The reason why we came to this conclusion was not because Su Hao had a sudden idea.

He has been to Moli Zhaka Fortress seven times since its initial construction and completion. He has never felt the call of that mysterious voice before.

"The sound that continues to appear for a long time can be understood as some signal with special significance."

Tong Yanfeng's way of thinking still follows the fixed pattern of Earthlings. He was confused in his eyes, and he said uncertainly: "But I don't understand why that voice did not call before, but it was necessary to make people notice it at this time? Could it be that it is because the large-scale forest deforestation in the central mountain range in the direction of Moli Zhaka fortress has touched a certain link? Or is it that the stay-behind or machinery in the white pyramid felt a threat? To be honest, I don't like those mysterious so-called "unnormal life forms". This is what we were on Earth, and it is still the case when we were on Labonka. There are always things that cannot be understood by normal thinking. They always refuse to explain the real reason for their contact, and we don't know if they are Atlantis?"

"In fact, it doesn't matter whether or not they are Atlantis."

Qin Wuyi took the conversation and said, "However, I agree with what you said just now. It must be that one of our actions makes them feel threatened or triggers some condition to produce induction. Otherwise, they should be inspiring the first time we arrive in Labangka, rather than waiting until now."

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

This is the first "worker bee" in the world of Labangka. Meng Qi made great achievements in the Kingdom War. If he had not exhausted his efforts to provide comprehensive financial and material assistance to the rebel army, Su Hao would not have established a large number of slave legions in just half a year, that is, the early stage of the war. As a confidant of absolute trust, Meng Qi was indeed qualified to sit here. His position and importance were no less than that of Lao Song, who stayed on the earth at that time, and others.

Feeling Su Hao's inquiring eyes, Meng Qi quickly stood up from the chair, bent down, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I cannot help you with such things. This is not my strength. Please forgive me.

Su Hao nodded with a faint smile, but his smile was slightly bitter.

His technological advancement in the world of Labangka has indeed reached its peak. However, it has only been seventy years, but it still seems too short. He directly crossed from a slave society using iron to the era of the industrial revolution. The inclusive technological content made many Labangka people at a loss. Many of them refused to accept new things. The emergence of trains once caused extremely strong shocks among the civilians of Labangka. Even his most loyal subordinate Meng Qi had to spend a lot of time studying and then accept more and more new things.

Meng Qi is not a refusal. He really cannot explain the call of mysterious voices from a scientific perspective. It is also difficult to accept this unnatural strange phenomenon. Perhaps, in a few decades, or even a whole century, this situation will truly change.

Meng Qi did not sit down. He raised his head, said to Su Hao very seriously and respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have a crucial thing to report."

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

"I want to form a sect."

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

Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi looked at each other. Although they were silent, they saw accidents and shocks in each other's eyes.

Meng Qi is already over 90 years old. When Su Hao first met him in the Central Mountains, Meng Qi was just a very young businessman. The black particles had obvious regulatory and containment effects on metabolism. More than seventy years have passed, and the Meng Qi family has become larger than before, and he himself has become the patriarch who has no doubts. He looks similar to a young man in his thirties, with his skin still smooth, and fatigue and hardship have never left any trace on his face. Meng Qi is the optimistic school who smiles at all times, which is probably related to his cunning businessman traits. But no matter what, he is always full of respect in front of Su Hao. This feeling is not because of Su Hao's emperor status or that kind of unparalleled powerful force. Meng Qi feels that Su Hao has an invisible glory. Whenever he focuses on something or concentrates on his work, the existence of glory will become more and more obvious.

Meng Qi took out a book from the briefcase he carried with him. It was very thick and heavy. The brown-black cover showed clear Chinese characters from Earth. They could not get the power to compete with time from the black particles like "worker bees". In particular, the gold-plated text on the title page had partially peeled off, and the book itself was often read, which looked very old, with the pages of paper gilded with a faint yellow color.

It was a Bible. Among the first commandos who came with Su Hao, a "worker bee" was once a Christian. Although his faith was transformed with Su Hao's appearance, it did not change his habit of liking to carry the classics of the church at any time. He gave this Bible to Meng Qi, who initially only used it as a novel object and became interested in the stories in it. As time passed, the Kingdom War ended, the entire Rabangka world was unified, and Su Hao was crowned to become the emperor. As a witness of a series of changes, Meng Qi's worship of Su Hao reached an unprecedented level. He began to gradually decentralize the power in his hands and concentrate on compiling a new Bible. Of course, the role of the Supreme God has changed from Jehovah to the emperor.

"You are supreme and the master of all life. This is not a game of worshipping people, but the best time and best way to truly establish faith among the people. In the history of Rabangka, no one can have the same achievements as you, Your Majesty. You killed many people, but saved more people. You gave slaves freedom and formulated laws to restrict people's behavior rules. However, it is still not enough to stay on paper that must be enforced by the army and the police. You must also add new shackles to them in your heart and mind. It is not shackles but you

Give all the welfare. We need faith and we need to have the judgment and code of conduct for everything from the root of our thinking. Death penalty and eternal imprisonment are just punishments for the flesh and cannot achieve the effect of cleaning the soul. Great Your Majesty, you created the greatest era in the history of Rabangka. But I am fortunate, this era still appears dark because people do not understand the concept of the distinction between good and evil. They are at a loss in the face of drastic changes. They are free and have more and more rights, which inevitably leads to more desires, more terrible, evil thoughts."

"I know you come from another world. This is one of the reasons why I want to create the Holy Sect. Your Majesty, you saved this world, but that's not enough. You have the sharpest sword, the most powerful army, and the power to destroy everything and rebuild everything. Repeating this process is undoubtedly a huge waste of material. If you build faith on this basis, you can get a completely different meaning from the past. People's thinking will be bound, and the rules and desires can be spiritually restrained. Yes, the law will always have loopholes to drill, but personal beliefs will become the weight of the measurement before real action. Because God will tell us how to take God and guide us to the future God will give light when we are confused and confused. We need God, we need religion, and the unseen bond in the soul and mind. And you, the greatest Your Majesty, is the God who everyone worships and must kneel down to look down on you."

If I were to say this person, Tong Yanfeng and Qin Wuyi would definitely sneer at it, thinking that this was just another way to flatter. It was vigorous, high-end and grand, but the content was no different from nice flattering words. However, there was no sweet smile from the flatterer on Meng Qi. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were full of fanaticism and excitement. It seemed that Su Hao was not an ordinary human at all, but an almighty and omniscient God in the Bible.

Su Hao did not comment on this fanatical declaration. He had been pondering. It took a long time before he raised his head, stared at Meng Qi with a clear gaze, and asked seriously: "Have you decided to do this?"

Meng Qi's persistence has not changed at all: "This is the imprint you engraved in my body by Your Majesty. It has become a part of my body and even my mind and can never be erased."

"Then, just do it as you think."

Su Hao's tone was very plain, but it was obviously encouraging: "From now on, you are the Grand Secretary of the Empire. You can call on the resources and power you need at will. All functional departments of the Empire will cooperate with your actions."

As he said that, Su Hao took off a herald of his arms and handed it to Meng Qi.

It was a dragon-shaped heraldry made of special alloys. It uses genetic anti-counterfeiting technology from the earth. Due to its complex composition and process, no one can imitate it in the current Labangka world except the emperor's workshop.

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

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

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

"certainly"

Meng Qi stopped, raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun blocked by clouds in the distance: "The gods are everywhere. As long as you have faith, you have faith to move to the future. The emperor is the god we chose. He has light in him, and he can guide the lost in the darkness. All we have to do is believe it without reservation and obey it."

Qin Wuyi interjected in a disapproval: "Old Meng, you do have the potential to act as a charlatan, I like you."

This sentence is obviously a joke, but it is not mixed with sarcasm. It is just a joke by Qin Wuyi. After all, when he left the earth, the biological warfare had lasted for several years. He had seen too many scenes of death and countless sad and sad scenes. If there were really gods in this world, nothing should have happened. Atheists have always believed that their own power can change everything, while believers will only stay in the place of miserable and helpless and pray to the sky.

Meng Qi smiled.

Decades of contact made him extremely familiar with Qin Wuyi. He would not denounce such doubts, nor would he turn against each other because of different ideas. The widespread spread of sects and doctrines takes time, just like Su Hao initially transformed the first "worker bee" on the earth. The huge size of the "bee swarm" was from one to two, and then evolved in multiple ways. The sacred sect now has only one name, but this does not prevent it from spreading in the world of Labangka with an extremely rapid momentum. At that time, even atheists without faith would be infected by countless believers around him, and thus were in awe of the emperor's supreme authority and power.

"One day, you will feel that the gods exist."

Labangka, who entered the rainy season, seemed to be shrouded in darkness at any time. The biggest obstacle to light was of course the thick clouds floating in the air. Although it was already noon, everything seemed dim, as if it was approaching the last moment of the light before nightfall. It was light rain in the sky, and the scenery dozens of meters away could not be seen clearly. The forest on the distant hillside turned completely black. They kept making heart-wrenching howling under the strong wind, as if a giant beast covered with layers of thick black hair on the surface of their bodies.

This is a civilian area outside Maca City, surrounded by large farmland, rice grows very well, and dense forests become the best barrier for low-lying fields. Despite the howling wind, it cannot threaten the crops in the fields.

The dilapidated wooden houses are in sharp contrast with the newly built brick houses. A muddy road with all buildings is winding and connected to the stone road leading to the core of the city in the distance. At the location where the two roads are connected, the road made of rough and hard stones has become cracked under the erosion of time, and the surface is covered with black that cannot be seen. Many stones have been eroded and bumpy, and many have been smooth. No one knows when they were buried here, and what kind of stories have happened?

In a small wooden house located on the north side of the road, two thin, torn-dressed men were sitting at the dining table, slowly eating their own lunch.

The room is not big, and in the empty space between the dining table and the chair, I can only barely turn around. The tables and chairs are all broken and old goods, and even large wormholes eroded by termites. Especially the chairs, it is difficult to carry too heavy bodies. Every time the man sitting on them twists his butt, the chair will make a pitiful "squeak" sound that is overwhelmed.

There is not much food on the plate, only roasted sock tuber and a few slices of bacon. Although the skin was once dried, then fried in a oil pan, soaked in water, and finally added salt to make a dish, it tasted not very good. Moreover, because it had been soaked in the soup for too long, it tasted very sticky and felt like a thick white snot.

This kind of meal is not expensive, and you can buy it in any tavern with just two copper shells. Of course, it is definitely much cheaper to cook and eat it yourself in an ordinary farmer than in a tavern.

While chewing, Benson looked at the Sok tuber on his plate with a gloomy face. This thing was obviously too baked, with black and gray on the surface, and a pungent smell of fireworks was felt in his mouth. What's even more terrifying is that because the green skin on the surface of the tuber was not peeled clean, the bitter taste kept filling the mouth, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Don't always show such a terrible look. You have to eat when you are hungry. Think about everything better. This is not the unpalatable tubers and skin, but the best steak and smoked chicken. The ingredients are precious black truffles. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

Burnet sat opposite him. He was over 10 years older than Benson. Although the food on the plate was no different from Benson, Burnet ate it with a delicious taste, expression was calm, and even enjoyed it.

"I never want to live such a damn life again. Never."

Benson's forehead was covered with blue veins, and his hands holding the knife and fork were clenched into fists. His face turned red, he gritted his teeth tightly, making a heart-pounding "parent" sound, like an angry lion.

Even homeless people on the street eat much better food than this. They can wait outside the top restaurant, and some guests who are full of wine and eat give them kindly. This is definitely not a false empty talk. Just last week, Benson saw with his own eyes: a fat businessman handed a garlic-roasted lamb leg to a beggar. It was not the leftover food that he ate after a bite and threw away, but the fragrant barbecue bought directly from the restaurant owner.

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

That all should be my own.

My name is Benson. My grandfather was originally a marquis of the Jinka Kingdom. The rioters cut off the old marquis' head. Benson's father escaped by chance and hid here under his identity. A few years ago, the old man passed away. Before his death, he grabbed Benson's hand tightly and tried his best to tell him: Never forget his aristocratic identity. Never forget that his ancestors were once nobles.

These were two completely opposite words. Benson was confused when he heard it. It was not until a long time before he gradually understood the meaning of his father's final advice.

You are a nobleman and you must find ways to regain everything you have lost.

The world has changed, and you will never be able to get the wealth you used to be. Live honestly like an ordinary person. Only in this way can you not reveal the secret of your identity. To completely forget the glory and prominence you have been to live is the greatest meaning of life.
Chapter completed!