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

In the illusion of the sea of ​​clouds where the mirage beads blended, Lao Jiang did not reach out to pick up the old prophet's stone slab. He let out a breath of smoke and asked casually.

The old man suddenly looked up, his eyes full of surprise.

The god responded to his prayer.

Redemption is near!

He said in a hurry:

"On the Shenqi Plain in Red Earth, there are twenty-five small clans like us, and a large tribe of nearly a thousand people ruled there.

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

But I don't know more about it.

It is said that some compatriots are still active in the mountains of Doomsday.

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

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

There should be people who are surviving like us when we cross the dried-out sea of ​​poisons and on another distant continent.

God!

Ask the kindness you to save them.”

Lao Jiang looked at him and stretched out his hand to bounce the ashes. As the ashes fell, he said to the old prophet in front of him very directly:

“I would love to do this, but you are going to work for me, sign a contract, do everything I ordered, and try to be perfect.

I don't mind you uniting your brothers and sisters in the name of gods, nor do I mind you growing a strange form of civilization in the new world.

I'm a very easy-going person.

I don't care about these.

What I want is simple, and when necessary, war is launched in my name, and you are to participate, and in return I will return your lost wisdom to you.

As long as you want.

It takes less than half an hour to re-understand the knowledge left by your ancestors.

Those about the history of the First Age.

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

But if you want more, you have to work hard on your own.

Go and earn a more promising future by yourself.”

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

The old prophet hugged his slate and he whispered:

"I am willing to give everything for this! My tribesmen are willing, they must be willing, and they can no longer complain."

"Very good, we've agreed."

Lao Jiang stood up.

In the last breath of smoke, the illusion outlined by the mirage beads turned into smoke and clouds to dissipate. All the beautiful scenes disappeared like dreams, and they returned to the cold glass cabin.

But no one complained about this.

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

This is already very precious.

"Click"

The door of the closed glass cabin opened, and the black fox with a cigar in his mouth walked in with a group of wasteland biologists, holding devices for accessing the chips.

"There is no need to force the change of the prosthesis."

Lao Jiang ordered in the chip communication:

"They have excellent physical fitness, and their original vision is not worse than the eyeball prosthesis. It is also a waste of power when replaced. Just use chip access to complete the communication and data interaction system.

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

They will contact other clan tribes in our name, and you must be prepared to accept and cultivate a large number of new people.

And, Roger.

The organizational form of these people may be different from ours before. They may be united in a faith-based way, and you must pay attention to this in the subsequent action plan.

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

You and this prophet design so that the Land Lord can also be integrated into their faith and can just maintain his incense and golden body."

"learn."

The black fox replied skillfully.

He held the upgraded implant for the chip implant and walked towards the old prophet, who had a gentle, priestly smile on his face.

He completely ignored the sharp drill bit that made the implant cold, and was like he was undergoing some kind of trial. He cooperated with Roger's guidance and lay on the operating table pushing into the glass compartment.

In his orders, the other disabled people also obediently accepted the chip implantation, just like the heads of the flock.

"To be honest, boss, if you don't consider other factors, it's really useful to believe in this thing. Don't you think about it and promote this thing in the World Tree Consortium?"

The black fox rolled up his sleeves and wiped the blood stains on his hands due to the implantation surgery. He made a secret suggestion, and Lao Jiang, who had watched the operation completely, shook his head.

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

He replied:

"No, this thing is not well controlled, and I don't want to cause a group of crazy believers. Because of the conflict of doctrines, I will cut each other first, which is too terrifying."

"really."

Roger nodded with great agreement. A few minutes later, he asked again:

"They need a code name and a name, and they can't always call them by the disabled. I heard Hack complain before that these people have the same living habits as those of the Spartans.

Moreover, they are physically strong enough, and they are excellent Superman warriors with a little training.

Why call them 'Sparta'."

"OK."

Lao Jiang nodded and said:

"There are probably not many people left behind in their civilization, and there may not be even a hundred thousand people. Buy a small island in the Atlantic Ocean to accommodate them.

That's a new home for them.

Then arrange them all in a system, code-named "Spartan Order".

You are responsible for this tutor yourself!

The confidentiality level in our system is set to the highest. Although it is a bit utilitarian, you must make them develop combat effectiveness in the shortest time.

The Battle of the Mist City that is about to begin on the Red Moon Realm, I want to see these Spartan Superman appear!

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

Boss Jiang rubbed his cheeks and said:

"That should be the remains of these Spartans' 'gods'. Aren't you worried that you can't find a suitable blueprint for the next stage of gene enhancement potion?

Now you have it.

Make them into a series, Roger.

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

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After figuring out the ins and outs of Ragnarok in the "Spartan" world and the origins and outs of civilization after the end of the doomsday, Lao Jiang did not stay in the Maga world and immediately returned to the bitter wood realm.

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

If a great monk like Liu Chu cannot avoid the influence of that mysterious "01", then Lao Jiang feels that he should not stay in the m world for too long recently.

The decline of Spartan civilization is sad.

The old prophet's description is full of helplessness and loneliness. He himself admitted that the so-called abandoned by gods will be redeemed is only used to comfort the disabled.

Think about it, in a big scene like the twilight of the gods, their gods cannot protect themselves, so how can they have time to leave such oracles and promises for mortals?

But fortunately, Lao Jiang has been addicted to savior this time.

With his intervention, the endangered civilized civilization can resume the reproduction and reconstruction of civilizations in the wasteland and maga world, and at the same time bring him available human resources.

This is an unexpected joy.

But Lao Jiang also captured a detail that is easily overlooked from this story.

In his own cave, Boss Jiang took out a small stool and sat there. He raised his left arm and in the blue optical projection, the image of the mural repaired by the Black Hands' technicians appeared again.
To be continued...