"The ones who need weapon spirits the most are not the weak, but the sorcerers who are stuck below the Saint Realm."
"What are you talking about? Could it be … "
"Yes, the retired patriarch of the Zhou family, he has been promoted. In just five days, can you imagine? The Magic Machine people said that he was about to succeed, but he was just one step away. So, after getting some pointers, he immediately succeeded. Right now, the Zhou family is very happy and is celebrating. "
"Idiot."
"What did you say?"
"I said that the Zhou family are all idiots. What do you mean by one step? Who doesn't lack this little bit? Without the Magic Machine people, he would have been short of that step his whole life. Why celebrate? Hurry up and ask the Magic Machine people for pointers and make good use of these three years. Celebrate? Celebrate? The people who should be grateful don't even know. Why didn't we have such a good opportunity? It was all wasted by idiots. "
"There will be in the future. Other than Sir Tang Feng working hard to make money, the Magic Machine people are also making money now. We will all have a chance in the future. "
"I hope so."
Similar conversations were discussed in the major cities of the surrounding planets.
However.
Surprisingly, no one felt that there was anything wrong with this. The Magic Machine race quickly took root, expanded, and spread. Everyone turned a blind eye to it. Tang Shidao had expected that the revival of the Magic Machine civilization would be difficult. In the end, not only was it not difficult, but it was also very easy. It could even be said that the nearby clans were helping, hoping that the Magic Machine people would increase.
In less than half a year.
The Magic Machine race had changed from ten to a hundred, from a hundred to a thousand, and from a thousand to ten thousand. At this time, Tang Shidao finally understood.
Why was there no resistance?
Because … in the previous world, there was no country, no society, and no complete system.
With a secret spring as the base.
They were a group of mountain bandits, and the Magic Machine people were miners … the kind of miners who dug for gold. In the eyes of the mountain bandits, when the number of miners increased, they established a foothold, groups, and tribes. These were none of their business. Other than occupying the secret spring, they did not care about anything else. Even if someone destroyed all the planets and killed all life, as long as the secret spring was still in their hands, it was fine.
Mountain bandits, they did not care whether the creatures on the ground were doing well or not.
As long as they were doing well, it did not matter how others were.
At this moment.
"Master, why don't we develop to a higher level?" There were things that the Mechanical Minister did not understand, so he could only ask his master. Because of the existence of the life network and the soul network, secret communication was very easy. Moreover, Mechanical Immortality itself had a special derivative: the Immortality Code. It allowed every member of the Magic Machine Tribe to have a special communication channel, and the Mechanical Image was the convergence point of the Magic Machine Network.
"Because it's too slow."
"The top can control the bottom. Isn't that faster?"
"You're talking about the mortal world. It's easiest to succeed from the top to the bottom. However, this was the void, the world above the mortal world, the Desolate World. In the infinite lifespan, there would always be some different thoughts and pursuits. Therefore, what you need the most is not strength, but quantity. Why do you temporarily exist as weapon spirits? Because you need someone to 'guide' you. "
"If we're independent leaders …"
"People will be afraid of you, ostracize you, and even wage war against you. Now, you are like auxiliary tools, becoming the most needed existence in people's hearts. I need you to fix this impression, and I also need you to maintain it in the long run. Once people think of the Magic Machine Tribe, they will immediately think of this' blade feather 'auxiliary tool. Now, your collaborators are very weak, and you are the main characters. In the future, when your collaborators are strong, you will be like auxiliary tools. "
"Like the personal AI assistant in the sci-fi dimension?"
"Yes, that's the current definition. Now, continue to increase your numbers, expand in places far away from the secret spring, and don't participate in the upstream competition. This way, the upper echelons will be relieved. When your numbers reach a certain level, most people will accompany you, and it will be impossible for the upper echelons to object. If this was a country, you would be the most vigilant. However, this is not a country. Everyone is only thinking about the benefits, and not the future. "
"I see." The Mechanical Image understood everything.
The 'revival' that Master was talking about was not a race or a country, but an unimaginably large group.
Even.
Directly occupy this Desolate World.
There was no need for war. Just 'numbers' could occupy this place. If the Magic Machine Tribe occupied a few percent, or even half of the population, even if there was no empire, people would naturally follow the wishes of the Magic Machine Tribe. Why did they start with the Artifact Spirit? The reason was to let everyone accept it and make everyone unable to leave this kind of help. In any case, there was no need to worry about cultivation at all. The Magic Machine Network could provide cultivation.
The Magic Machine Tribe was different from ordinary life forms. They could also learn and improve in the network.
They usually accumulated energy.
The network solved problems.
In this way, his strength would increase.
Another half a year.
After a year, the number of Magic Machine Tribe members was close to 100 million. 1 earned to buy 2, 2 earned to buy 4, 4 earned to buy 8 … When the number was small, the growth was slow. However, 8 earned to buy 16, 16 earned to buy 32, 32 earned to buy 64 … In the blink of an eye, the number increased by a few times, and this number was heaven-defying. What was even more terrifying was that 1 to 2 became 10,000 to 20,000, and there was no problem with 100 million to 200 million.
There were not many remains of the ancient demonic puppets, and it could not support the growth of the Magic Machine Tribe.
However.
The Mechanical Image and the others had been nurtured by the Small Wisdom Tree. In addition, Tang Shidao had given them the secondary right to use the Great Puppet Art and Mechanical Immortality, so they could already create new puppets. Because they were still in the mode of the Blade Feather Wing, they did not need too many materials. In other words, the Mechanical Image and the others could already 'reproduce' their tribe members in batches.
Originally.
This kind of growth had long eaten up a planet. Even if all the demonic beast fur was brushed off, it would not be enough to sell for money.
However, the Mechanical Image obediently dispersed the tribe members.
Not only on nearby planets, the Magic Machine Tribe members also crossed the middle of the secret springs and went to another small world behind the secret springs to continue this development model. Therefore, the people near the various secret springs only heard that there were many Magic Machine Tribe members, but there were very few who could see them. Even at the first stop, there were not many of them. People were not surprised that there were too few of them.
They only needed one sentence.
"Because of our hunting, there are fewer demonic beasts and magic minerals here. We need to go to a new place and develop a new territory. "
Just like that, all the questions were solved with one sentence.
Why did people believe it?
It was very simple.
Those who wore the Blade Feather Wing were their own sons or the most outstanding elites of the clan. Running to a neighboring planet to develop a new hunting point was benefiting their clan … Of course, things that were beneficial to them had to be correct. They would not accept any rebuttal. Things that were not beneficial to them must be wrong.
As for whether the Magic Machine Tribe would expand or not?
It had nothing to do with them.
As long as their clan could earn money and expand, that was enough.
The Magic Machine Tribe was too confusing. It was just two wings. When others looked at it, would you think that the wings were more beneficial or that the person wearing the wings was more beneficial?
It had to be a person.
Even if the collaborator pointed to the wings and said, "This is my master."
People would not believe it.
No matter how smart they were, they were just auxiliary tools.
Just like that.
One year, two years, three years. In just a few years, the Magic Machine Tribe was already on the verge of a prairie fire. Unknowingly, a group of mages with Blade Feather Wings appeared in the sky. In this kind of environment where magic was not easy to cast, the word "handsome" alone attracted countless practitioners. Whether they were magic machines or not, whether they were masters or not, those were secondary. The key was that they were handsome.
With wings, they could fly if they wanted to. They were not afraid of the secret springs absorbing their energy. If you had the money, you could get one.
What?
You could not sell it even if you had the money?
There was such a thing?
So they were partners. They needed to choose from both sides. Well, it sounded even more pretentious. They had to get one.
"This thing is also a living race, right?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that similar to a bodyguard? Can we really use them without worry? "
"You don't want to use them? Give them to me! "
"In your dreams! These days, those who don't dare to fly are low-class practitioners. Those who can fly are high-class. Even if they are poisonous, I have to eat them. "
Yes.
Gradually, the Magic Machine Tribe members who could turn into Blade Feather Wings became a trend. It also slowly became a status symbol. Mage friends of the same status, one with wings and one without wings. The latter did not even dare to speak loudly.
When old friends meet.
Did it have wings?
No wings? No wings? What the f * ck.
When the Sect Master meets.
When lovers meet.
When a strong opponent meets.
When his eyes gently sweep across your back, no wings. Tsk tsk, a poor, outdated ghost. That sympathetic gaze. Without the company of the Magic Machine Tribe members, he would not dare to go out. On this matter, the Mechanical Minister did not let the tribe members spread rumors because there was no need to lie.
Only this sentence was needed.
"Partner, your friend has been rejected by a certain human machine of my tribe. His talent and skills are not enough. If there is no need, you should spend more time with others and hunt with them. In another one or two years, he will probably be far behind you. Hanging out with him will only slow down your cultivation. Of course, this is just a suggestion. If you are true friends, you can slowly move forward together. "
Such a sentence.
Death sentence.
No talent, no skills, no hard work, no resources. He was just a salted fish. There were no true friends in the Desolate World in the previous era. They were all fair-weather friends.
Why could those with wings look down on others?
Because.
I've been recognized and chosen. I'm definitely the Son of Heaven.
You are all mortals.
This is not a matter of money. The Magic Machine Tribe will choose their partners. So, for him to choose you proves your value. The wings on your back are not only an auxiliary tool, but also a form of recognition. It is equivalent to a graduation certificate or a technician certificate in the mortal society. Without a certificate, you are trash. I have wings. Regardless of whether I have the ability or not, I have been recognized.
So.
Strength can be slow, but wings must be there.
Magic Machine Tribe, work hard to expand.
The Mechanical Minister reported to Tang Shidao. Both of them were speechless. They had seen people who were unmoved by the birth of a new tribe, but they had never seen people who wanted the new tribe to develop faster. The tribes in the previous era of the Desolate World were really different from others. At this moment, both of them had the same thought: Steady, develop wretchedly, don't be reckless.
A few years.
Too short.
The Magic Machine Tribe had expanded, but it was still far from spreading throughout the previous era of the Desolate World. However, with the current development speed, it was not a dream for everyone to have a pair of wings in less than 20 years.
At this moment.
"Have you investigated that Tang Feng?"
"Yes."
"What's the result?"
"A spokesperson for a new tribe. The Magic Machine Tribe that had disappeared before has reappeared. They have chosen a human as their spokesperson. Tang Feng has been hunting for the past four years. He has been earning money and collecting ancient murals. However, I have not seen him really studying the murals. Old Man Tang has also investigated. Ordinary mortals are not worth mentioning. "
"You said that Tang Feng has been earning money?" Hearing this answer, the gathered members of the Righteous Faction had an answer. Their goal was not poor.
"Yes, he has been working and earning money. He probably does not have any inventory."
"Hehe, don't say that. Earning money is a good thing. Did you send someone to ask if we can cooperate? "
"Yes, I did. However, Tang Feng does not seem to be able to make the decision. The Magic Machine Tribe is a living being. They do not agree with our intention to cooperate. They also said that they are not afraid of death. Death will only return to the 'intelligence network'. They can be reborn by rebuilding their bodies. Therefore, if we want to fight, they will accompany us. After all, they will not die. "
"The lives of the Magic Machine Tribe are information files?"
"Yes, probably. Therefore, they only lack a body, but they do not fear death."
"It seems like some kind of spell …"
"What?"
"No, nothing. Okay, we understand. You can leave. "The Righteous Faction came from the mortal world. They were not ignorant.
At this moment, the other members also thought of something.
However.
Their eyes flashed. It did not matter whether it was true or not. The Magic Machine Tribe was not the main character. That 'person' was everyone's goal. Unfortunately, the secret spring blocked the search. That person had not shown himself for a few years. They could not find him at all.
"Tang Feng is the inheritor of that group of freaks?"
"Possibly. However, our main target is not him. That group of freaks … Well, we don't know if they are all dead. If we act rashly and take down Tang Feng, we will only alert the enemy. For such a small character, it is not too late to 'eat' him when he grows up. Continue to send people to look for that person's whereabouts. Remember, we must not be alone. I suspect that he is following us and waiting for us to be alone. He can kill Xun Changqing. We must not be careless. "
"Okay."
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