people behind followed with hoes and shoveled out the roots of the weeds that had penetrated into the field. Just push forward step by step, and slowly restore the vitality here.

A young man with a hoe wiped the sweat from his brow, and shouted to the driver of the lawn mower in front, "Hey, let's switch, let me drive too."

"Okay, you come." The driver stopped the lawn mower and jumped out of the cockpit with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face.

"This extraterrestrial machine is really powerful. In the past, to achieve the same weeding efficiency, at least tens of hundreds of times the manpower was required. Now you only need to sit inside and move the joystick."

The young man got into the cockpit. The operating system of the lawnmower is very simple. The quick-witted boy can learn it after reading the instruction manual for a while. After starting the engine, he exclaimed excitedly: "It's so cool! Such a big pile How does metal move?"

The driver patted the mouth of the fuel tank of the weed mower, and said with a smile: "The principle is still unclear, anyway, as long as the alchemist refines it. What is it called? It seems to be gasoline. Anyway, pour that stuff Go in and let it move."

While manipulating the lawnmower, the young man said with emotion: "Her Majesty's vision is truly unique, and this is simply an extraordinary power in another sense! As long as Tianwai Technology matures, it can definitely change the world pattern!"

The farming team here is just a microcosm of the resumption of production in Feiyuan Province. The 112 million volunteers who voluntarily responded to the Queen's call and devoted themselves to work have begun to be active in various production fields.

Since food is the lifeblood of the country, in Solandelle's planning structure, the volunteers assigned to agriculture are also the most, and they are working hard with the help of advanced farm tools and extraterrestrial machinery.

It's the middle of winter, it's winter, it's not the season for sowing, but it happens that the fields are full of weeds, you can take advantage of this cold winter to get rid of the weeds, and next spring to dig the soil for planting. As long as the weather is good, autumn will be a bountiful harvest scene.

As long as the stomach is full and the most basic right to life is guaranteed, other problems can be solved gradually.

While the farming team was working hard to weed, a weeder stopped suddenly.

The volunteer behind raised his head and shouted, "Why did it stop?"

The driver poked his head out and said, "Someone is blocking the front."

The volunteers threw down their hoes and ran over, only to find an elderly man standing in front of the lawn mower, blocking everyone from moving forward.

The volunteer asked puzzledly: "Old man, what are you doing?"

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, pointed at the lawn mower tremblingly and said, "You can't use this without authorization!"

"Which one do you use without permission?" The volunteer was even more confused. He pointed to the weeder and asked tentatively, "You mean this extraterrestrial machine?"

The old man tapped the ground with his crutches, kept shaking his trembling hands, and hissed to dissuade him: "This is a gift from the gods, and mortals cannot use it without permission!"

The volunteers laughed directly after hearing this: "Old man, how can there be any gods in this world? Her Majesty the Queen said that the so-called gods are just more powerful mortals."

The old man widened his eyes and said angrily: "You are blasphemy! You are disrespectful to our Lord! You will be punished by God!"

"My lord?" A young man who looked to be in his late twenties sneered, and said heavily, "You mean the number one traitor in Doggrand, Kino Van Helsing?"

Thick tremors appeared in the eyes of the old man, and his voice was hoarse with shock: "How can you slander my lord? Everything you have is given by my lord, how can you not respect him?!"

The young man snorted coldly and said, "So what if he bestows it? No matter how much you bestow, it can't cover up his sin."

"This person claims to be a god, trying to use pleasure to deprive us of our thoughts, raise us as animals, and secretly kill all opponents, calling it awe."

"Fortunately, Her Majesty the Queen took action in time, otherwise it would be a disaster for thousands of years to keep this kind of person!"

The old man's old body kept shaking, and he didn't know whether it was anger or fear. He walked over and tapped the young man's leg with his crutches, and shouted hoarsely: "If you disrespect our lord, you will be punished by God! You will be punished by God! God's punishment!!!"

The young man was hurt by the knock, and it was not easy to fight the old man, so he could only hold down the crutch hard, and said coldly: "Why should I respect that monster? He killed my mother!"

"Just because my mother taught me not to believe in the words of the gods, but to learn to think independently, she was arrested by the dead bird and beheaded the next day!"

"If you want me to say, Her Majesty let Kino Van Helsing go too cheaply, so he should be arrested and executed to comfort those who died because of him!"

When the young man spoke, the other volunteers had the same stern expression as him.

Everyone standing here has relatives or friends who have been accused of death for committing "thought crimes". They come from all over the kingdom, and they have the same ideal and the same hatred.

The old man was out of breath at this time, his strength was not as strong as that of the young man, and he couldn't get his crutches back, so he could only kick and beat him constantly. In addition, he was too old to speak clearly. Insults and curses.

The captain of the farming team came over, patted the young man on the shoulder, and advised, "Okay, just do our own thing, what's the fuss with the stubborn old man?"

The young man calmed down a bit, and felt that his behavior was a bit ridiculous, so he couldn't help showing a self-deprecating expression, and returned the crutch.

The captain looked at the old man and said earnestly, "Old man, you are not in the same league as us. We have different ideas. There is no need to quarrel with each other. Let's do our own things."

The young man turned around and went back to the team. He finally looked back at the old man and said silently: "Even if the gods really existed, it is in the past tense."

"This is the age of mortals. Gods or something, live in history forever."

When the old man heard these blasphemous words, his heart was burning with anxiety. However, he was too old and weak to compete with these young people, so he could only tremble and curse, and wept while cursing.

I don't know whether it was shaken by the impact on my beliefs, or I really believed that "God's punishment" existed and felt afraid of it.

The young man picked up the farm tools and was about to continue farming when he suddenly found his companion staring blankly at the sky. He patted his arm and said, "Don't be dazed, work quickly."

The companion didn't respond, his eyes opened wider and wider, and he subconsciously pointed: "Look over there, what is that?"

(End of this chapter)