Lu Yuan was silent, feeling a chill inexplicably.

He suddenly recalled the information about the Meida Civilization: Civilizations mostly attack each other, and there are indeed some deeper reasons.

Now, he discovered one of the reasons.

Just one.

"This divine skill is really quite evil."

"However, if you can really enslave a [monster], it is indeed quite tempting..."

If it was Lu Yuan in the past, he would also consider the "tram problem". Suppose a tram suddenly breaks down and cannot brake. At this time, there are two roads in front. If one travels according to the established track, it will crush the tram.

There are 5 people on the road, and one road is on the side road. If the driver turns, one person will be killed.

Choose one of the two, which way to choose?

In the past, Lu Yuan would be in a dilemma.

Now, he will still hesitate, but in the end, he may, probably, may choose to kill one person to save more people, as long as this person is not his relative... Because this era is a bloody era of killing, and there is no effort.

to grapple with moral issues.

"In the ninth era, is there still the ability to control?"

"How do I know...but the world is so big, I feel it exists."

"Maybe you humans exist there."

The old cat twisted its body and left.

It doesn't care about these, it just says what comes to mind.

When Lu Yuan wanted to see the next mural, he found that it no longer existed... The technological strength of this civilization may not be very good, so the gilded murals were also incomplete.

It was like he was reading a novel that had been cut out of chapter, scratching his head a little.

"One day I will have the power to kill all the broken dogs in the world!"

After carrying the stones for a long time, I only found some broken gold fragments.

Take a deep breath.

"It seems that this is the only information we have."

This was the first time he encountered an almost forgotten civilization.

Not a single bone was found, and only the last bits of broken walls remained.

Maybe they were backlashed by [monsters], or encountered something else that caused them to disappear completely...

This made collapse artist Lu Yuan sigh. This small cave is like an hourglass, calculating the order of time and obliterating insignificant data. When everything returns to dust, who can witness the stories that have happened?

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Pangea, safe zone.

The ninth branch of human civilization, Lingbo City.

There was a gray-black haze in the sky, blocking the bright sun. Even at 12 o'clock at noon, it seemed like it was already night, and there was a kind of darkness that made you unable to see your fingers.

Most of the light was swallowed up. Obviously, this is a field-level ability.

No one knows what the black cloud outside is.

The more they know, the more terrifying it becomes for the leadership of Lingbo City.

Especially after human civilization and Lize civilization came into contact, the two sides communicated with each other, and after learning more information, the leadership of Lingbo City became even more nervous.

Lingbo City had very bad luck. As soon as they crossed over, there was a skull-like cloud blocking the safe zone.

It seemed to have discovered the existence of the safe zone, and it stared at it eagerly. Every once in a while, it would float over and stare at it for a while.

Lingbo City's luck is so-so. At least, the dark cloud-like phenomenon outside seems to have no superpower to cross the safe zone.

As long as they hide in a safe zone, there won't be much risk.

"It doesn't look like a [demon], so what could it be?"

"Don't count on other branches of civilization! We can only rely on ourselves!"

"You think too well of those gentlemen! They will only vote symbolically, and then choose a result that does nothing and does nothing wrong!"

"We will eventually become a garbage civilization hiding in a safe zone. The dignity of our nation has long been gone!"

"All resources are controlled by the consortium, and we are just slaves like reptiles!"

In the military camp, a group of patrol soldiers were having an angry discussion.

Just as the soldiers said, the future of Lingbo City is long gone.

The government's actions are as slow as a snail, no different than a headless fly, and it has not yet stabilized the city.

Many citizens are on the verge of starving to death.

You know, it has been more than forty days now, not the first day!

What's even more frightening is that the current government is composed of various political parties, and the opinions of each political party are not unified.

Still quarreling over little things...

In fact, the top priority on many people’s minds is actually voting!

Yes, they actually want to vote democratically and form a new government.

This is simply ridiculous!

The people's anger was ignited, and even ordinary soldiers couldn't help but complain about this ridiculous thing.

"What a bunch of idiots. Even a pig on stage is better than those idiots!"

The leading captain, named "Digdit", listened quietly to the remarks of the soldiers under his command, with a faint red light in his eyes.

God's Skill: Control.

This ability allows Digdit to mentally control almost all living beings!

Of course, such a powerful ability comes at a price.

It needs to consume something called "spirit", which is a bit like life force, but not exactly.

"Spirit" is a term invented by Digdit himself.

A "spirit" that can only be obtained by intelligent beings.

Ordinary animals have almost no spirit.

He guessed that the amount of spirit is closely related to the attribute of "god".

No matter how powerful the person is, it is impossible to control all his subordinates. The application of general trends and the instigation of people's hearts are the compulsory courses for every careerist.

Every citizen of Lingbo City is angry.

That's fine, anger is better than doing nothing.

Digdit has only "controlled" one person so far, and that is his immediate boss.

The only major general in Lingbo City.

An old man in his seventies.

On the surface, he is the general's subordinate.

In fact, it was the other way around, and the general obeyed his advice.

"Your Excellency General, the cabinet meeting will begin soon."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Digdit acted as the driver, and His Excellency the General sat in the back seat.

No one knows that the driver is the master and the general is just a dominated servant...

This kind of control is subtle and does not destroy subjective initiative. Its general principle is to implant a subconscious goal into people's thinking, and the subconscious will guide people to make corresponding choices.

"How are the preparations for various tasks going?"

"Everything is as expected, Mr. Digdit!" the general said with a smile. "Many residents are on the verge of starving to death. They are beginning to hate the past political structure."

"This ridiculous democratic vote has intensified this hatred, made them furious, and made them resist!"

"They began to long for power, power that could crush everything, power that could lead them to the right path."

His voice became more and more enthusiastic: "Your appearance is completely in line with the people's psychological expectations. You will definitely succeed!"

Digdit laughed and said: "No matter how powerful I am, I can't dominate everyone, and my current status is just a captain, so it's hard for me to convince everyone. So I need you to be the first leader."

"It will take me at least five years, or even ten years, to step onto the stage."

"No problem, sir... But the key is that many consortiums have private armed forces. Our military power is not absolutely strong."

"I will mentally control some key figures in this parliament." Digdit said.
To be continued...