Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 417 413.Looking for the descendants of gods

   "How many people do you have? As far as you know, how many tribes do you have?"

  In the illusion of the sea of ​​clouds where the pearls blended, Lao Jiang didn't reach out to pick up the old prophet's slate. He breathed out smoke and asked casually.

  The old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprises.

  The **** responded to his prayer.

  Redemption is here!

  He said hurriedly:

  "On the Shenqi plain of the red earth, there are twenty-five small clans like us, and a large tribe of nearly a thousand people ruled there.

  Shenqi Plain is the place closest to the remains of the ancestors, so there are still more clans.

  But further afield, I don’t know.

  It is said that there are still some compatriots in the Doom Mountain.

  The environment in other parts of the world is much worse than the Shenqi Plain. There is probably no life there, but if the advice left by my grandfather is correct.

   Then on the other side of the sea of ​​poison.

   Crossing the toxic sea that has dried up, on another continent far away, there should be people who are lingering like us.

  God!

   Ask for your kindness to save them. "

  Lao Jiang looked at him, stretched out his hand and flicked the ashes. Amidst the ashes, he said straightforwardly to the old prophet in front of him:

   "I am willing to do this, but you have to work for me, sign the contract, complete everything I ask, and strive to be perfect.

  I don’t mind if you unite your brothers and sisters in the name of gods, and I don’t mind if you breed a weird civilization in the new world.

  I am a very easygoing person.

  I don’t care about this.

  What I want is very simple. When necessary, start a war in my name, and you have to participate in it. In return, I will return your lost wisdom to you.

  As long as you want.

  In half an hour, you can re-understand the knowledge left by your ancestors.

  Those about the history of the first era.

  I will give you a normal living environment so that your children can grow up happily, healthy and healthy. This is out of humanitarian assistance.

  But if you want more, you have to work hard by yourself.

  To earn a more promising future for yourself. "

   "Enough! This is enough, my god, this is generosity beyond my most arrogant imagination."

  The old prophet held his slate and said softly:

   "For this, I am willing to give everything! My people are also willing, they must be willing, they can no longer complain."

   "Very good, we have negotiated."

  Lao Jiang stood up.

  In the last puff of smoke, the illusion outlined by the bead turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated, all the beautiful scenes disappeared like a dream, and they returned to the cold glass cabin.

  But no one complained about it.

  The disabled men and women, a few children, they all felt simple and pure happiness for this novel experience. They saw in the illusion what a real world should be.

  This is already precious.

   "click"

  The door of the closed glass cabin has been opened. The black fox with a cigar brought a group of wasteland biologists into it. They carried the device for accessing the chip.

   "You don't need to force the transliteration."

  Lao Jiang in the chip communication commanded:

  "They have excellent physical fitness. Their original eyesight is not worse than the eyeball prosthetic body, but it is also a waste of power when they are replaced. It is good to use the chip to connect to complete the communication and data interaction system.

  After seven days of rest and adaptation, the world exploration enters the second stage.

  They will go to contact other clans and tribes on our behalf. You must be prepared to receive and cultivate a large number of new people.

  Also, Roger.

  The organization of these people may not be the same as ours before. They may unite together in a way of faith. You must pay attention to this in your future action planning.

  I will bring Huai'an Gong over in a few days.

  You and this prophet will design so that the landlord can also integrate into their faith, just to maintain his incense golden body. "

"learn."

  The black fox replied ably.

  He held the upgraded version of the implanter used to implant the chip, and walked to the old prophet, who had a gentle smile on his face that a clergyman should have.

  He completely ignored the chilling sharp drill bit of the implanter, as if undergoing some kind of trial, he was very cooperative, lying on the operating table pushed into the glass cabin under Roger's guidance.

  In his instructions, the other disabled people also accepted the chip implants obediently, just like the first sheep of the flock.

   "Really, boss, if you don’t consider other factors, belief in this thing is really useful. Don’t you think about it. In the World Tree Consortium, promote this thing?"

  The black fox rolled up his sleeves, wiped off the blood stains left by the implant operation, and faintly made a suggestion, while Lao Jiang, who had watched the operation completely, shook his head.

   Like a magic trick, he took out four lollipops in his hand, smiled and handed them to the four disabled children, and touched their heads like the big brother.

  He replied:

   "No, this thing is not well controlled and it is too harmful. I don't want to make a group of mad believers. Because of the conflict of doctrines, it would be horrible to chop off each other internally."

"really."

  Rogge also nodded in agreement, a few minutes later, he asked again:

  "They need a code, a name, and they can't always be called a disabled person. I heard Huck Tucao say that these people have the same living habits as the Spartans.

  And their physical fitness is also strong enough, a little training is an excellent superman warrior.

  It's better to call them ‘Spartans’. "

"Row."

  Lao Jiang nodded, he said:

   "It is estimated that there will not be many people left from their civilization, maybe even 100,000 people will not have them. Buy a small island in the Atlantic Ocean to house them.

  That is their new home.

   Then put them all in a system, codenamed ‘Spartan Order’.

  You are personally responsible for this order!

  The level of confidentiality in our system is set to the highest. Although it is a bit utilitarian to say that, you must let them form combat effectiveness in the shortest time.

  The Battle of the City of Fog that is about to begin in the Red Moon Realm, I want to see these Spartans debut!

  Also, the identities of the few bones found in the ruins of the temple can basically be confirmed. "

Boss Jiang rubbed his cheek and said:

  "That should be the remains of these Spartans’ ‘gods’. Don’t you worry that the next stage of genetic enhancement medicine cannot find a suitable blueprint?

  Now you have it.

  Make them into a series, Roger.

  My next stage of strengthening, our core products in the field of genetic engineering, it is estimated that we will rely on them. "

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  After clarifying the ins and outs of the "Spartan" world of the dusk of the gods and post-apocalyptic civilization, Lao Jiang did not stay in the MAGA world and immediately returned to the Suffering Woods.

  The previous "Special Event 01" put him under a lot of pressure.

  If big monks like Liu Chu can't exempt from the mysterious "01", then Lao Jiang feels that it is best not to stay in the M world for too long recently.

  The decline of Spartan civilization is embarrassing.

  The description of the old prophet was full of helplessness and loneliness. He himself admitted that the so-called saying that those who are abandoned by the gods will be redeemed are only used to comfort the disabled.

  Think about it, too. Under a big scene like the Twilight of the Gods, their gods are hard to protect themselves. How can they leave such oracles and promises to mortals?

  But fortunately, Lao Jiang has once again become addicted to the savior this time.

  With his intervention, the disabled civilization that is on the verge of extinction can restart the reproduction and reconstruction of civilization in the wasteland and MAGA world, and at the same time bring him available human resources.

  This is a surprise.

  But from this story, Lao Jiang also captured a detail that can easily be overlooked.

  In his own cave, Boss Jiang took out a small Mazza and sat there. He raised his left arm. In the blue optical projection, the image of the mural repaired by the black hand society technicians resurfaced.

  He pulled the mural to the edge and watched the pictures of the monks of the Mo family immortal gate maintaining the star gate, and the ordinary people who walked into the light.

   "The descendants of the gods who were rescued from the last days, where are you placed?"

  Lao Jiang squinted his eyes and looked at the corner of the mural.

  He said softly:

   "I ignored this issue before.

  As the ascended ones like Elder Zha Sanbao and Wang Liufu, their stories are roughly similar.

  His own world has encountered a crisis. At the most critical moment, the monks of the Immortal League descended from the sky, bringing them hope.

  If we can save, we will try our best to save.

  If they can’t be saved, they will bring all these survivors back to the Suffering Wood Realm. Under the arrangement of the Qin Tianyuan, they will merge into the Suffering Wood Realm and become a part of this world.

  According to Wang Liufu, since the founding of the Fairy League, the number of ascenders in the Suffering Wood Realm has reached one million.

  But the world of Sparta and the world of MAGA have proved that this rescue operation had already begun before the establishment of the fairy league, and the Mo family fairy gate seemed to perceive the existence and rampage of the waste among the stars.

  They realized that Huang was invading those worlds, so they launched an action.

  This action may take longer than I imagined. The Xianmeng that was established later only continued the tradition of rescue.

  Therefore, there are definitely more than a million people in the Ascended Race in the Suffering Wood Realm.

  It is very likely to be an exaggerated number, but most of the ascending people will be washed away by the Qin Tianyuan, and the Immortal League is deliberately concealing the existence of these people.

  Perhaps it is to prevent Huang from casting his gaze on the Suffering Wood Realm.

  The true cause of the Xihai Demon Slayer five hundred years ago was probably that a certain rescue operation of the Mo family had a problem and was targeted by Huang.

  Ah, no!

  There are too few clues. With such a fragmented jigsaw puzzle, it is impossible to figure out the truth of the destruction of the Mo family's fairy gate back then! The head may know some, but he is obviously unwilling to tell me. "

  Lao Jiang rubbed his forehead, with speculations and ideas in his mind all the time.

  He looked at the mural projected on his arm in front of him, with a sharp light shining in his eyes.

  "The Spartans who were taken to the Suffering Wood Realm should still be here now! Or they were sent to another safe little secret realm by the people of the Mo Family Immortal Clan, and they might not be able to find them.

  But these Spartans have excellent physical fitness, and they should belong to a special minority in the entire civilization of the stars.

  In other words, if they were still in the Suffering Wood Realm, even if their memories were washed away by the Qin Tianyuan, they would definitely have made a name for themselves.

  Maybe I can find them.

  Although it is of little significance, it is impossible for them to want to return to their destroyed hometown, but if they encounter opportunities in the future, they may wish to be an interesting exploration game.

Besides

  In this bitter wood realm, how many ascenders, like the Spartans, were taken from other worlds?

  If the Immortal League continues to save lives from Huang's hands, then the Suffering Wood Realm world should be regarded as a ‘Noah’s Ark’ in essence?

  Before the head, he also said that the essence of Xianmeng is not as bad as I thought.

  Perhaps he was referring to this.

  The mysterious Qin Tianyuan is essentially a search and rescue force within the range of stars?

No way? "

  Lao Jiang punched his forehead, he shook his head to release these myths, and glanced at the projection of the mural, a few seconds later, his eyes suddenly lit up.

  Wrong!

  There are benefits in this matter that I have not discovered!

  Since this matter is related to the Mo family's immortal gate, it is now determined that the Mo family went there to help them before the end of the Spartan world. This is also why I have found clues related to the Mo family's fairy gate.

  Then I can use this little "achievement" to find the head of the past, Mo Jun, and ask for more star formations.

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  (End of this chapter)