Lizardman laborers from all over the Gana Continent were temporarily residing here, exchanging their work wages for corn porridge and other life necessities, including cloth, from goblin rchants.
Not far away, a few players were using iron hooks to flip up bent corrugated iron sheets, setting up makeshift stalls next to them, and writing on the bulletin board by the stalls——[Limited-Ti Task: Collect recyclable building materials, reward 100 Joss Paper].
A Lizardman laborer was holding a slate, seemingly arguing with a player about size specifications. Even with the help of the Translation Crystal, the languages weren't completely identical, requiring gestures and even using tails to draw lines on the ground.
Luo Yan felt gratified. His clever little players were no longer content with just issuing tasks to other players, and now had learned to issue tasks to NPCs as well!
A long ti ago he had to personally do this.
Not only that, he was gratified to see that beneath their voices of argunt flowed a vigorous and hopeful montum—almost as if the reconstruction progress of Assam City was of utmost importance, because everyone had staked their future in this city.
Not just their own.
But the entire race's.
"Although they've lost their old traditions, with the passage of ti they are sure to live a better life than before... Truly comndable," Youyou nodded in appreciation, genuinely happy for these hardworking reptiles.
"That's indeed the truth." Luo Yan nodded, rare not to supplent Youyou's opinion.
At least—
The slave class was completely eradicated.
Including the bloody and cannibalistic customs.
As they move toward the future, they will of course face new issues, but as long as they don't stop, those successive new problems will surely be resolved over ti... even if the process might be full of twists and turns.
But isn't that what the world is?
A re glance at true historical records would reveal that there has never been a perfect, one-size-fits-all solution in this world.
He would promise his followers because standing from a Divine perspective, he must do what a Divine must do.
Those who totally disbelieve would descend to his Hell, while those who completely believe would, unknowingly, be his chives.
However, being his chives wouldn't be too miserable, at least he ca from a civilized society, with baselines far above this world's average, and not completely detached from the horizon like Taufu, which seed high but was actually on the other side of the core—making his followers suffer in pride and frenzy, ultimately turning their bones into scepters, exposed and unburied before n.
Passing through the bazaar, Luo Yan arrived at the temple housing his statue, still solemn and awe-inspiring, built from broken granite stones. Bathed long in the worshiping gazes of believers, the moss-covered bricks were coated with an even greater layer of mystery and majesty than before.
Noticing Lord Demon King, a robed acolyte approached respectfully, bowing in salute.
Luo Yan signaled him to rise, then commanded with a dignified voice.
"Go tell the chieftains of Sand Ridge, Tide, Wind Roar, and the other tribes, and the King of the Chosen they selected."
"I want them to arrive at this temple to et their lord before sunset."
"I will grant them a new mission."
The Lizardman Monk's tail pressed tightly against the slate, joined his palms together, nodded, and went to carry out the order.
After issuing the command, Luo Yan dismounted, dispersing the Skeleton Warhorse crawling at his feet, and walked straight into the temple, into the audience hall on one side of the temple.
Compared to the audience hall in the Thunder County Maze, this hall was obviously a size smaller.
However, despite its small size, it had all necessary organs, and all the ceremonial senses were present here, whether the sconces on the walls or the granite throne on the steps... everything here was replicated on a one-to-one scale.
When he was not around, this was the ditation room for the chieftains and King of the Chosen.
But when he was present, it beca the worship place of the Gutaf United Kingdom—or "Imperial Court."
Luo Yan walked up to the granite throne and sat down. Closing his eyes to prepare for ditation, he suddenly felt a faint warmth flowing up the sharply contoured seat, infusing into his body... making the normally cold granite feel like warm uncut jade.
This wasn't because his throne was occupied by others and retained warmth, but the pure Power of Faith ca into contact with his body, coalescing into a force akin to a hot spring.
Influenced by this power, he felt that the Extraordinary Power originally hard by the Subspace was slowly recovering!
Not only that!
When Luo Yan closed his eyes and ditated, he distinctly felt his spiritual power being more refined than usual!
As if a single-core processor had been inserted with countless tiny processing units, as if the ditation of countless believers was converging in his vast Sea of Consciousness into each star-like cell!
At that mont, he wasn't ditating alone—
His thoughts were the Thoughts of All!
Realizing the mystery within this, Luo Yan's face gradually showed a bewildered expression.
"Youyou, what's happening?"
"I, I don't know... The materials Linte Isaac left behind didn't docunt any similar situations. What are your own feelings, Lord Demon King?" Youyou's voice carried a hint of bewildernt, clearly witnessing such a situation for the first ti as well.
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