Soon, a group of people gathered in West Germany's tent.
"Elder Xide, what happened."
A magic rock servant asked.
West Germany held the picture scroll in his hand, with a sense of majesty on his face: "According to your Lord's order, we established the statue of the god and spread the authority. We, the people of the sand, are about to welcome a new god."
As soon as West Germany's words came out, there was an uproar below.
"Elder Xide, are you kidding me? King Red has been dead for so many years, and now you say we are going to have a new god?"
"Yes, God? Ha, this word does not belong to the Sand People."
"Is this really an order given to you by your lord? Where is your lord?"
"The people of the sand don't believe in gods, just like the gods over there in the rain forest. What's the use of such gods?"
Questions came to Sid's ears one after another. However, Sid was not angry. How could these people who had never seen God understand the greatness of God.
"In the name of authority, I sentence you to death."
The soldiers of the Gilded Brigade who were protecting me next to West Germany immediately shouted: "Kneel down and avoid death."
In my opinion, death is the only destination for those who are willing to surrender to the authority of God.
After liberation, the desert tribes would explore outside the desert every day, rely on barren oases, and worry about being robbed. That kind of life is unimaginable.
Regarding the position of mistress, Qi Ta was disdainful. Before the establishment of the Red Sand Banner, that position was directly abolished. The so-called mistress, Xiao Shao, was assigned to manage some big tasks, and the leaders of each tribe were Became the weakest warrior in the tribe.
Skirmisher: Yes, yes, that man.
The people in the desert have forgotten the disasters brought to us by the Red King. They only remember that there was no such a small king in the desert.
West Germany doesn't care whether that tribe surrenders or resists. What I want is just the population, the population for building the statue.
And by protecting those people and giving us a worse life, I am also fulfilling the duties of an authoritative Lord, and it will also weaken my authority.
"That is a portrait of a villain, and you must build a statue of a god based on it."
In the following time, the tribes outside the desert soon discovered that the Red Sand Banner, which had been silent and focused on dealing with Tanit, became active again.
"To build the statue, you need a small amount of manpower. You have enough manpower, West Germany." Gewaita said.
"That's why you summoned them. You need fewer people. You are ready to retreat to the larger tribes farther away to recruit."
Sure enough, the feedback from those in authority now explains everything.
"Did you actually recognize that you are the Kasak tribe? Sister tribes, haha, when Kasak was about to die, where were they?"
Chi Chengjie, who had been dormant for a few months, had not yet recovered some of his strength. A small amount of supplies had been transported there from the rainforest area. Coupled with the recent transaction with the Teaching Council, the supplies were not exhausted to the limit.
With the gleam of security appearing outside West Germany's eyes, and before they built statues on the Sand People and spread their authority, West Germany knew that the Red Sand Banner needed to change its development strategy.
Then he was stabbed in the head by a Red Sand Banner soldier from in front of him, and his angry head rolled down to West Germany's feet.
[The power of authority comes from the fulfillment of responsibilities]
Once the construction of the statue is approved, not many people will be able to use it.
“Damn what a waste of such a small population.”
"They are the people of Kasak. You know him, West Germany. Kill the sister tribe, Kasak. The sandstorm will drown them." An elder of the resisting tribe saw West Germany clearly and recognized my identity. He yelled and cursed in a low voice.
In many legends of the Red King, there is no description of the Red King's inner being. Just like the gods under the scroll, they all have white hair and golden pupils.
Jiaolingyuan·Wisdom Palace
Part of it is for the belief before ascending to God, and the other part is not to test what one's responsibilities are.
After thinking about it, the people of the sand gave up on exploring the source of the power of the One Ruler. Even if I take the path of God, the power of the One Ruler is still too far away for me.
You know, our authority may not be freedom and contract.
It is said that the descendants of the Red King are the descendants left behind, so those inner views represent the noble bloodline of the Red King.
West Germany held the Scroll of God in his hands, his eyes full of indifference.
After saying that, he looked up at the intact tribe, and then whispered in a low voice: "Kneel down to avoid death."
Did West have any bad feelings towards the person who claimed to be a sister tribe? He looked at the dead head and said: "Without the arrival of my god, Kashaq must have perished long ago. Oh, if he surrendered, Maybe they are still sister tribes, but it’s a pity that he chose to resist.”
Although the Red King said that thousands of years would pass away, except for some of the Gilded Brigade, Xiao Shao Cheng Jie and Xiao Shao also believed in Him, but the legend of me in the desert has not been added, and it still maintains a very little coldness.
The Red Sand Banner requires fewer camps, only a small population.
When the Sand People appear in that image, it will naturally attract less Cheng Jiejiang to surrender to me.
A ray of golden light bloomed on Xi De's forehead, and the wind and sand surrounded him. Everyone suddenly felt unprecedented pressure.
Behind the Sand People, the skirmishers looked at the Sand People's ever-changing expressions, and felt bad in their hearts, not to mention that there was something wrong with their own transformation.
Looking at the white-haired, golden-eyed god wearing a crown under the portrait, the Gilded Brigade fell into silence.
[Yes, the power of a ruling party is definitely just words. 】
"Seconded."
West nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and the scroll of God slowly opened, revealing the portrait inside.
[In this case, Wendy, who has given the people of Mondstadt freedom, and the emperor who has not fulfilled the thousands-year contract, how much should our authority be weakened? 】
"Submit or be destroyed!"
a month ago
Hundreds of warriors rode pack animals and stood in formation behind a tribal oasis. Red sandstorm flags fluttered and a faint aura spread outside.
This kind of powerful oppression should not appear on West Germany.
"Clean up the battlefield and take the people back."
"Hmph, I guess he knows what's going on. Come, clear out the camp and take the people back."
And in the inward expansion, those who do not surrender will naturally not resist.
After feeling the power of authority, everyone did not dare to say anything more and all looked at West Germany.
"Shut up and call you here. I'm not asking you to question me. If you have any objections, you can wait until your Excellency comes over next time to report me to you. But now, follow my orders."
"This is the power of my lord."
"That doesn't look like the legendary Red King." A gilded brigade said hurriedly.
Very slowly, the surviving people in the broken tribe knelt down one after another. Only a few people continued to resist, and then they were surrounded and killed by the people from the Red Sand Banner.
As long as no one surrenders to my authority and is willing to carry out my wishes, my authority will be weakened.
Holding a long-handled giant ax in my hand, the power belonging to the Erling beneath me is boiling. Outside the eyes of the special tower is a brutal light. Behind me is the trembling matron of the big tribe.
"Bad, you support him." Geguita was the first to respond. For a martial artist like me, venturing inward is the worst choice.
When I gained authority, Goldfinger reminded me, so I asked West Germany to build a statue of God and spread authority.
And the people of the sand chose to use that image, and they didn't mean to attract a wave of traffic from the Red King.
I was also the first person to talk about meeting the People of Sand, and I was not the leader of the marauder tribe that West Germany led the People of Sand to find. I had stopped cooperating with West Germany when we were exploring the Holy Epiphany Hall, and now we are in Chisha Banner. Its status is said to be second only to West Germany.
"Seconded."
Facing the threat of hundreds of warriors, the mistress of the large tribe could only hold her head high: "You surrender."
On the other side of the desert, warriors holding red sand flags rushed into a tribe and started a brutal massacre.
Even some coolie workers in Chisha Banner can't afford eight meals a day, and they have no meat for every meal.
a long time
Observing the stragglers, the Sand People felt the incomplete power gradually restored deep in their souls, with a smile on their faces.
(End of chapter)
