In July of the seventh year of Shenyuan.
The Andromeda Galaxy, the migration place of the Divine Enlightenment.
The old man Maxwell was standing on a big tree, looking down at the barbarian tribe who were performing sacrifices below...
This is the edge of a desert, very dry, with only sporadic green on the ground.
In the desert, savages wearing turf skirts and fanatical faces were dancing wildly under a high stone platform.
On the high platform, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, with steam coming out of his head.
The steaming heat quickly disappeared.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the young man suddenly opened his eyes.
“God said that as long as we believe in Him devoutly, He will give us food!”
Then bags of food wrapped in plastic appeared out of thin air. The quantity was not large, just enough to feed these people.
The dancing savages began to cheer wildly, while some women carried the food away with their children.
Maxwell looked at this scene, and then cast his gaze into the distance.
I saw a white mist in the distance, sealing off this barbarian tribe. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a fog island.
"Sigh... If the power is left unchecked, all kinds of fantastic and terrifying scenes will appear."
Maxwell sighed and flew away from the tree.
He walked through the mist and came to a new place.
This is a large plain with a humid climate, and the sun and sunshine are very suitable.
On the plains, there are modern factories.
Lao Mai knew that these factories were all imitations of food factories built in the secret realm of inheritance.
Different from the original version, the workers who walked in and out here all had the same expression, very dull.
Maxwell knew that these workers were slaves.
Their spiritual will is controlled by the guy named "Wang Jinghong", who is now called the "ancestor of the Yuan slaves" and is responsible for controlling these Yuan slaves.
As for the other party's real name, no one cares.
The food given to the barbarian tribes just now came from these food factories.
It can be said that the output of this great plain is enough to consume billions of people.
This is the power of the black technology food industry.
The distribution of food is arranged according to how many vitality practitioners there are in the tribe.
These barbarian tribes are exactly like pigs fed in a modern pig factory.
They don't need to cultivate land, and they won't face natural or man-made disasters. As long as they dedicate their cultivation power at a certain time, they can get food and clothes.
When the population reproduces beyond a certain level, the excess population will be separated into new Kirishima.
Maxwell could easily determine that with their kind of social ecology, even if it took millions of years, there would be no evolution.
Don't think that human civilization comes naturally. On the contrary, it took countless arduous fights and battles to accumulate bit by bit and ignite the technology tree.
In this feeding environment, these barbarians are destined to have no need to develop civilization.
They only need to have a few more young people in the tribe who can practice and offer magic power, so that the tribe can have enough food and clothing.
Maxwell didn't understand why the migrants used such an inefficient method at first, but when he thought about it more carefully, he understood.
Efficiency means being civilized, being civilized means resisting, and the gods don't like resistance.
As for inefficiency, it doesn't matter, the quantity is enough.
If quality is not enough, quantity will make up for it.
The gods do not want to cultivate a new human civilization on earth.
All they need is a group of vitality coolies.
After watching these scenes, Maxwell began to upload a new investigation report to the Justice League platform.
"The migrants have spent their first year in this galaxy. They have developed on this planet at an extremely fast speed. The barbarian tribes on the entire planet are endless. And the mana that can be collected every day, at least More than 30 million Dan Yuan. At the latest top meeting, they wanted to use the accumulated mana to go to the nearest star system and conduct a new colonization... "
The old man completed his task very faithfully.
"We don't have much time left. They don't need to discuss or argue. The efficiency of expanding the sub-base is just like the Zerg in the game. As long as there is sunlight, water and land, new populations can be quickly planted. .”
"The vitality transformation device, the universal bacteria, the Nine Transformations Golden Pill Technique, and the shuttle method provided by the gods, these four great inventions form the basis for the colonization of the new universe."
"Those barbarian tribes have only been awarded the first three levels of the Nine Transformations Golden Pill Technique. On their own, unless a genius among geniuses appears or they receive enlightenment, they can comprehend or learn the subsequent techniques. And this is the savage's only chance for transformation."
Maxwell summed it up seriously.
He knew very well that in the distant future, this new civilization would definitely conflict with mankind.
If it were in the past, he might not need to care too much. After all, in the past, he would not live to be a hundred years old, so there was no need to worry about things that would happen thousands of years later.
But now, he has to worry about this, because he is confident that relying on the alliance platform, he can continue to make breakthroughs and his lifespan can continue to increase. Living for thousands of years will probably not be a problem. As long as nothing happens to him, in fact, even if In the event of an accident, as long as the soul is not destroyed, it can still be reincarnated into various forms.
However, the price of living too long is to watch many tragic things happen one by one before your eyes.
"If you want to stop them, perhaps only the same gods can do it."
… …
After Maxwell's intelligence was transmitted back to Earth, the alliance platform quickly transferred this valuable information to relevant personnel.
Secret realm of inheritance.
Practitioners conference.
The development history of immigrants is being displayed on the big screen... It is like the history of the development of a new civilization.
Ren Ruofeng frowned and said: "It seems that we are going to speed up the pace of colonizing alien planets. Compared with these migrants, our development speed is still too slow. It is estimated that in about a hundred years, we will be far behind. behind."
"This is bad money driving out good money. Their cost of producing mana is too low. They only need a little food, but we still have to provide food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as various education and entertainment. From time to time, there are also order problems... " someone complained.
"But we are highly efficient and can cultivate more strong practitioners." Someone objected.
"Not necessarily. There was a rebel a few days ago. He was jealous of others who were practicing faster than him and started beating them. A pond-level master did not have a management chip injected. Fortunately, he was locked by Skynet in time, but he almost destroyed a floor. Thousands of people were killed and injured. The stronger the individual strength, the more difficult it is to manage. These migrants are very smart and have no moral burden in execution." Someone raised a question.
"Yes, from a pure point of view of improving mana productivity, it is most efficient for civilians to practice to the third level of "Nine Transformations of the Golden Pill". The strength is only cup level, and it is not that powerful and cannot resist. Ordinary guns | consume less resources in the early stage. Once you reach a higher level, you will consume a lot of mana, just like raising pigs. It is impossible to keep them until a very old age, and the price/performance ratio will be much lower. ." Someone said in great agreement.
"Hey, you are being accused of discrimination and not treating people as human beings. Are we here a pig farm? We also need to consider the feed and meat ratio?" The venue started to become noisy.
All kinds of opinions were flying around for a while, and no one could convince anyone.
Should we continue to maintain the strategy of equal opportunities, or should we consider cost-effectiveness and strictly use market rules to produce mana.
There were supporters on both sides, and huge controversy arose.
The host of the meeting began to bang the hammer: "Quiet, everyone pay attention to order."
"For this new issue, please go back and discuss how to deal with this competition to maintain the civilizational advantage of our human race on Earth. Although the other party is in Andromeda and is very far away from us, in the mysterious era, distance is not a problem. Time is not a problem either." The host said seriously.
The strong men fell silent, and then walked out of the venue one by one and began to gather their own forces to discuss this long-term strategic issue.
They all know that this problem seems far away, but if we don't pay attention to it now, history will repeat itself.
If we don't establish a strategic advantage now, it will be too late when trouble comes.
This is like the layout stage of playing chess. Once there is a fatal problem with the layout in the early stage, there is almost no way to recover in the later stage.