[The Beacon Shelter has evolved into a Level 4 domain. 】
[Daily recruitment of members: 80 people/day (can be increased through war, population plunder, church expansion, etc.)]
[Daily resources that can be collected: 100 units of water resources (current resource storage location: underground river), food resources: none (missing fixed fields), transportation oil: 20 units (trading objects: 13th District Gathering Place, 18th District Gathering Place), firearms: none (need to be manufactured by members themselves)]
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Tretia pushed open an iron door. A small blood-red flag was planted on the building, representing the location of the "command office".
At the long table, Su Mingan was looking through the Xike information in his hand, working out the best plan for modifying the weapons.
He also got a surprise - a personal terminal similar to a laptop. The terminal contained modules such as Fenghuo's work log, conversation records of various units, 3D maps, and risk response plans. He posted the preliminary gun modification plan on it for Fenghuo's technicians to learn.
If time is extended, giving him three to five years, he is confident that he can lead this group of people to regain the dominance of mankind, but he only has ten days left...
The gap between Fenghuo and the Gods' camp is so huge that it is despairing.
"Teacher, it's night." Tretia took off her felt hat, and her hair was covered with silver-white snow.
"Yeah." Su Mingan tapped on the keyboard.
"I made you a cup of tea," said Tretia.
She placed a pot of hot tea on the table. The tea flowed into the cup, swaying in a circle of snow, silvery and translucent.
Looking at this beautiful cup of tea, Su Mingan thought of Lu Shu. Tea art was Lu Shu's most useless skill.
"What kind of tea is this?" he said.
"It hasn't been named yet. I just researched it." Tretia smiled and said, "Please give it a name."
Su Mingan stared at it. The floating tea leaves were white as snow, like falling snow. "Let's call it Snow Flower Tea."
"Okay, let's call it that..." Tretia stood there happily for a while: "Don't you want to drink?"
"You go out first." Su Mingan said.
There was no way he could drink water handed to him by anyone, not even Tretia.
On this day, the news that "the lord particularly likes to give speeches" has spread. People do not understand what "emotional value" is. They just think that Lewis particularly likes to speak, and they also like to listen.
Due to the influence of his missionary aura, Su Mingan has successfully brainwashed these two thousand people into becoming followers of the Lighthouse Church. This was not his original intention. Everyone regarded him as a new god. He was "forced" to establish the Lighthouse Church.
In a world that is too desperate, the church is a good way to command the will of everyone.
Moreover, this is also because of one of his passive skills.
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[(Passive skill) Faith: At the beginning of the reconstruction of civilized society, gods are a kind of culture formed by social relations. It is rooted in people's subconsciousness and it is difficult to break it by oneself, so it is deeply rooted and becomes a kind of belief. Perhaps, in the long-term "thinking", you can do something that human power cannot achieve. ]
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This was a skill he had acquired in the Eighth World Dome, taught by Siber, and because the skill description was too cryptic, he still didn't know its specific purpose. But it seemed to be combined with his "missionary aura".
The change from "Bai Shen" to "Bai Shen" was not just a name change. He seemed to be more and more adept at "speech" skills. Faith, gods, believers... all the names related to "Bai Shen" were magnified by him. Now it seemed easy for him to establish a Lighthouse Church and collect people's devout faith.
Tretia noticed that Su Mingan was about to stand up: "Teacher, where are you going?"
"Go find Noah." Su Ming'an unbuttoned the cloak on his shoulders.
Tretia was confused. She even thought she had heard it wrongly: "Who are you looking for?"
"Noah." Su Mingan walked towards the door.
"Is it the leader of District 11...that Noah?" Tretia asked.
Su Mingan looked at her with an inexplicable look, meaning "What else?"
Tretia was even more confused. What was it that the Lord of Fenghuo would run to the camp of the gods during the war?
"Are you going to negotiate with the God's camp? Then I'll call Guanna and the others along. They have diplomatic experience..." Tretia thought of this.
"No, just go and have a chat." Su Mingan said. The next moment, his wheelchair soared into the sky, leaving behind the petrified Tretia.
Tretia had never expected that the teacher would become so careless and rush straight into the enemy camp alone.
She remembered that before Actor disappeared thirty years ago, he would speak without hesitation for more than two hours, not afraid of assassination, and study the most dangerous biochemical technology without fear of death. He was indeed the craziest genius.
He has always been daring and reckless, walking on the edge of sanity and madness.
Even though he...
She pushed open the door, but heard crying next to her.
"Who is he? Can he save us from starvation? Can he guarantee victory in the war and prevent us from dying in the flames of war?"
Under the shadows of the buildings, Lu Sa was comforting a Fenghuo member who was full of complaints.
"I just want to live a good life with my sister. Although the past life was hard, at least we can survive. It was his arrival that made Fenghuo become like this! We are going to die, we are forced to evacuate District 11, and we will die tomorrow!" Fenghuo members shouted loudly. Around him, there were several members who had the same idea.
"You have to believe in Lewis...he will definitely win." Lu Sa said softly.
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