When they saw the slogans shouted by the orcs in unison, all the humans were shocked. Then, several elected human representatives stepped forward and performed a mage salute to Ji Long: "Your Majesty, we humans are willing to submit to your rule, and we hope that you will accept us." They lowered their posture. It was also to give Ji Long a step down. Although the three eighth-level experts all died, they knew that at least one late-eighth level expert would soon be reborn in the Holy Land. When the time comes, they will naturally be able to re-determine their relationship with the orcs.
Ji Long looked at a few people, raised his hand, grabbed a few people, and floated them in mid-air. "Are you still counting on those guys in the Holy Land to stand up for you? You should understand what they are doing now better than I do! As for those who don't fight, once they start fighting, how many people do you think will care about you? ? And look what this is!" As he spoke, a shrunken holy land appeared in Ji Long's hand.
"This is it!" Several people obviously recognized it, this was their holy land. Although this is just a building complex, what it represents is that the Holy Land has been completely handed over to Ji Long. They, ranging from magicians to civilians, must either obey Ji Long's orders or be completely excluded from mainland civilization. Outside, there is no protection whatsoever!
This fact was before their eyes, which shocked them and made them feel extremely chilled. Those people are not only their seniors, some are also their elders and masters! At this moment, they knew that they, the people, had been abandoned. Perhaps in the eyes of those people, they are far less important than breaking through to the late eighth level. They no longer regard everything about mages as the highest benefit like them.
"How's it going? Is there anything else you want to say now?" Ji Long said with a smile, but there was a killing intent in his eyes. Once anyone of them refused, he would take action directly and kill the main ones. All high-level human beings have been wiped out, and the remaining middle- and low-level people, the former have no strength to resist, and the latter will not resist as long as their basic needs are met and they see some hope. The magician's inheritance holy land in Ji Long's hands is the best hope. With this, he can be sure that after killing the top magicians, he can make other people sincerely submit to him.
"We surrender!" Several people said in unison after looking at each other. They know that if they don't agree, there will be only one outcome, and that is death. They are not afraid of death, but no one wants to die without a doubt. Moreover, they feel that if they can live, they can still win some good conditions for mankind in some matters.
Ji Long nodded with satisfaction and said to everyone, "Now go back to the main city of the alliance and start working with all your strength to transform it into my imperial city within a week!" After that, he flew back to the main city of the alliance and transformed the original main city. The city was wiped out casually, and then the holy land was returned to its original size and fell on the ground and entered it. As for how they completed the construction of the imperial city outside, he didn't care.
Arriving at the inheritance core and entering his consciousness, Ji Long began to absorb the knowledge and information of civilization that had been passed down for countless millions of years. If you were a person with level 7 strength, your brain would be overwhelmed by the amount of information in it immediately.
A week passed quickly. With the full cooperation of the orcs, magicians and remaining humans, the imperial city was built around the holy land. When the time came, Ji Long appeared above the Imperial City, looked down at the Imperial City below, and nodded with satisfaction. In a flash, he appeared directly on the throne. The top leaders of the orcs and magicians have been waiting here for a long time.
As soon as Ji Long appeared, they all knelt down and said in unison, "See my emperor!" Then, a neat voice from outside came in, "See my emperor!" That was the sound made by everyone together. At this moment, Ji Long felt A huge force of luck was infused into his body. After closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, he quickly understood the problem of luck.
This is the destiny of a civilization. Originally, Urdola's Fire of Civilization played the role of guiding the destiny of civilization. But the first candidate Aigul was killed by Ji Long. Originally, after the death of Aigul, the fire of civilization would be hidden, but it would guide the luck of civilization to be injected into some suitable people, and then the civilization would begin. A battle until reunification, the person who conquered the other lucky people will become the new king, and the fire of civilization will appear at that time to complete its mission. But before his death, Aigul entrusted the fire of civilization to Ji Long.
It's like when an owner dies and leaves all the inheritance to his descendants, but the descendants also die when they come to collect the inheritance. His last wish before death is to entrust the inheritance to another person. Although Ji Long was not a person recognized by the Fire of Civilization, it still chose Ji Long in accordance with Agur's last wish. However, it also made its own approach, which was to first separate the destiny of civilization from the inheritance of civilization, but it did not disperse the destiny of civilization. If Ji Long can successfully unify all the orcs and humans, then the luck of civilization will naturally return to him. If not, the destiny of civilization will choose a new master, and this person will become Ji Long's opponent, looking for opportunities to overthrow Ji Long's rule and regain the fire of civilization.
Ji Long, who knew all this, breathed a sigh of relief. After understanding the importance of luck in civilization, he did not dare to underestimate the role of luck. If someone really gets the luck of civilization, even if he has the strength of mid-eighth level, it will be difficult to defeat the person who has the luck. It's not just talk that the world and the earth will work together. When the time comes for them to fight among themselves, they don't know how long it will take. There is a civilization outside that is watching covetously!
"Everyone knows what kind of crisis our civilization is facing now! I want to tell you that we only have fifty years. In these fifty years, we must do our best to cultivate new strong people and develop technology. Build space battleships and weapons. For the future of civilization, we must win that battle! The knowledge of the Holy Land will be fully open and everyone can learn. Everyone's treatment is linked to their cultivation talent. No one with talent can be Give up, the twelve of you are the members of the decision-making council when I am in seclusion, and the matter will be decided by vote. If you still can't solve it, come here and ask me." After saying that, Ji Long disappeared. Just like what he said just now, he will be in seclusion for a while.
Fifty years is not a long time for Ji Long, but now that he is blessed by the luck of the entire civilization, and he has received the knowledge inheritance of the entire magician civilization, he already feels that he is about to break through. Compared with rights and other considerations, one's own strength is the most important! Without strength, you can only enjoy the rights for fifty years. With strength, you can enjoy permanent rights!
Both Turan and Urdola have entered a state of resuming preparations for war. No matter which side they are on, they are holding on to the mentality of seizing the time to strengthen their own strength now and defeating each other in one blow in the next war. Therefore, both sides are now The atmosphere inside is very good.
With the blessing of civilization, Ji Long only spent ten years to consolidate his own realm, and by the way, he digested the essence of the civilization inheritance he had received before, and he has already entered the late eighth level with one foot.
In the main ship of the Turan fleet, Prince Fei Qidi once again came to the place where the Great Elder and the Second Elder were retreating. Seeing that the two of them were still solving the energy problem in their bodies, they sighed and left. Although he didn't realize how long forty years was at the time, he was really a little irritated as he lived a boring life year after year.
"It would be great if this state could be broken. No matter how strong the strength is, the strategy is a joke!" Prince Fei Qidi thought of something as he said it, and then came to a secret laboratory.
"How's it going? Is the reconstructed gene still stable?" On the surface, he was dealing with government affairs every day, but in fact, he was secretly presiding over an experiment.
Inside the glass cover of the experiment is a sleeping world beast!