The seventh year and seventh month of Shenyuan.
Andromeda Galaxy, the place where the God's missionaries migrated.
Old Maxwell was standing on a big tree, looking down at the barbarian tribe that was in the middle of a sacrificial ceremony …
This was the edge of a desert. It was very dry, and there were only sporadic patches of green on the ground.
In the desert, the barbarians, who were wearing turf skirts and had fanatical expressions on their faces, surrounded a stone platform and danced crazily.
On the platform, a young man was sitting cross-legged, and steam was rising from his head.
The steam evaporated and quickly disappeared.
After some time, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.
"God said that as long as we believe in him sincerely, he will give us food!"
Then, bags of food with plastic packaging appeared out of thin air. There were not many of them, just enough for these people to fill their stomachs.
The dancing barbarians began to cheer wildly, and some women brought their children with them to carry the food away.
Maxwell looked at this scene, and then looked into the distance.
In the distance, there was a white fog that sealed off the barbarian tribe. Looking down from above, it looked like a foggy island.
"Sigh … If there's no one to control the power, all kinds of strange and terrifying scenes will appear."
Maxwell sighed, and then flew away from the big tree.
He passed through the fog, and then came to a new place.
This was a great plain with a humid climate, and the sun was very suitable for it.
On the plain, there were many modern-style factories.
Old Maxwell knew that these factories were all imitation food factories built in the Land of Heritage.
Unlike the original version, the workers who walked in and out all had the same dull expression.
Maxwell knew that these workers were vitality slaves.
Their spiritual will was controlled by the guy called "Wang Jinghong", who was now known as the "Ancestor of Vitality Slaves", and was in charge of controlling these vitality slaves.
As for his real name, no one cared.
The food that was given to the barbarian tribe just now came from these food factories.
It could be said that the output of this great plain was enough to feed billions of people.
This was the power of the black technology food industry.
The distribution of food was arranged according to the number of vitality cultivators in the tribe.
These barbarian tribes were like pigs in a modern pig factory.
They didn't need to farm, so they didn't have to face natural or man-made disasters. As long as they contributed the magic power they cultivated at certain times, they would be able to get food and clothes.
Once the population multiplied to a certain degree, the excess population would be separated into the new Fog Isle.
Maxwell could easily confirm that with their social ecology, even if millions of years had passed, there would still be no evolution.
Don't think that human civilization was built naturally. On the contrary, it was accumulated bit by bit after countless arduous battles and battles, and the tree of technology was ignited.
And in this kind of environment, these barbarians were destined to have no need to develop civilization.
All they needed was for the clan to have a few more youths who could cultivate and consecrate magical power, and they would be able to provide food and clothing for the clan.
Maxwell did not understand at first why the migrants were using such an inefficient method, but when he thought about it more carefully, he understood.
Being efficient meant being civilized, and being civilized meant rebelling, and the Gods did not like rebelling.
As for the inefficiency, it didn't matter as long as the quantity was enough.
If quality was lacking, quantity would make up for it.
The Gods did not wish to cultivate a new human civilization on Earth.
They only needed a group of vitality coolies.
After watching these scenes, Maxwell began to upload a new investigation report to the Alliance of Justice and Order's platform.
"The migrants have already spent their first year in this galaxy. They have developed on this planet at an extremely fast speed, and the barbarian tribes on the entire planet are endless. And the magic power that can be collected every day is at least above 30 million Dan units. At the recent summit meeting, they wanted to use the accumulated magic power to head to the nearest galaxy and carry out a new colony … "
The old man was very loyal to complete his task.
"There's not much time left for us. They don't need to discuss or argue. The efficiency of expanding the branch base is like the Zerg in the game. As long as there's sunlight, water, and land, they can quickly grow a new population."
"The vitality conversion device, the all-purpose bacteria, the Nine Transformation Golden Core Technique, and the shuttle method provided by the Gods. These four great inventions formed the foundation of the new universe colonization."
"In those barbarian tribes, they were only given the first three levels of the Nine Transformation Golden Core Technique. They have to rely on themselves. Unless a genius among geniuses appears, or if they receive a heavenly revelation, they won't be able to comprehend or learn the rest of the technique. And this is the only chance for the barbarians to undergo metamorphosis. "
Maxwell summed it up seriously.
He was very clear that in the distant future, this new civilization would definitely clash with humans.
If it was in the past, he might not need to be particularly concerned. After all, in the past, he could not live past a hundred years old, so there was no need to worry about things that would happen thousands of years later.
But now, he had to worry about this because he was confident that by relying on the Alliance's platform, he could continue to break through, and his lifespan could continue to increase. Living for thousands of years would probably not be a problem, as long as no accidents happened to him. In fact, even if an accident happened, as long as his soul was not destroyed, he could still reincarnate into various forms.
However, the price of living for too long was to see many tragic things happen one by one before his eyes.
"If we want to stop them, perhaps only the same God can do it."
…
After Maxwell's intelligence was sent back to Earth, the Alliance's platform quickly transferred this valuable information to the relevant personnel.
Land of Heritage.
Cultivators Assembly.
The big screen was displaying the development history of the migrants … It was just like a history of the founding of a new civilization.
Ren Ruofeng frowned and said, "Looks like we have to speed up the pace of colonizing other planets. Compared to these migrants, our development speed is still too slow. I estimate that in about a hundred years, we'll be left far behind by them. "
"This is bad money driving out good money. The cost of producing magical energy is too low. They only need a little bit of food, but we still have to provide clothing, food, housing, and transportation, as well as all kinds of education and entertainment. From time to time, there are also problems with order … "Someone complained.
"But we're efficient, and we can cultivate more powerhouses." Someone objected.
"Not necessarily. A few days ago, there was a rebel. He was jealous that others cultivated faster than him, so he started beating them up. He was a Pond-level powerhouse and didn't have a management chip injected. Fortunately, he was targeted by Nets Above Snares Below in time, but a floor was almost destroyed by him, and thousands of people were killed or injured. The stronger the individual, the harder it is to manage. These migrants are very smart, and they don't have any moral burden to carry out. "Someone raised a question.
"Yes, if we're purely talking about increasing magical energy productivity, letting the civilians cultivate to the third level of the Nine Transformation Golden Core Technique is the most efficient. Their strength is only Mug-level, so they don't have much combat power. They can't fight against normal guns, and the resources they consume in the early stages are also less. When they cultivate to a higher level, they'll consume a lot of their own magical energy. It's just like raising pigs, they can't be raised until they're very old, and the price-performance ratio is much lower. "Someone said in agreement.
"Hey, you're suspected of discrimination. You're not treating people as humans. Are we a pig farm here? Do we still have to consider the feeding and meat ratio? "The meeting started to get noisy.
For a moment, all kinds of opinions were flying around, and no one could convince anyone.
In the end, should they continue to maintain the strategy of equal opportunities, or should they consider the price-performance ratio and strictly use the law of the market to produce magical energy?
Both sides had people supporting them, and there was a huge controversy.
The conference host started to hit the hammer. "Quiet, everyone, pay attention to order."
"Regarding this new problem, please go back and discuss how to deal with this kind of competition, so as to maintain the civilization advantage of humans on Earth. Although the other party is in the Andromeda Constellation and is very far away from us, in the Era of Mystery, distance is not a problem, and neither is time, "the host said seriously.
The powerhouses quieted down, and then walked out of the meeting one by one. They began to gather their own forces, and discussed this long-term strategy.
They were very clear that this problem seemed very far away, but if they did not pay attention to it now, history would repeat itself.
If they did not establish a strategic advantage now, it would be too late when things came to it.
This was like the layout stage in chess. Once a fatal problem appeared in the layout in the early stage, it would be almost impossible to reverse the situation in the later stage.
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