Lingtian War Lord disappeared.
Gone from the battlefield in a flash.
When he appeared in front of people again, there was no good spot in his body.
All the bones were broken and the face was swollen like a pig's head.
It stands to reason that a four-lingual god of war would not be so seriously injured, but he was actually unable to heal himself.
When he first came out, he kept talking nonsense.
He said that he was pressed to the ground and rubbed by two golden-armored god generals.
People speculated that the God of Fire appeared and captured him into the spirit's space.
Only Jia Chao knew that when Ling Tian was not paying attention, he projected a teleportation circle at his feet and sent him into the arena space.
The two great generals Shen Tu and Yu Lei "served" Jia Chao in the same way they usually treated him.
This kind of service made Ling Tian stay at the headquarters of Senluo Presbyterian Church for several days.
It also alarmed some real senior officials in the Presbyterian Church.
"You said that he has at least mastered the power of four elements, among which there is only one friendly element, the element of flesh and blood?"
War Lord Lingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, was answering the questions of the five old men in front of him honestly.
Among them, the one who asked the most questions was an old lady with a big gourd on her back.
"Report to Sage Mengyun." Ling Tian raised his eyes and looked at the old lady, "He also has a very sharp double-edged straight knife!"
Hearing this, Sage Meng Yun looked solemnly at his four similarly aged companions.
These four people all have very special items in their hands.
An old man with a long beard was holding a strange stick. The stick was red and black, and the red half seemed to be very hot.
Another old man with all his teeth missing held a folding fan, the handle of which was already coated with starch.
There was also an old man without a beard, with a pair of boards made of unknown material hanging from his waist.
The one on the far side is a woman with a baby face but completely white hair.
There is a large sword on her back that is much longer than her height. It is in the shape of a Yanyue sword.
The items in their hands all look so unique and do not look like products from this world.
Several people looked at each other and reached a consensus.
"It seems that that boy has the artifact left by the God of Creation in his hand. No wonder he advanced so quickly!" said the old man with a long beard.
"But...if a divine weapon is born, how can we not know about it?" said Mengyun Sage, who was carrying a gourd.
Everyone was silent after hearing this.
After a long time, the baby-faced white-haired woman said:
"I wonder if you all remember that before the great chaos, two elemental spirits escaped from the Burial of Souls. Later, the [Sword in the Stone] that suppressed the Burial of Souls disappeared!"
The other four people all looked horrified when they heard this.
"Yes! Yes! After the Sword in the Stone disappeared, there was a problem with the restrictions in the Creation Valley, and even the Creation Tower disappeared out of thin air!" The old man holding the folding fan agreed.
Sage Mengyun: "But didn't the Sword in the Stone come back recently?"
Baby-faced woman: "I'm back, but the Sword in the Stone is much darker!"
"Yes! Yes!" The old man with the folding fan echoed again: "The timing of the return of the Sword in the Stone must be related to the rise of that boy!"
Everyone deeply agreed upon hearing this.
"So, that boy should have fulfilled the dream of Qinghong girl, and was sent by the God of Creation to save the world. We shouldn't take action against him!"
Sage Mengyun glanced at Ling Tian who was kneeling on the ground, "Have you discussed the attack on the Flame Stone Tribe with the Bird Tribe?"
At this time, Ling Tian's face was flushed red, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"This...that...Qinghong, her...Hundred Birds Tribe..."
Ling Tian hesitated for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything.
At this time, the baby-faced white-haired woman spoke for him:
"Girl Qinghong led the Hundred Birds Tribe to break away from the Council of Elders. Now the entire Hundred Birds Tribe is nowhere to be found, as if it has disappeared from the mainland!"
"Ah?" Sage Mengyun and the other four people couldn't sit still after hearing this. They stood up and stared at Ling Tian with sharp eyes.
Seeing this, Ling Tian could only bury his head lower.
…
Meanwhile, Brownstone Mt.
Jia Chao is taking Sang Xian to inspect the city.
The tribesmen who were transported to the Forbidden Spirit Realm that day all became prisoners of the Divine Fire Legion after the war.
The powerful Lingtian War Lord was defeated by Jia Chao. How could the other gray-level war gods dare to come forward?
They fled the battlefield one after another, leaving those poor ordinary people behind.
Jia Chao did not force these people to stay, but most of them stayed.
Because of faith.
Many people were originally forced to join the war, but after seeing Jia Chao's power, they chose to stay in Brownstone Mountain.
After all, they had already made a wrong choice once and didn't want to make it a second time.
So Jia Chao asked Sang Xian to organize the manpower to allocate those who were willing to stay and station them in the outer city of Brownstone Mountain.
The arrival of these people brought the permanent population of Brownstone Mountain to 100,000 again.
Regarding the arrangement of these people, Jia Chao’s opinion is:
Send them all to the workshop for work!
One hundred thousand soldiers are sent to the electronics factory to make screws. Each of them earns 3,000 yuan a month. They can also earn 300 million yuan a month!
This is how the demographic dividend comes.
As for the products to be produced, the R&D department in Lingxiao City has developed many practical things based on the thinking provided by Jia Chao.
There are daily necessities made of stone bone composite materials, including but not limited to various hardware tools, labor instruments that are convenient for ordinary people to use, etc.
In addition, light industries such as textile workshops have also begun to develop because some tribal people found crops such as cotton.
For a time, the economy in the Brownstone Mountains boomed.
Economic prosperity will inevitably bring about cultural prosperity.
As a result, Brownstone Mountain has become a sacred mountain in people's minds.
Not only the various tribes in Baimu Grassland frequently send people to make pilgrimages, but also people from distant surrounding areas come to study.
It is for this reason that the war fought by the Senluo Elders against the Yanshi Tribe was called the Battle of the Holy Mountain by later generations.
This war became a turning point in mainland history.
It was precisely because of this war that the Shenhuo Cult and the civilized ideas deliberately released by Jia Chao began to spread across the continent like wildfire.
As for the outcome of this war, although it was a bit embarrassing, it ended under the control of the Senluo Presbyterian Church.
The Presbyterian Church did not issue any announcement, neither did they acknowledge the defeat, nor did they conduct further crusade against Jia Chao and the Shenhuo Sect.
It seems that they have acquiesced in the existence of Shenhuo Cult and Jia Chao.
When this result reached Yun Hui's ears, he made him laugh.
"Those old guys from the Presbyterian Church are getting better and better! Since you don't want to fight, let me fight you!"
