The reason why such a conclusion was reached was not Su Hao's whim.

From the initial completion of the Moli Zaka Fortress to the present, he has been to it seven times. I hadn't felt the call of that mysterious voice before.

"The sound that has been continuously appearing for a long time can be understood as a signal with a special meaning."

Tong Yanfeng's way of thinking still follows the fixed pattern of earthlings. There was a faint doubt in his eyes, and he said uncertainly: "But I don't understand, why didn't that voice call before, but it should be noticed at this time?" Could it be that the massive deforestation of the central mountain range in the direction of the Moli Zaka fortress has touched a certain link? Or are the Defenders in the White Pyramid or the machines feeling threatened? Seriously, I don't like the mysterious, so-called "abnormal lifeforms". This was the case when we were on Earth, and it was still the case in Rabangka, where there was always something that the normal mind could not understand. They always refuse to explain the real reason why they want to make contact, and we don't know if they are Atlanteans or not. ”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you're an Atlantean or not."

Qin Wuyi took over the conversation: "However, I agree with what you said just now. It must be one of our actions that makes them feel threatened, or triggers some kind of condition that creates a sense of induction. Otherwise, they should have been inspired as soon as we arrived in Rabangka, rather than waiting until now. ”

Su Hao was noncommittal to Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi's words. He turned his gaze to Meng Qi, who was sitting next to him.

This is the world's first "worker bee" to be transformed in Labonka. Meng Qi's achievements in the kingdom war were huge, and if it weren't for his efforts to provide comprehensive financial and material assistance to the rebel army, Su Hao would not have been able to establish a huge number of slave legions in just half a year, that is, at the beginning of the war. As an absolutely trusted confidant, Meng Qi is indeed qualified to sit here, and his position and importance are no less than those of Lao Song and others who stayed on the earth at that time.

Feeling the inquiring gaze from Su Hao, Meng Qi hurriedly got up from the chair, half-bent over, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I can't help you with such things. It's not my forte. Excuse me! ”

Su Hao smiled lightly and nodded, but his smile was slightly bitter.

His own technological push for the world of Rabangka has indeed reached its extreme. However, only seventy years is still too short. Directly from the slave society that used iron tools to the era of the Industrial Revolution, the inclusive technology content of which left many Rabangcas at a loss. Many of them refused to accept new things, and the appearance of the train caused a very strong concussion among the civilians of Rabangka. Even his most loyal subordinate, Meng Qi, had to spend a lot of time studying, and then accepting more and more new things.

Meng Qi was not prevaricating, and he really could not explain the summoning of the mysterious voice from a scientific point of view. It is also difficult to accept this unnatural and bizarre phenomenon. Perhaps, it will be another few decades, or even a full century, before that really changes.

Meng Qi didn't sit down, he raised his head, extremely seriously, and said to Su Hao very respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have a very important matter to report. ”

Su Hao was a little surprised: "Oh? What is it? ”

"I want to form a sect."

Meng Qi's expression was extremely resolute: "I have already thought of a name, it is called the Holy Sect. ”

Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi glanced at each other, although they were silent, they both saw surprise and shock in each other's eyes.

Meng Qi is already in his nineties. When Su Hao first met him in the Central Mountain Range, Meng Qi was just a fairly young businessman. Black particles have obvious regulation and inhibition effects on metabolism. More than seventy years have passed, and the Meng Qi family has become even bigger than before, and he himself has become the patriarch of no one to question. He looked about the same as a young man in his thirties, his skin still smooth, and the exertion and hardship never left a trace on his face. Meng Qi belongs to the kind of optimist who always wears a smile, which presumably has something to do with his cunning businessman traits. But no matter what, in front of Su Hao, he is always full of respect. This feeling is not because of Su Hao's status as an emperor, or that kind of incomparably powerful power. Meng Qi felt that there was an invisible brilliance in Su Hao's body. Every time he focuses on something, or concentrates on his work, the brilliance becomes more and more apparent.

Meng Qi took out a book from the briefcase he was carrying. It's thick and heavy. The brown and black cover reveals clear Chinese characters for the earth. They can't get the power to fight time from black particles like "worker bees". In particular, the gilded text on the title page has partially peeled off, and the book itself is often flipped over, making it look very old, and the pages have a faint yellow tinge.

It was a Bible. Among the first commandos who accompanied Su Hao, one of the "worker bees" used to be Christians. Although his beliefs were transformed with the appearance of Su Hao, it did not change his habit of liking to carry the classics of the church at all times. He gave the Bible to Meng Qi, who initially regarded it as a novelty and became interested in the stories in it. As time passed, the Kingdom War ended, the entire world of Rabangka was unified, and Su Hao was crowned emperor...... As a witness of a series of changes, Meng Qi's admiration for Su Hao has reached an unprecedented level. He began to decentralize his authority and concentrate on compiling a new Bible. Of course, the role of the supreme god has changed from Yahweh to Emperor.

"You are supreme, the master of a qiē life. This is not a game of worshipping the gods, but the best time and the best way to truly establish faith among the people. In the history of Rabangka, no one else has been able to match your majesty's feats. You've killed a lot of people, but you've saved many more. You give freedom to slaves and make laws that govern people's behavior. However, it is still not enough to remain on paper and have to enforce the basic laws with the army and the police. You also have to put new shackles on them in heart and mind. No! It's not a shackle! It's the well-being you give to all. We need faith, and we need to have a judgment and code of conduct for a thing from the root of our thinking. The death penalty and eternal imprisonment are only physical punishments and cannot achieve the effect of soul cleansing. Great Majesty, you inaugurated the greatest era in the history of Rabangka. But with all due respect, this age still seems dark, because people simply do not understand the concept of the distinction between good and evil. They are at a loss in the face of drastic change. They are free, they have more and more rights, which inevitably gives rise to more desires, more terrible, evil thoughts. ”

"I know you're from another world. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to start the Holy Sect. You saved the world, but it wasn't enough. You have the sharpest sword, the most powerful army, and the power to destroy and rebuild one. Repeating this process is undoubtedly a huge waste of material. If faith is built on this basis, it will have a completely different meaning than it did in the past. People's minds are constrained, and the relationship between rules and desires can be mentally contained. Yes, there will always be loopholes in the law, but personal conviction will be the weight of measurement before real action. Because, God will tell us how to do it! God will guide us into the future! God will give light when we are hesitant and confused! We need God, we need religion, we need the invisible bondage of our hearts and minds. And you, the greatest of all, are the gods whom all worship and must bow down to look up. ”

If someone else said this, Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi would definitely scoff, thinking that this was just another way to pat themselves on the back. Vigorous, high-end atmosphere, but the substance of the content is no different from good flattery. However, there was no trace of the flatterer's sweet smile on Meng Qi. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were full of frenzy and excitement. It seems that Su Hao, who is sitting in front of him, is not an ordinary human at all, but the all-powerful and all-knowing God in the Bible.

Su Hao did not comment on the frenzied declaration. He had been pondering. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Meng Qi, whose face was slightly reddened, with a clear gaze, and asked seriously, "You have already decided to do this?" ”

Meng Qi's insistence did not change in the slightest: "This is the imprint that Your Majesty has carved into my body. It has become a part of my body, and even my mind, and it can never be erased. ”

"So, just do what you want!"

Su Hao's tone was very flat, but it was obviously encouraging: "From now on, you are the Great Priest of the Empire. You can call upon the resources and power you need. All functions of the Empire will cooperate with your actions. ”

As he spoke, Su Hao took off a coat of arms he was wearing and handed it to Meng Qi.

It was a dragon-shaped coat of arms made of a special alloy. The genetic anti-counterfeiting technology from the earth is adopted, and due to the complexity of the ingredients and processes, in the current world of Rabangka, no one can imitate it except for the emperor's imperial workshop.

This means that Meng Qi got the maximum authority given by Su Hao.

Half an hour later, the three interlocutors left the emperor's office.

When he walked down the steps leading to the gate of the palace, Tong Yanfeng suddenly reached out and patted Meng Qi's shoulder, and asked uncertainly: "I said, are you sure that there are really gods and spirits in this world?" ”

"Of course!"

Meng Qi stopped, raised his head, and squinted slightly at the sun in the distance that was obscured by the clouds: "Gods are omnipresent. As long as you have faith, you have the confidence to move into the future. The Emperor is our chosen God, who has light in him and is able to guide the lost in the darkness. And all we have to do is to believe in it unreservedly and obey it. ”

Qin Wuyi said a little disapprovingly: "Old Meng! You do have the potential to be a god, and I like you. ”

This sentence is obviously ridiculed, but it is not mixed with ridicule, it is purely just a joke by Qin Wuyi. After all, when he left Earth, the biological war had been going on for years. He has seen too many scenes of death, and he has seen countless tragic and tragic pictures. If there really were gods in this world, that qiē shouldn't happen. Atheists have always believed only in their own power to change a single qiē, while believers will only stay in place and pray in the sky.

Meng Qi smiled.

Decades of contact have made him and Qin Wuyi extremely familiar. He will not rebuke this kind of questioning, let alone turn against the other party because of different ideas. It takes time for sects and doctrines to spread widely, just like Su Hao's initial transformation of the first "worker bee" on Earth. The size of the "swarm" is the result of one to two, and then multiples. The Holy Sect now has only one name, but that doesn't stop it from spreading in the world of Rabangka with an extremely rapid momentum. At that time, even atheists who have no faith will be infected by the countless believers around them, and thus feel awe of the supreme authority and power of the emperor.

"One day, you will feel that the gods are in existence."

……

As the rainy season begins, Rabangka seems to be shrouded in darkness at any moment. The biggest obstacle to blocking light is, of course, the thick clouds floating in the air. Even though it was already noon, Yiqiē seemed dim, as if it was approaching the last moment of light before nightfall. There was a light rain in the sky, the scenery from a few tens of meters away could not be seen clearly, and the forest on the hillside in the distance turned completely black. They let out a palpitating howl under the push of the wind, like a giant beast with layers of thick black fur on its surface.

This is a civilian area on the outskirts of the city of Maca, surrounded by large farmland where rice grows well and dense mountain forests serve as the best barrier to low-lying fields. Despite the howling winds, they could not threaten the crops in the fields.

The dilapidated wooden houses are in stark contrast to the newly built brick houses. A dirt road that connects all the buildings, winding along the stone road that leads to the city's core in the distance. At the point where the two roads meet, the rough stone pavement has been eroded by time, and the surface is covered with black that no trace of the original trace can be seen. Many of the stones have been eroded to the point of pitting, and many have been ground to a smooth surface. Who knows exactly when they were buried here, and what kind of stories have happened?

In a small wooden house on the north side of the road, two thin, ragged men sat at the dining table, slowly eating their lunches.

The room was not big, and in the space between the dining table and the chairs, I could only barely turn around. The tables and chairs are all broken old goods, and even have large wormholes that have been eaten by termites. Chairs, in particular, are already difficult to carry too heavy bodies. Every time the man sitting on it twists his ass, the chair emits an overwhelmed pitiful "squeak".

There wasn't much food on the plate, just roasted sock tubers and a few slices of salted skin. Although the skin was dried, fried in a pan, soaked in water, and salted, it did not taste very good. And because it has been soaked in the soup for too long, it tastes very slimy and feels like a thick white snot.

This meal is not expensive, and two copper shells can be bought in any tavern. Of course, the cost of making your own food in an ordinary farmhouse is definitely much cheaper than in a tavern.

Benson chewed as he looked gloomily at the Sock tubers on his plate. This thing was obviously over-roasted, the surface was covered with black ash, and there was a choking smell of fireworks in the mouth. What's even more terrifying is that because the green skin on the surface of the tuber has not been peeled clean, the bitter taste has been filling the mouth, which is very uncomfortable.

"Don't always show that horrible look, you have to eat when you're hungry, and think about the good side of everything. It's not unpalatable tubers and skins, it's the finest steak and smoked chicken, and the toppings are cherished black truffles, so what's not to like? ”

Burnett sat across from him. He was more than a decade older than Benson. Although the food on the plate was no different from Benson's, Burnett ate it with a palatable, nonchalant expression, and even some enjoyment.

"Lao Tzu never wants to live this damn life again. Never! ”

Benson's forehead was bruised, and his hands clenched into fists with knives and forks. His face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and made a palpitating "Gege" sound, like an angry lion.

Even the homeless people on the street probably eat much better food than this. They can wait outside in the top dining room, where there are always well-fed guests who are kind enough to give them alms. This is definitely not a false rhetoric, and just last week, Benson saw it with his own eyes: a fat merchant handed a garlic-roasted leg of lamb to a beggar. It wasn't leftovers that you had bitten and thrown away, but fragrant barbecued meat that merchants bought directly from restaurateurs.

The beggar did look pitiful, and the merchant did it out of kindness. But the more this happened, the more uncontrollable Benson's anger became.

That qiē was supposed to be his own.

My name is Benson. My grandfather was originally a marquis of the Kingdom of Jinka. The rebellious slaves cut off the old marquis's head, and Benson's father escaped and hid here incognito. A few years ago, the old man died. Before he died, he grabbed Benson's hand and tried his last strength to tell him: never forget his aristocratic status. Forever forget that your ancestors were once nobles.

These are two diametrically opposed words. Benson was also confused when he heard it. It wasn't until a long time later that he gradually understood the meaning of his father's last advice.

You are a nobleman, and you must find a way to regain the lost qiē.

The world has changed, and you will never be able to get the riches you used to have. Live honestly like an ordinary person, only in this way can you not reveal the secret of your identity. Completely forget the splendor and prominence that Jì has been to! Being alive is the greatest meaning of life.

Come out, hide here incognito. A few years ago, the old man died. Before he died, he grabbed Benson's hand and tried his last strength to tell him: never forget his aristocratic status. Forever forget that your ancestors were once nobles.

These are two diametrically opposed words. Benson was also confused when he heard it. It wasn't until a long time later that he gradually understood the meaning of his father's last advice.

You are a nobleman, and you must find a way to regain the lost qiē.

The world has changed, and you will never be able to get the riches you used to have. Live honestly like an ordinary person, only in this way can you not reveal the secret of your identity. Completely forget the splendor and prominence that Jì has been to! Being alive is the greatest meaning of life.