Xiao Hei watched Fang Zhiyi command his troops to mine an iron ore again, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "There are so many minerals in this world? They are begging for food while guarding the gold bricks." But after thinking about it, if he could have superpowers through faith and luck, then it didn't matter whether he had technology or not.
Fang Zhiyi brought out all his experience over the past few years. Whenever he put the drawings that he knew by heart in front of the craftsmen, the craftsmen would immediately start to study them. Batches of weapons were produced and the rebel army was quickly armed.
In addition to this, Fang Zhiyi is also responsible for another important task, brainwashing.
"Break away feudal superstitions!"
"You are your own master!"
“Our faith is freedom!”
Various slogans were posted all over the streets and alleys, and the first group of believers led by him had already started working individually. Civilians from all places gathered in the house to listen to the lecturer's lecture. They talked about everything from the conjectures about gods to science. Faced with doubts, the lecturers did not refute them, but took them to visit some small tools that Fang Zhiyi and his men had hurriedly made, and explained the principles to them.
Of course, the final killer weapon is the same.
"Do you want your children to continue living in this world where they can only succeed by relying on the so-called mercy of God? Open your eyes and see that after learning knowledge, they can also create a more wonderful life with their own hands!"
No one is not worried about their children's future. Even the earliest believers of evil gods turned to the evil gods because of their families. In the past, they believed in evil gods, but now they know the meaning of their faith.
The empire was already in chaos, with civilians causing trouble on all sides.
The civilians whose relatives died at the hands of the superpowers now have weapons that can fight against the superpowers. The superpowers gradually became fearful from their initial disdain, because they dare not gamble even with a loss ratio of ten to one. They can accept being killed by the believers of the evil god, but they cannot accept being killed by lowly civilians.
"Look, this is the kind of weapon!" The captain of the psychics threw down a pile of guns. The leaders of the Divine Society looked at those things seriously. After an old man observed them, he snorted softly.
"You're trying to defy God's will by relying on these evil things? God has given you power, so you shouldn't be afraid."
The captain was speechless for a moment. The recent days of comfort and the promotions that came from killing innocent people had quietly changed the subconscious of most of the psychics. They began to fear death. Even the newly promoted psychics had no experience in fighting the enemy. The civilians around seemed to have noticed their retreat and became even more radical.
"The North has fallen, Hearth City has fallen, and the large army of civilians is not far from the capital."
"What does the king do?" asked a priest.
"The King?" The captain's face turned grim upon hearing this. "He's waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves. After all, we've been having quite an unpleasant time recently."
"Tell him to send out the kingdom's army. This is God's will."
Someone immediately came up with an idea. Of course, they couldn't rely on the supernatural to deal with a rebellion of this scale. The royal family also had to take responsibility, not to mention that the royal army was the direct descendant of the God of War.
"By the way, the leader of the northern rebels is the blasphemer." said the captain.
Everyone at the scene fell silent.
"Then your mission is to find him and kill him. After he's killed, those civilians will naturally disintegrate."
"...yes."
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