My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 339 Redstone
"Red stone..."

I don't know when, Zhu Houcong came to Natasha from a distance.

With the sage's reminder, Natasha recognized the names of these ores.

This is a unique mineral in the southern continent. After simple processing, it can become a very efficient energy source.

Therefore, not only did the sages regard it as an advanced substitute for ether energy, but even the wizards regarded it as a precious casting material, and enslaved the local tribes to send young men to dig in the mines.

"It is said that the red stone is a divine mineral vein formed by the blood of the red god who fell into the earth after the death of the red god who was older than the green god and the morning star——"

Natasha looked at the young tribesmen in front of her who were walking toward the tribe with some difficulty carrying heavy baskets filled with red stones, and said.

Many of the people in front of me had their skin stained with red lines one after another due to their long-term mining of red stone and their unprepared exposure to the magical power of red stone.

"They are very ill and may not have much time left."

Natasha noticed that the red lines like vines on many people in front of her had spread to their necks.

A flash of scarlet light flashed in their eyes from time to time.

There is also the uncontrollable trembling that occasionally occurs in the limbs while walking.

It all shows that the tribesmen in front of them have been deeply infiltrated by the curse of the Blood God.

The blood poison has invaded the bone marrow, and his life is short.

She said to Zhu Houcong beside her. Zhu Houcong nodded, but his eyes were focused on the ore behind the tribesmen.

Universal energy...

Good thing - but the side effects are a bit big.

"GuluGulu@￥%..."

Some of the tribesmen not far away saw the whereabouts of Natasha and others.

Seeing the stranger, the warrior responsible for defending the tribe raised his spear with caution.

This is the front line of the war between wizards and sages.

Any mistake could lead to the destruction of the entire tribe.

However, when they heard a familiar grunting sound coming from not far away.

Jin ran out from Natasha with an excited look on his face, calling the names of these tribesmen and beckoning Zhu Houcong and Natasha to come over.

The sudden movement made Natasha subconsciously want to press the switch in her hand and stun Jin to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhu Houcong stopped her in time.

He watched with interest as those in front of him followed Jin and the few strong warriors who seemed to have high status in the tribe.

The tribesmen in front of them, whose spirits were obviously abnormally high because they had been engaged in dangerous labor for many years, now calmed down and went about their work, and their days were numbered.

Of course, what interests Zhu Houcong the most is the scarlet light behind these tribesmen.

Redstone is known as the most secure and stable energy source in the world besides ether.

Universal energy that can be used by wizards, sages, and even ordinary people.

Originally, Zhu Houcong was still worried about the last batch of iron chariots shipped to the Ming Dynasty.

Where can I get so many spiritual stones to power them?

But if you have these energy sources called red stones.

Zhu Houcong felt that he could liberate a group of immortal cultivators in the Ming Dynasty world, instead of sending them all to be mecha pilots and human energy energy stores.

If mortals rely on the power of technology, they will have enough force to protect themselves.

It must also be a good thing for the reforms after Zhu Houcong.

Mortals can continue to develop technology in the rear with peace of mind according to the original historical process, steam engines, internal combustion engines, computers...

However, when mortals use redstone-driven mechas, the protection required currently seems to need to be further improved.

Looking at these young people in front of me who have just grown up, but have already entered the countdown of their lives.

Zhu Houcong thought. Just now in Matruh, the group of sages owed him such a huge favor, and Zhu Houcong planned to let them use their life-saving grace in this regard after returning.

"It turns out to be Lord Sage! You're welcome from afar!"

Not far away, there was a hoarse and dull old voice.

Zhu Houcong looked up and saw an old man with a stooped stature and gray hair who looked like a priest walking from the wooden door of the tribe, surrounded by people.

Compared with the ordinary tribesmen around them wearing animal skins and leaves.

The priest in front of him was wearing a black shabby robe.

But because it was so long ago, there are a lot of holes in it.

Zhu Houcong even saw patches torn from other clothes and covered with lighter gray cloth.

Seeing that Zhu Houcong showed no sign of anger when he looked at the red stones carried behind the tribesmen, the old priest subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lowered his head deeply to show his surrender.

Said.

"I have learned the sage's intention from Jin. Please wait a moment, sage. I will definitely be able to get everything you need within two hours."

Zhu Houcong nodded slightly.

"Please come in and talk in detail~"

The old priest pointed back and led Zhu Houcong and others into the depths of the jungle, into the largest building in the tribal camp.

However, just before arriving at the camp, Natasha looked at the oak and silver battle flags flying on the tent, and her expression changed.

But not yet.

Then he saw that the old priest's expression looked even more panicked than Natasha's.

He simply raised his head, pointed at the young people in the camp and shouted.

"Sages are here, why haven't the flags of the rebel wizards been taken down yet?"

When the young men heard this, they immediately waved down, and then struggled to pull up in front of everyone, but the flag in front of them did not move at all.

"A bunch of useless things, why did the tribe raise you..."

Listening to the angry speech of the old priest beside him.

Feeling his fearful gaze.

Zhu Houcong, who had been paying close attention to the lifestyle of the people in the camp, shook his head.

Said.

"We came in a hurry, so it's considered a nuisance... After we leave, you have to hang the wizards' flag on it again. Why do you need to be so rigidly formal and troublesome?"

Zhu Houcong said, and with Zhu Houcong's guarantee, the old priest next to him stopped forcing a few people.

He asked while apologizing.

"I don't know when the Federation will regain the White Tower. Over the past few days, our tribe has hoarded tens of thousands of large and small red stones, all in order to wait for the King Master to arrive and donate them to the sages..."

The old man next to me started talking nonsense again.

Even Jin couldn't bear to listen.

Both wizards and sages are used as free labor for the tribe.

And their desire for red stone is equally high and low, and even the desire of wizards is deeper.

After all, although the sages control more land, resources, and factories, they still have the ubiquitous resource of ether to utilize. Redstone is only an alternative in some industrial chains that are not suitable for ether energy.

And for the wizards.

Red stone is almost their only choice to surpass the sages in terms of civilization.

(End of this chapter)