??Chapter 682: Chapter 674: The Biggest Abnormality
Chapter 682: Chapter 674: The Biggest Abnormality
Seeing the Red-clothed Grand Archbishop of the Church of the Good God reach an agreent with Muria, the faces of the twelve Dukes who ca to participate in the council were extrely ugly.
“What should we do?” A Duke as sturdy as a bear suppressed his anger and asked.
“Surrender or leave this continent, you only have these two choices,” said Frost Queen Clodia, sitting next to Muria, raising her head and looking at these twelve Dukes of Northland, “Oh, yes, you actually still have a third choice, confront
and then be killed by .”
“You…” One Duke looked expectantly towards the group of Red-clothed Grand Archbishops sitting together, but disappointingly, these Archbishops were ditating at this ti and didn’t even glance at them.
The church has already completed the exchange of interests with Muria, so naturally, they were air. In the eyes of the church, these Dukes ruling in the North were not good options. Once their demands were t, there was even less reason to support them.
“Fine, fine, we’re leaving.” These Dukes of Northland stood up and prepared to leave.
“Go? Planning to go where? Not making a choice and you want to leave, what are you dreaming?” The biting cold began to spread. Faintly, the shadows of the dragons began to appear around the palace. A sense of impending death arose in the minds of the Dukes as their spiritual senses issued frantic warnings.
“I choose to leave this continent,” A few legendary Dukes made their choices with ugly faces under the pressure of external dragon shadows.
“If I surrender, what kind of treatnt can you give ?” Another Duke gazed at Clodia, her hair white and her eyes golden, and tentatively asked. He was unwilling to lose his current power.
“According to your human rules, what should a legend get? That’s what you will get.” Clodia said with a smile.
According to the rules of the Human Empire on the Main Continent, a legend like a Grand Duke from the Northland would only be awarded the lowest rank of a duke and have no rights or territories. They would just receive a modest monthly offering of crystals, which was quite pitiful.
“Then I choose to pledge my allegiance to you, great Queen Clodia.” Under the contemptuous gaze of other Dukes, this local Duke imdiately worshipped Clodia as a subject. He thought that Clodia was referring to the treatnt of legends in the kingdom of the Subcontinent.
“The Northland affair is resolved, now we’re left with the issue of the high-yielding frost seeds.” Seeing the surrendered or leaving Dukes of Northland, Muria nodded with satisfaction.
Soon, through the channels of the Church of the Good God, Muria invited six legendary Grand Druids who were natural empaths and good at plant modifications.
When these Grand Druids heard that Muria’s request was to grow high-yield crop seeds that can absorb frost energy in the tundra of the Northland, they reduced their fees out of admiration for Muria’s idea. Admiration is admiration, but we can’t lose money while helping, can we?
Of course, even a half-price fee was a staggering sum. However, Muria no longer cared about the money. The star gate connecting to the Solos Locust World had been completed, and resources from the different world were continuously being mined and then transported to Xena Pus. After processing, it was sold directly to the Deep Blue Comrce Association, partially repaying the debt and partially exchanging for various lacking resources.
With Muria’s support and leadership, the dragon hunters in the Northland’s were quickly eradicated. The profession of dragon hunting, and the related skills and weapon manufacturing thods were almost wiped out, becoming forbidden knowledge in the Northland’s. At the sa ti, Clodia’s Northern Unification rapidly completed.
After losing the support of the top legendary figures, the common people, even if they wanted to resist, could do nothing. They could only passively accept the fact that they were ruled by a group of dragons. All the resisters were killed to deter the remaining commoners. There could be no rcy at the beginning of the rule.
For the newly born Northern Kingdom, the first thing Clodia did was send out powerful monsters to collect seeds of ice and snow plants that could grow wildly on the continent. Based on high yield, large quantity, easy reproduction, and short cycle, these seeds were all transported to the Plant Research Institute in Silapus.
Then, the six legendary druids invited by Muria collaborated to study and cultivate frost crops seeds that could be planted on a large scale by ordinary humans. Under the study of legends, the seeds that Muria wanted soon had results and began preliminary planting.
After the initial success of the frost hybrid crop seeds, Muria started the second task to assist the newly established Northern Kingdom. Clodia, who headed the White Dragon Legion, along with the Northland human legends who surrendered, and a large number of Soul Intent Level powerhouses began to move mountains and fill the sea.
For the first ti in the history of the Depluson Subcontinent, legendary power was applied on a large scale to transform the living environnt. Insurmountable mountains were destroyed by the legends, then transported to the abysses…
The natural barriers turned into flat paths, countless dead ends for mortals were destroyed, and turned into habitable places… Transforming nature with legendary power was the proper way to use the legendary power in Muria’s eyes.
The biting cold winds blew across the flat ice field. The blue and white frost rice growing on this ice field and absorbing the frost power shook like waves. Each plant was full of sparkling and weighty frost rice.
“It’s ti to leave.” Looking at the harvest scene before him, Muria showed a satisfied smile. Ice crystal rice, that was the outco of the joint research of several legendary druids for three years.
These rice plants seemingly have no special qualities, but they can survive and grow in extre climate conditions and have a very rapid growth cycle, which allows for two harvests annually.
The ice crystal rice produced can basically et the normal dietary needs of all Northerners. As per the estimates of the current expansive ice fields purposely cleared by the legends, it isn’t enough to sustain one billion people, but it’s not an entirely unreachable goal. These are just the first type of food crops, and the research by the great druid hasn’t stopped.
“It’s ti to move to the next continent!” Xena Pus, which had remained stationary above Frost Coast White Dragon City for several years, is on the move again, and this ti, with its progress exceeding ten percent. Xena Pus’s moving speed is several tis faster than before it arrived at this frosty continent, now it no longer needs to worry about construction resources.
Thanks to Muria’s thick-skinned and dark-hearted character, three legendary mages have started to oversee the transformational work on Cloud Island. The progress compared to before is a day and night difference.
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“Every day it’s work, work, work, when does it end!” Hank, who had just finished a day of rune proofreading work, dragged his exhausted body out from the Rune Factory. He looked up at the sky.
It wasn’t the azure sky-do, but an enormous city floating above, which was originally Cloud Island. It blocked the firmant, leaving Hank unable to see the sun.
He couldn’t rember how long it had been since he last saw the sun. He lived on the bottom layer of Cloud Island, also known as the Island of Sin. There was no concept of day and night here, it was just constant daylight. Those living here had only six hours of rest and al ti in a day, the rest of the ti was all work, they had no connection with entertainnt.
“Those big shots above don’t care about us at all. Three people at my rune factory have already died suddenly this month without getting their prescribed rest. Damned blood-sucking factory owners.”
Hank muttered quietly in his heart. Every night before he slept, he would regret his choice of becoming a pirate, then being unlucky enough to be captured by Xena Pus’s Punishnt Legion and thrown into the Island of Sin for repetitive work to atone for his sins.
The policies established by Xena Pus have no issues. Given his current physique, and the support from his Bronze-level Fighting Qi, resting six hours a day was more than enough.
Yet with policies, there are ways around them. The fat manager of their Rune Factory, for the sake of his so-called rewards and achievents, disregarded their lives and found ways to make them work overti, treating them as consumables.
Even though it’s so cruel, not one of these villains would dare to rebel. Hank, feeling frustrated and stifled, looked upwards. He quickly knelt down because a Red Dragon emitting a burning aura was flying over from the sky.
In this place, so-called rebellion seed hopeless. Rebellion only ant ending one’s own life. However, since a devil appeared arrogantly before these villains, no one dared to end their lives arbitrarily anymore.
After death, if one’s soul fell into the hands of the devil, there was no greater despair than this. Whether in life or death, they were all objects being exploited by Xena Pus.
Soon, after a short walk, Hank reached his ho. It was a small space just around thirty square ters. According to Xena Pus’s rules, as long as he did not commit any cris, no creature could enter this place without his permission. Of course, to Hank, these provisions were as good as waste paper as inmates like him had no personal rights.
However, at this mont, Hank felt sothing amiss. The mont he used his key to open the door, he felt a cold chill, followed by the dismissal of the noisy sounds at his ears – everything beca quiet.
“What happened?” Suddenly, Hank found it difficult to breathe. The air seed to have turned viscous. The surroundings were silent.
This was not normal. Hank knew that there were at least five hundred labor reform convicts living in this nearly hundred ters tall dormitory. Such silence was extrely abnormal.
Looking at the doorknob in his hand, Hank hesitated for a while before slowly opening the door. As he walked in, the ordinary wooden furniture, a single bed with white bedsheet and everything else seed just as usual without any difference.
Except for the man who was sitting at his table, holding a teacup, and drinking tea. Hearing the noise, the man slowly raised his head. With a cunning smile plastered on his face, he looked at Hank who had just entered the door.
“Hubble, how could you be here?” Hank recoiled a step backward in shock upon seeing the figure of the man in front of him.
Everything seed normal. Hubble was a pirate Hank had worked with before on the sa ship. After being caught by Xena Pus, they were fortunately assigned to work in the sa Rune Factory. Usually, during their breaks, they would visit each other’s hos for a chat.
But this was abnormal. Hubble had died suddenly three days ago due to the unrestrained exploitation and demands by the overweight factory owner. His only companion here was dead.
Startled, Hank took a deep breath. When he looked up again, there were no traces of the burly man. It was as if everything he had just witnessed was an illusion.
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