Chapter 210
210 – Establishing a City Overnight, the Miracle City
The extraordinary plant Blood-Sucking Demonic Rattan seeds had to devour a lot of blood after being stimulated by magic. Once they managed to devour a lot of blood, their use would come to an end, and they could transform and split into 2 seeds via magic. Otherwise, they would wilt and turn into ash.
In the Turandot Subcontinent’s underground world, dark elves would feed many criminals and slaves, who have lost their use, to the Blood-Sucking Demonic Rattans in order to cultivate the terrifying extraordinary plants.
After taking control of the Turandot Subcontinent’s dark elves, Yang Feng learned all the methods they wielded.
When the people saw Yang Feng wreck the ferocious 2,000-strong Beastmen Empire’s Wolf Cavalry by himself, their eyes flashed with a trace of reverence. Now they had a bit more confidence in their future.
In a corner of the Red Earth Wasteland.
Looking at the sky, Artais' complexion suddenly changed greatly and he exclaimed: “The Copper Wolf Tribe’s Wolf Cavalry lost!!”
Gerald's eyes flashed with incredulity, saying: “How is that possible? These bandits, the Copper Wolf Tribe, have a 2,000-strong Wolf Cavalry, which is extremely fierce. In this Red Earth Wasteland, an unknown number of caravans suffered under them. Even if the 2,000-strong Wolf Cavalry was consumed, it should be able to consume all of his spell slots. How could they be defeated? What happened?”
With a complicated expression in his eyes, Artais gave a long sigh, saying: “I also don't know. I only know that the Copper Wolf Tribe’s Wolf Cavalry lost!”
Gerald's eyes were bloodshot. He suggested: “His victory over the Copper Wolf Tribe’s Wolf Cavalry should have come at a great cost. How about we attack him now?”
Artais shook his head and said very sensible: “It's too dangerous! The Great Wizard was able to defeat the Copper Wolf Tribe’s Wolf Cavalry so easily. If we were to attack him, we might not necessarily be his match. The risk is too high!”
“Bastard!!” Gerald cursed and stomped his feet.
A black bird dropped from the sky and landed on Gerald’s shoulder.
Gerald's eyes lit up and he took a white piece of paper from the black bird. He stared at the white piece of paper for a while before finally revealing a smile: “No, I don’t think we’ll have to go. The stronger Master Ian is, the better. The Elven Empire’s people will arrive tomorrow.”
Artais also revealed a smile: “That’s right. The stronger he is, the better. It would be troublesome if he’s too weak.”
When night fell, the entire land was shrouded in darkness.
Yang Feng, alike a specter, rushed out of the camp and arrived next to the camp.
With a wave of his hand, the extraordinary plant Iron Bamboo seeds flew into the air.
A peculiar glint flashed past his eyes and he pressed on his chest. Immediately after, a dense swarm of mechanical bees flew out. Very accurately, the mechanical bees caught the Iron Bamboo seeds and landed on the ground.
Yang Feng took out a pouch and opened it. A large amount of green magic powder flew out of the pouch, fluttered in the wind, and flew towards the Iron Bamboo seeds.
When the green magic powder flew over, very strangely, the Iron Bamboo seeds swiftly germinated and thrust their roots deep into the ground, deeply rooting them. Meanwhile, their sprouts extended until a over 10 meters tall.
The dense swarm of mechanical bees flew back to Yang Feng and entered his Dimensional Crest.
Yang Feng took out another Dimensional Crest and pressed it. Suddenly, the Mofen Demonic Polar Bear mechanical battle beast appeared.
The Mofen Demonic Polar Bear’s life force surged and it brandished its paw. A tremendous amount of earth elemental particles shrouded the land and large quantities of soil extended, and covered the over-10-meter-tall Iron Bamboos.
Yang Feng took out another pouch, opened it, and snapped his fingers. A large amount of red Steel-Tempering Magic Powder suddenly flew out and landed on the soil covering the Iron Bamboos, swiftly turning the soil as hard as steel.
The Steel-Tempering Magic Powder, which was a material used to build some simple houses in the Great Cloud Dynasty, was now used in the Red Earth Wasteland by Yang Feng.
Amid flickers of magic radiance, a 16-meter-tall, 10 kilometers in diameter city wall was silently erected in the darkness.
Early next morning the sun illuminated the land.
“A city wall!! It’s a city wall!! Come and see, there’s a city here!! There’s a city here!!”
A screaming suddenly erupted in the camp.
“What happened? A city wall! What city wall?”
Nancy opened her eyes and looked around with great vigilance. After hesitating for a while, she took the small hand of the still sleepy Nanni and walked outside. No matter where or when, she didn’t dare leave her precious daughter’s side.
As soon as she left the camp, Nancy saw a 16-meter-tall and 10 kilometers in diameter city wall appear before her.
Nancy looked stupefied: “This, this giant city wall clearly wasn’t here yesterday! What power could build such a majestic city wall overnight?!”
“This is a revelation of the mighty gods!! This is a miracle!!”
“That’s right. The mighty gods took pity on us and performed this miracle!!”
“…”
Looking at the majestic, giant city wall that suddenly appeared, many slaves wept, knelt on the ground, silently recited various prayers, and confessed their sins to their gods, longing for redemption.
“This is the mighty Master Ian’s power! It was the mighty Master Ian who built this city, who built this Miracle City overnight!! Now, let’s call his name and thank him for granting us this miraculous shelter!!” Clive led the 200 Iman Principality’s royal guards over and shouted.
“Thank you, mighty Master Ian, for granting us this Miracle City, for sparing us from the treachery of nature and giving us a place to call home. We sincerely thank you for your gift!” Lina immediately bowed her head and said extremely piously. Under her lead, the Iman Principality’s maids also began to call Yang Feng’s pseudonym. Under their influence, the other slaves also began to praise their master.
Under the light from the morning sun, Yang Feng, bathed in a sacred light, slowly walked out of the city. He looked like a god among people.
Yang Feng said faintly: “I grant you this residence! From today on, as long as you work hard for 3 years, I’ll abolish your slave status, return you your freedom, and let you become my subjects!”
“Thank you, mighty Master Ian, for granting us this Miracle City, for sparing us from the treachery of nature and giving us a place to call home. We sincerely thank you for your gift!” First, the slaves saw the Miracle City that appeared overnight, then, they heard Yang Feng promise them freedom and saw the sacred aura around him. Their minds surging, the slaves gradually prostrated themselves on the ground and loudly praised Yang Feng.
“The level-1 spell Light of Intervention has no offensive power. When used properly, however, this spell is really outstanding.” Yang Feng operated a secret method and his eyes flashed with dim magic radiance. He clearly saw weak faith power being released from the slaves and gathered on him.
In fact, the heroes who left their marks in the Feisuo Plane’s history, they all had millions upon millions of sentient beings silently call their names and bless them with faith power. Some of the extremely outstanding legendary heroes, whose names were called throughout the entire plane, easily ignited their godfire and became demigods.
However, on the Feisuo Plane, the method to become a god was concealed by gods from the secular world. Only with heaven-defying luck could a demigod come across the divine domain of a fallen god, absorb it, and directly promote to a god.
The traces of faith power exuding from the slaves was of little to no help when it came to becoming a god. Moreover, without subjects praying to statues every day, the faith power would gradually dissipate.
A mature church with countless pious believers providing an endless stream of faith power was the foundation of a god.
Yang Feng turned and slowly walked toward the city he named the Miracle City.
The people of the convoy packed their luggage before slowly entering the Miracle City.
The Miracle City was empty inside, it had no buildings.
The slaves began to build some simple buildings. Everyone was working enthusiastically, and their hearts were filled with hope.
It was a miracle that a city appeared in the Red Earth Wasteland, which was devoid of construction materials. Yang Feng's promise constituted a great temptation for the slaves.
In the Feisuo Plane, slaves were the property of their master. The descendants of slaves were also slaves and the property of their master. The master could randomly mete out punishment. Even if the master were to kill his slave, he wouldn’t be criticized, nor would he have violated any laws.
No master would easily give up their slaves and grant them freedom. But now, Yang Feng promised them the identity of citizens after 3 years of work, which naturally left them very excited and energetic.
Standing atop the city wall, Yang Feng overlooked his people and the corners of his mouth rouse, revealing a smile.
On the Turandot Subcontinent, Yang Feng handed the robots everything to manage, while he himself entered closed door cultivation in order to upgrade his strength. He found that personally managing those slaves was fun.