Thousands of miles to the north, there is a continent cut off from the south. Unlike the many regimes in the South, the Northern Continent was only half the size of the Southern Continent, but it had only three large empires.

First of all, located in the south was the Delsa dynasty. The country is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and due to its low latitude, abundant temperatures and rainfall, coupled with its less dense water network and vast plains, the steppes here have disappeared for thousands of miles, and naturally a nomadic culture has been born - but because of the development of productive forces, it is highly centralized, and it does not need to be maintained by prestige like Genghis Khan, and their system has maintained the stability of the country.

The Delsa dynasty was characterized by strong individual combat effectiveness. With its self-enhancing and morale-boosting mods, a variety of cavalry (who were not content to do more than horseback riding) and the earliest iron technology, the Delsa dynasty was almost invincible in the early years, which is why they occupied the middle and low latitudes south of the continent.

Then, in modern times, the Delsa dynasty was beaten to the point of retardation by two other assemblages. The territory has shrunk by nearly three-quarters, and the territory that was previously laid down has basically been spit out, and a lot of territory has been pasted upside down.

The reason for this is that the "untouchables" in the west took out the "porcelain sword" technology from the clay and changed the name of the country to the porcelain sword by the way, and then after resisting the Delsa iron cavalry offensive, under the national enthusiasm formed by the long-term invasion, everyone poured parts and chemistry together, and then science and technology and module technology were ...... I mean take off together, and then it's the favorite "Adult, times have changed" plot. In this way, the army on the west side was gone.

And the military situation in the northeast is the object we focus on today, the Divine Cult of the Sun.

In the face of Delsa's indiscriminate killing, the porcelain sword people chose to escape into the mountains and forests to fight guerrilla resistance, while the Zhiyang people chose to migrate north and go deep into the frozen soil. Compared with the porcelain sword people like intellectuals and bandits, the ancestors of Zhiyang were all religious believers who fled the war of Vadari, and they were relatively not so capable of fighting. Except for a few popes and Taoist chiefs who are particularly capable of fighting (the individual power brought by the mod), ordinary people really have no combat power, and can only go to the opposite side where they can't go.

However, in the north, the food is frozen soil, how can crops be grown in this broken place? Since the frozen soil cannot be dug up, then there is still a ghost mine? Some people say that it is because there are no good tools to dig it. But good tools have to be made of ore, and then the frozen soil can't be dug up......

Okay, okay, I'm honest enough to eat. The problem is that there is too much frozen soil, and the few places that are not frozen soil are not warm enough. Think about it, where the cavalry doesn't want to go, how cold does it have to be? In this way, the Zhiyang people have been living a poor life, and local production is not good, so they can only import it from the sea, and they must also buy everything they should buy before the winter comes, otherwise everyone will die together in the frozen port.

Fortunately, although the place where the people of Zhiyang stayed was cold and frozen, it was not completely inviolable. It's not bad for everyone to evenly distribute the rations, give more food to the educated, and let him write something to sell. In this way, Zhiyang became the production place of religious literature, after all, there is an aurora or something from time to time in the Arctic Circle, plus the mountains and rivers are long (of course, the frozen river), and the religious materials are simply endless. People call it the Cult of the Sun because of the lack of light brought by the sun, but the land of the Sun has become a holy city for more religions. For example, this is like Jerusalem exporting deerskin paper (Zhiyang no plant paper) every day to the outside of God's literature, Allah literature, Buddhist scriptures, Taoism, Sikh literature, and all kinds of metaphysical products.

And the author of Zhiyang is also familiar with various religious details (after all, relying on this to eat imported necessities), what is the difference between the dark god and the dark god, the grievances between the goddess of hunting and the goddess of wild hunting, the religion is not necessarily clear, but the people of Zhiyang are like a number of treasures, and when they are not clear about the gods of their own families in many places, they also have to go to Zhiyang to consult the lost books.

Originally, this was also very good, but Delsa saw that if this was defeated, it would offend the anger of the people (I was afraid that all the people in the south would declare war at that time), and they could barely survive, and the people of Zhiyang would not be able to die. The problem is, as we all know, the environment is subject to change.

About 150 years ago, the northerly wind became stronger. Just like the Xiaoice River Century.

Several rivers that had been flowing also froze, the frozen ground began to spread, countless people's houses were blown down by the strong winds, and various animals that were the source of the writing also froze to death. The unintroduced cotton made it impossible for the people of Zhiyang to keep warm, and even the strongest flames would be extinguished by the strong winds, and even the ports that supported the lifeblood of Zhiyang were frozen for a long time, and the huge waves caused by the strong winds completely ended the trade.

People began to migrate south, but the Delsa dynasty would not allow the Zhiyang untouchables to enter the land. As a last resort, they had to gather in the southernmost city in the territory, relying on the powerful modding abilities of the Pope and the Dao Master, and exchanging the resources gathered by everyone for some light and warmth.

The little girl who sells matches is just a person who draws matches. But the Zhiyang people during that time were everyone gathered together and paddled the precarious warmth.

A pope fell due to lack of energy, and the Taoist leader next to him immediately opened his module to exchange warmth with the ethereal faith. But the cold was endless, and the consumption of resources and power was increasing day by day, not only the pope, but also the Taoist governor, the abbot also fell, the caliph could not hold on, and then the people were exhausted one by one.

Then, they can only return to the most primitive act – prayer.

I pray that you will use the power of light to give life to our destiny, O god of light!

O god of flames, I pray that you will give me warmth!

O glory, God of righteousness, You are a God who hears prayer, You are the unity of the three! O Lord be with us, hear the prayers of our brothers and sisters as one heart: Survive! Lord, you are the God who gives us peace and eternal life, You are the God of redemption and healing, and all our things depend on your power. Bestow upon us the Ascendant Believers...... A future where you can move forward!

There was a wave of prayers. Literary writers offered the most sincere prayers, the pope went crazy and held all kinds of sacrifices and prayers, and the people adhered to the dogma and made their every move obey the will of the gods.

However, the north wind is bleak and the snow is fluttering. The wind barriers built by the Zhiyang people with modules are becoming more and more fragile, and the insulation walls are dying out. At the height of religious activity, people descended into madness. How devout he was before, how desperate he is now.

Great Lord, why not us?

Is it because we didn't work hard? No, the people of Zhiyang have made extraordinary efforts to resist the cold.

Is it because we are not religious enough? Who would serve the gods more rigorously and carefully than the Sunda?

In a moment of despair, a pope discovers that his mod of light and heat is far beyond common sense.

She is the pinnacle of individual power in the history of Zhiyang. Her presence greatly shared the pressure on the resources of the other popes, and everyone said that she was chosen by the gods, but only he knew what was happening.

The pope, in his dreams for more than a month, had been dreaming that he was wandering in a sea of scorching sand, where the surface was lifeless and the yellow sand was long, but the dust that rose from time to time let him know that there were a large number of giant sandworms living here.

In the dream, she communicates with the sandworms through mods and discovers their amazing sociality. He followed the sandworm into the vast underground kingdom and made a deal with the sandworm's leader.

How could the dream come true? But this time they did. The Pope traded his "Divinity Light" mod for an unheard of mod with the Bug Emperor.

She devours the mod every day, but the Pope who has lost the Light mod can no longer power the barrier. As people accused her of not doing her duty, her chest began to glow slowly.

One day, she said word by word:

"Pray for a miracle

There is no presence of God

Together

Become a god"

She came up with a great plan to the people after fully understanding the mods of the trade.

Since then, Zhiyang people have focused their efforts on the research of modules. People are fully cooperative with the Holy See, and are willing to carry out even some experiments involving taboos, even if they are the subjects of the experiments.

After decades of useless prayers, people know very well that if they can't figure out a way to break the game, Zhiyang will be out.

Crushed by the wheels of history.

Then, for some reason—the snowflakes were obscuring the day, and it was long since it was day or night—that the Pope completed his final experiment.

On that day, she walked side by side to the square with the subjects she had previously experimented on.

Everyone gathered around to watch them.

The Pope glanced around with affection, walked through the crowd with his subjects, gazing carefully at everyone's faces, and caressing the buildings of the city with his fingers, no one knowing why they had suddenly done this—until they held hands in a circle and stood in the middle of the square.

And then she said—

"Prayer, there is no God coming. We wait, turn into gods. ”

A strange light pierced through the pupils.

Dazzling beams of light spill out of the mouth.

His chest twitched, as if something was about to burst out. Suddenly, a huge drum beat sounded in the square, which was the sound of the heartbeat of the Pope and others.

The greatest pope in history lifted everyone into the air, and the people in a circle burst out with dazzling golden light that could not be seen directly, but the light was dazzling and not hurtful, and there was no painful feeling when shining on people's bodies, but warmly.

It's like sunshine.

They rose slowly, their bodies dissolving in the light, and then slowly gathering and merging into one.

The light rose even faster. Soon they were taller than the cold barrier built by the people of Zhiyang, but soon the wind and snow outside became smaller, and the cold wind stopped, replaced by rain after the snow melted.

The frozen ground began to unseal, and some of the living critters poked their heads out of the ground, and like the people in the city who rushed up the walls, they surveyed the unsealed land with eyes that had never seen spring before—though only the surrounding area of the city was warm.

We wait, turn into gods.

This is the origin of the true name of the Cult of the Sun.

If there is no sun, we will make one of our own.

As we mentioned earlier, resource power is a natural occurrence of "people", and its recovery rate is almost unaffected by any conditions. And the Worm Emperor's module explores how to generate more resources. Of course, they do discover how to produce.

That's sacrifice.

The Sandworm relies on splitting organisms to gain more resources, while the Pope improves it, slowly splitting his own shell, and then generating light and heat through the Bright series of modules.

After that, the Zhiyang people rushed out of the city. They are united, they have no gaps, and every year the people of Zhiyang voluntarily sacrifice themselves to integrate and expand to Zhiyang, because they are willing to thaw more soil for their families to gain cultivated land.

The old man said, we are old and useless, but we can still burn it to provide more resources for the children;

The middle-aged said that the era should be reserved for younger people, daughter, you have to work hard and work hard against the sun;

The young man said, they all jumped into the Zhiyang, and I am willing to burn my short youth for the sake of the Zhiyang nation;

And the teenagers, they smiled slightly: Daddy, let's raise another one, I'm not big yet, don't feel distressed.

The popes acquiesced in this behavior.

Soon, production developed rapidly. They worked like crazy for more than ten hours, just for the prosperity of the nation, so that their families would no longer endure the cold winter. The act of reproducing offspring is no longer the crystallization of love, but the production of population for the development of the entire Zhiyang nation. The Pope processes a large number of documents every day in order to place everyone in the right position for them. The crime rate is surprisingly low because no one wants to go back into the darkness. The entire Zhiyang society developed in an orderly manner in a frenzy.

Soon the Delsa dynasty sensed that something was wrong, they tried to attack, they tried to plunder, and they found that every time they returned, the Solstice became stronger. Their will to resist was so high that even the disemboweled, fallen soldiers would jump up as the Delsas passed by, strangling the walking infantry with the organs that flowed out.

But the strength of the Iron Cavalry Dynasty has always been strong, and the people of Zhiyang have suffered heavy casualties. Moreover, the frozen ground is no longer a reason for the Iron Rider to stop, and the Delsa dynasty also yearns for the man-made sun.

At this moment, the Pope, the Pope who had become the Sun, her heir decided to do something—it had to be acted.

With only a few words in the diary of her ancestors, she rushed south, searched near the equator to no avail, and continued southward, through every desert—to find the sea of sand that her ancestors had dreamed of.

This time she is stronger than her predecessors. She raised her hand, and the sand parted, and the emperor of the sandworms was hunched over.

"Travelers told me about Hokuriku. The Worm Emperor's hoarse voice came from afar, "The Sandworm's time is running out, I can give you a way to break the game, but you must be responsible for convincing others to carry out this plan." ”

She returned to Zhiyang with the answer and restarted the experiments of her ancestors. This time they no longer glowed, but the will of the subject gradually became intimately connected to her.

In the long-term experiment, the Zhiyang people gradually mastered the mystery of thinking. They combined consciousness with mods and took the final steps towards the taboo.

"It's going to make us ...... It became extremely controversial. ”

The Taoist chief said so.

"We don't have a choice. ”

She added.

"Then do it. Since you want to be separated from humanity...... Naturally, it should be more thorough. ”

The people of Zhiyang feel that from a certain moment, they can understand other people's thoughts more and more, social relations become more harmonious, and then, even strangers who meet by chance on the street, with just one look, both parties can understand each other's emotions.

Then, voices that don't belong to you reverberate in your head, and on many occasions, people's opinions appear strikingly similar. In addition, newborn babies tend to be more integrated into the group than the older generation, and they are physically sound than the previous generation.

Subsequently, the popes called a referendum.

Then, everyone agreed.

The Zhiyang nation is gone.

The Solstice Hive was born.

The will of all is connected - this is the solution taught by the swarm. Sandworms can't continue to be a hive due to their inherent biology and low module fitness, but people are different – the ever-changing mods allow them to adapt quickly to changes and target production.

Society has completely turned into a hive. Orderly, yet creepy. Everyone will only make moves that are completely in line with the interests of Zhiyang Hive. The workers faithfully carry out their orders, the morale of the soldier is always the highest, the newborn baby does not need to grow, the growth hormone and biological modules will make him mature quickly, and his wisdom and will will be given by the brood.

In the place where man-made Zhiyang is popular, the Zhiyang people have achieved a complete connection. The consciousness of all people is blended together, "We are one, we are gods." "Everyone's heart is closely connected to the Zhiyang, to be precise, it is the Zhiyang and everyone's consciousness that merges into one, and governs everyone's every move - but the decision of the "Zhiyang", the main individual, is the judgment of all the people of the entire Zhiyang nation.

Can you say which side of the mud or dirt decides which side?

As time passed, the level of the Zhiyang Soldier's modules became higher and higher, and their physical strength became stronger and stronger, and finally they even developed the technology of on-site transformation, reducing the consumption of resources and power through high-calorie food, and using the module to quickly mutate a certain part of the body.

In this way, the soldiers of Dersa were almost unilaterally purified, and the surviving inhabitants were incorporated into the Zhiyang, becoming part of the Zhiyang people, the Zhiyang Collective, without any racial distinction. Under the sun, all the people are the people.

When the two regional overlords defeat the original overlords, what will happen next can be imagined, which is also the scene where the porcelain sword capital was destroyed at the beginning of this article.

Then, Zhiyang and the porcelain sword are about to start hundreds of thousands of battles in the Helang Kingdom, one more battle is not more, and one less battle is not less.