Chapter 125 The ability to "control"
Lu Yuan was silent and felt a hint of chill inexplicably.
He suddenly recalled the information of the Meda civilization: there are indeed some deeper reasons for civilizations to attack each other.
Now, he has discovered one of the reasons.
Just one.
"This magical skill is really evil."
"However, if you can really enslave a [monster], it is really tempting..."
If it was Lu Yuan in the past, he would also consider the "tram problem". Suppose a tram suddenly fails and cannot brake. At this time, there are two roads in front. One will drive on the established track and it will kill the five people above, and the other will kill the fork next to it. If the driver turns, it will kill the one person.
Choose one of the two, which path to choose?
In the past, Lu Yuan would be in a dilemma.
Now, he will still hesitate, but in the end, he may, probably, choose to kill a person to save more people, as long as this person is not his own relative... because this era is a **** era of killing, and there is no time to worry about moral issues.
"Does there still have the ability to control the ninth era?"
"How can I know...but the world is so big, I think it exists."
"Maybe you humans will exist there."
The old cat twisted his body and left.
It doesn''t care about these things, it just says whatever it thinks.
When Lu Yuan wanted to see the next mural, he found that it no longer existed... The technological strength of this civilization may be really not very good, resulting in the gilded murals being incomplete.
He was as if he had been out of context when he was reading a novel.
"One day, you will have the power in your hands and kill all the dogs out of context in the world!"
After transporting the stones for a long time, only some broken gold pieces were found.
Sigh deeply.
"It seems that there is only this information."
This is his first time meeting a civilization that has been almost forgotten.
There is no bone found, only the last little broken walls are left.
Maybe they were backfired by [Monster], or encountered something else, and they completely disappeared...
This made the collapsed artist Lu Yuan sigh. This small cave is like an hourglass, calculating the order of time and obscuring insignificant data. When everything returns to dust, who can witness the story that happened?
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Pangu continent, a safe area.
The ninth branch of human civilization, Zero Bocheng.
There was a gray-black haze in the sky, blocking the bright sun. Even at 12 o''clock noon, it seemed that it was already night, and there was a darkness that could not see the five fingers.
Most of the light was swallowed, and it was obvious that this was a field-level ability.
No one knows what the black cloud outside is.
The more you know, the more terrifying it will be for the leadership of Zero Bo City.
Especially after human civilization and Lize civilization were connected, the two sides communicated with each other and learned more information, the leadership of Zero Bocheng became even more nervous.
Lingbo City was very lucky. When he first came across, there was a cloud of skull-like clouds blocking outside the safe area.
It seemed to have discovered the existence of the safe zone, staring at it covetously, and every once in a while, it would float over and stare for a while.
The luck of Zero Bo City is ok, at least, the strange phenomenon outside, which looked like a dark cloud, seemed to have no superpower to cross the safe zone.
As long as they hide in the safe area, there will be no big risks.
"It doesn''t look like a [demon], what will it be?"
"Don''t count on other branches of civilization! We can only rely on ourselves!"
"You think of those masters too well! They will only vote symbolically and then choose a result that will not do anything wrong!"
"We will eventually become a garbage civilization hiding in a safe zone, and the dignity of our nation has long disappeared!"
"All resources are controlled by the consortium, we are just reptile-like slaves!"
In the military camp, a group of patrol soldiers were discussing angrily.
As the soldiers said, the future of Zerobo City has long disappeared.
The government''s movement speed is as slow as a snail, no different from a headless fly, and the city has not stabilized yet.
Many citizens are on the verge of starvation.
You know, it has been more than forty days now, not the first day!
What’s even more terrifying is that the current government is composed of various political parties, and the opinions of various political parties are not unified.
Still quarreling about some trivial matters...
Even the top priority that many people think about is actually - voting!
Yes, they actually wanted to vote democratically and form a new government.
This is simply ridiculous!
The anger of the people was ignited, and even ordinary soldiers couldn''t help but complain about this absurd thing.
"What a group of idiots. Even a pig on stage is better than those idiots!"
The captain in the lead was named "Digitt". He listened quietly to the words of the soldiers under his command, with a faint red light in his eyes.
The skill of God: control.
This ability allows Digtit to mentally control almost all living things!
Of course, such a powerful ability comes at a price.
It takes to consume something called "spirit", which is a bit like vitality, but not exactly.
"Ling" is a noun invented by Digtit himself.
"Spirit" that can only be obtained in wise life.
Ordinary animals have almost no spirits. He guessed that the amount of spirit is closely related to the attribute of "God".
No matter how powerful a person has the ability to control his or her subordinates, he or she is compulsory for every ambitious person to apply the general trend and provoke the people''s hearts.
Every citizen of Zero Bo City is angry.
This is very good, anger is always better than doing nothing.
Digtit has only "controlled" one person so far, and that is his immediate boss.
The only major general in Zero Bo City.
An old man in his seventies.
On the surface, he is the general''s subordinate.
In fact, it turned out to be the other way around, and the general obeyed his words.
"His Excellency General, the Cabinet Parliament is about to begin."
"Okay, I''ll come now."
Digtit became the driver, General, sitting in the seat behind.
No one knows that the driver is the master, and the general is just a dominant servant...
This kind of control is obscure and will not destroy subjective initiative. Its general principle is to implant a subconscious goal in people''s thinking, which will guide people to make corresponding choices.
"How are you preparing for all the work?"
"Everything was as expected, Mr. Digtit!" said the general with a smile. "Many residents are on the verge of starvation and they are beginning to hate the political structure of the past."
"This absurd democratic vote has further aggravated this hatred, making them angry and resisted!"
"They began to desire power, the power that could crush all power, and the power that could lead them on the right path."
His voice became more and more fanatical: "Your appearance is completely in line with the people''s psychological expectations. You will definitely succeed!"
Digtit laughed and said, "No matter how strong my ability is, I cannot dominate everyone. My current identity is just a captain, and it is difficult to convince the public. So you need to be the first leader."
"It will take me at least five years, or even ten years, to get on the front."
"No problem, sir...but the key is that many consortiums are privately armed. Our military power is not absolutely strong either."
"I will control some key figures in this parliament," said Digtit.
The major general fell into silence.
After all, the power structure at this time is built layer by layer of interest relationships, like a pyramid.
Simply mastering the top level of the pyramid is not necessarily enough.
Because it violates class interests, the class will naturally abandon it.
"Then dominate a few more people, it will always work." Digtit''s voice was like frost from the Antarctic, "General, you have to believe in my strength."
“So what about the vision outside?”
"As long as I give me enough strength, I can control the vision!"
"We can conquer the Pangu continent."
“Sheep!”
The sound of brakes came and the destination arrived.
This is a large prison with some criminals in it.
Lingbo City has long abolished the death penalty, but now, their good days are over.
Digtit began to personally execute these criminals in order to seize the spirits on them.
"Why do you judge us?"
"You demon, you really should go to hell!"
"You murderer! God!"
The criminals were so scared that they were urinated when they faced the guns, and shouts rang out one after another.
Digti said loudly: "Everyone, the world is no longer the original world, it is a world full of competition and maliciousness. Our nation should abandon the shackles in our thinking!"
“We should not be a nation that groans in humiliation.”
“It should not be considered a domesticated nation.”
"But we should be a nation that can reach the top of the world!"
"Now, I, use your sinful lives to welcome the brilliant future."
His words seemed to be to prove his justice.
He fired continuously, and a few "bang bang" sounds, the bright red blood splattered and flowed down the wall drop by drop, and the entire prison looked like **** on earth.
From Digtit''s perspective, spirit fills this small room.
It is like a fragment of the soul, one by one, like a firefly.
If not collected, it will soon dissipate between heaven and earth.
Only a very small number of abilities can see and collect "spirits", and "control" is one of them.
The light balls, like tadpoles, gathered in Digtit''s hands.
The higher the dominant strength, the more spirits you need.
Those wine bags are not strong enough and it is not difficult to control.
Digtit was very satisfied and whispered: "Now, these spirits in my hands are enough to stir up the storm of this city."
(This chapter ends)