I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Chapter 617: Chapter 448: The Shadow of War Failure_2

“No, no, no, there’s no need to panic!”

“We still need half a year to prepare, we’re just informing everyone in advance!” said the lizard man hastily.

He performed a unique gesture of courtesy: “There’s nothing else. I wish our human friends can overcome the anomalies outside.”

“May we all endure in this harsh world, prospering forever!”

The brief meeting ended just like that.

The lizard people carefully anticipated the uncertain future, taking this step requires a lot of courage.

On the human side, there was a small stir.

Fate ahead is diverging at a crossroad.

Civilizations hiding in the Safe Zone and those leaving it will face entirely different destinies.

The Rize Civilization, originally technologically inferior to them, is going to open the Safe Zone even earlier, causing a subtle sense of tension among everyone.

Once falling behind, there’s a risk of being permanently left behind.

…

“Look at others striving together in unity, while we are a scattered mess!”

The ruler of Lingbo City of the Eighth Branch, Digdit, called an urgent internal meeting.

His rage peaked, his pupils blazing red, he lashed out at the Communicator: “You all are utterly useless!”

“Two full years and you’ve only completed this little work!”

“If it wasn’t for your slight usefulness, I would order you to swallow your guns and kill yourselves right now!”

“Are we going to be outdone by a bunch of lizards? You are nothing but excrement in your trousers!!”

The government officials, experts, and scholars of other cities trembled before the Communicator screen, not uttering a word, allowing him to berate them.

In these two years, Digdit has controlled about 10 cities, nearly five hundred high-ranking government officials, military commanders, and gang leaders through the Communicator with his “Control” ability!

This is a massive political force!

They completely obey his commands.

Of course, there are a few cities that had preemptively disabled the Communicator’s “Superpower transmission” feature, so they could not be controlled.

Ten cities is not a small number, there are resource cities, industrial cities, and… major population cities! With a total population of nearly sixty million!

After venting, Digdit regained some calmness and sneered: “Be grateful to me!”

“If it weren’t for my forceful control over you, humans would never be able to unite, remaining forever fallen in the Safe Zone!”

“The leader is wise!” His subordinates responded in chorus, very loudly.

“Now you still have a chance, get things done immediately, and you shall have the opportunity to survive.”

Digdit’s tone shifted: “Yamamoto, how is the construction of the super fortress going on your side? That thing is crucial! It cannot be inferior to the Rize Civilization’s Floating Fortress!”

“Yes, sir!” The official from East Gold City bowed deeply, nodding eagerly, “Still needs more time.”

Digdit said: “Don’t let me hear that insincere apology. I just want to know, when can we be ready for battle? That ‘Demon’ is getting stronger every day!”

“I want an answer now, immediately! If you cannot provide one, go shoot yourself now!”

The man named Yamamoto nodded incessantly, his clothes soaked with sweat.

The atmosphere grew increasingly silent.

Even across a Communicator, the sweat was unstoppable.

The twelfth human branch, Xini City, is also responsible for building a Floating Fortress. Knowing that it’s his turn next, he forced a smile: “Leader, don’t be in such a hurry. Objective reality cannot be twisted by subjective will. Our single city, lacking steel and fuel, faces many difficulties…”

“I estimate, it will take another two and a half years…”

Red light flared in Digdit’s eyes: “You all deserve death, like bastards born from a thousand fathers!”

Yamamoto immediately said: “No, just two years, only one year! We will surely complete the construction of the Floating Fortress, and allow you to control that ‘Demon’…”

Digdit sneered, knowing well that these people tended to report nonsense data, saying one and a half years, only to take longer as they worked.

“Yes, we assure you,” they said.

His tone was icy cold: “Whatever method you use, show your ruling power!”

“Bring any dissident to the Communicator, let me Control them; if there are riots, suppress them with firearms!”

“Do you think this is Earth? Cancel all weekends! If you don’t work overtime, do you want to die?!”

Digdit spoke in that deep voice: “The city that develops the slowest will ultimately be used for a Blood Sacrifice, turned into Spirit Essence necessary for Controlling the Demon.”

“Don’t think I’m joking—this is a necessary sacrifice—for all of Humanity!”

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and shouted in unison: “Yes!”

“Additionally, the work of propaganda can now begin. Without Extraordinary Resources, nothing can be accomplished.”

“Propagate this: As long as we can obtain resources from the outside, each and every one of us can become a Superman!”

“Dismissed!”

Carrying their tasks, people left with heavy hearts.

A heavy mountain weighed on everyone’s mind, as if dark clouds had obscured the sky.

Could Humanity really overcome the enemy?

Could it really survive perpetually and forever thrive?

Nobody knows.

…

…

The Ability to “Control” is powerful, but it’s impossible to Control tens of millions of people.

Besides, the operation of a City isn’t just up to a few city leaders.

The leader of Old Deli was an old man with a white beard; he was not a Brahmin but rather born of a low caste. Yet, the city’s economic lifeline was still controlled by high caste, a force, a social inertia, and not any single individual.

With a heavy heart, looking at a city filled with slums… what would become of a city once it is chosen for a Blood Sacrifice?

He began to inspect a place called “Tabi High-tech Production Base.”

Old Deli initially planned to use 80% of its industrial materials for manufacturing weapons, but plans and reality are often worlds apart, with corruption and embezzlement being so rampant that it can’t be managed!

For example, fuel—if you take some, and I take some, isn’t it just split up already?

They didn’t have much oil reserves to begin with.

Steel reserves were also embezzled straight away.

Moreover, there have been several factory fires over the last year, destroying valuable production materials—nobody knows if these were really accidents or thefts…

Last month’s ground explosion of a tactical missile earned them a thorough scolding from Digdit.

Thankfully, The Yin Trio always kept high morale, no difficulty could stop their march forward!

“We will become one of the top three greatest Cities of Humanity!!” the old man shouted, inspiring his subordinates.

“Tabi High-tech Production Base carries the weighty responsibility of civilization’s development! We must quicken our pace, a great tomorrow awaits us.”

Perhaps because it was a superpower in the spiritual world, Old Delhi produced a remarkable number of Divine Skill Users specializing in “Engraving Reading,” reaching as high as twenty-one, higher than other Cities.

Suddenly, a report arrived from a subordinate: “Sir, we’ve found that the Low Temperature Resistance Engraving protection system might end up substandard due to shoddy workmanship.”

The Low Temperature Resistance Engraving protection system, a large metal shell, is an essential protection for the Floating Fortress against the Demon.

Without it, the Demon’s Idealist Interference could cause high-tech weapons to fail, and various electronic chips could be destroyed.

The leader with graying hair immediately said in a low voice: “Show me the specific data…”

“Isn’t this… fine?”

The data on this chart was almost perfect!

Occasional deviations were within the margin of error. A bit of inaccuracy in human creations was nothing out of the ordinary!