Lu Yongchang watched the holographic projection with great interest.
He could even imagine the state of this civilization called the "Ten Descendants" after it matured.
From the very beginning of their civilization, they grew under the guidance of the "Ten," and regarded the Tenth Empire as a god. Their silicon-based biological characteristics allowed them to quickly pass through the early stages of their civilization...
This will be the highest quality subordinate civilization.
He suddenly understood why [10] didn't allow the research robots to disturb them—to ensure the purity of their "faith".
However... there was still one thing he didn't quite understand.
According to data transmitted back by the research robot, the unknown technological creations near the [Ten Descendants] tribe are not very large.
At a height of over fifty meters, it can only be considered a creation of normal size for an individual in the [Tenth Empire].
Based on the information provided by [Ten], this unknown technological creation can provide food and other necessities for [Ten Descendants].
The former is easy to understand.
For a silicon-based civilization, a thunderstorm would be enough to provide them with plenty of food.
But the latter...
Is this technological creation a giant warehouse?
But that doesn't make sense!
The contents of the warehouse are limited, and in order to maintain its secrecy, [Ten] cannot frequently replenish the supplies in the warehouse.
Furthermore, as a remnant of the Tenth Empire, neither the Tenth Empire nor the Tenth Empire could have foreseen that a weak civilization would emerge tens of thousands of years later and prepare all the necessary resources.
A deep sense of confusion appeared in Lü Yongchang's eyes.
Could this be a special technology mastered by a Level 7 civilization?
Thinking of this, he perked up and became even more focused on the images in the holographic projection.
...
The prayer ceremony has temporarily come to an end.
I looked up at the top of the "altar".
At this moment, the "altar" showed no signs of movement, as if nothing had happened.
The microcurrents that the tribal chief had personally transmitted into it seemed to have vanished without a trace, leaving no ripples.
But I was not discouraged; instead, I continued to gaze at the top of the "altar."
Based on past sacrificial experience, the gods need some time to assess the state of the community.
He will only extend a helping hand when He is certain that the development of the community is severely restricted.
Time passed second by second.
suddenly.
The sensors in my head transmitted a weak electrical signal to the core of my mind.
An unusual phenomenon appeared at the disc at the top of the "altar".
A faint glimmer of light emerged from its complex internal structure.
The faint light danced lightly, as if an invisible hand was turning the disc.
A familiar microcurrent signal emanated from the sensors around my body.
Driven by this microcurrent signal, the core of the mind experienced a strong feeling of joy.
The number of free electrons in the atmosphere is increasing.
Thunderstorm is coming!
He answered the request of the Ten Descendants once again!
Upon realizing this, the group quickly became agitated, their interconnected tentacles flashing with intense microcurrent signals.
Everyone was sharing their excitement with the people around them.
Time slips away, bit by bit.
When the concentration of free electrons in the atmosphere reaches a critical point, a blinding light suddenly appears between heaven and earth!
A thick bolt of lightning came from the distant sky and struck the "altar" directly!
The concentration of free electrons in the surrounding area began to rise exponentially!
Stimulated by them, the light shimmering on the skin of myself and the people around me began to grow brighter.
The tentacles of all the tribesmen are connected to each other, like a neon light strip surrounding the "altar," with light rising and falling.
Under the glow of the neon lights, streaks of lightning, like golden snakes dancing wildly, began to streak across the sky!
It's a wonderful day.
The long-starved Ten Descendants absorbed free electrons from the atmosphere with all their might to replenish their energy.
Meanwhile, some of the older members of the Ten Tribes took out cylindrical objects from the tribe and placed them on the edge of the "altar".
The golden serpent in the sky kept bombarding the "altar" before shattering into tiny arcs of electricity.
Most of the electric arcs mysteriously disappeared in the "altar".
A small portion flowed along the "altar" into the cylindrical devices.
As I watched the orange-yellow light begin to flicker on the cylinders, an even stronger feeling of joy surged through the core of my mind.
Compared to good weather, these cylindrical objects, a gift from the gods, were the hope for the survival and expansion of the tribe.
They can store the power of thunderstorms!
Then, when the weather is bad, they can slowly release free electrons into the outside world!
Its appearance caused the population of the Ten Descendants to increase hundreds of times!
This is simply a miracle!
I sincerely admire the power of the gods.
But I knew in my heart that compared to what happened next, none of these were true miracles!
Time continued to pass.
The golden serpents dancing wildly in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving behind only an incredibly dense concentration of free electrons.
The prayer ceremony then reached its climax.
In an atmosphere filled with free electrons, the strong microcurrent passing through the tentacles even caused some flickering electric arcs!
A faint rumbling sound also came from inside the "altar".
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