The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2701 Your position determines your perspective, and your perspective determines your output.

This is sufficient to demonstrate Li Cang's impregnable professional ethics and his principle of making money through harmony.

In fact, due to the foul ideology and ruthless nature of a certain unnamed "magician lord," many followers who are easily silenced are unaware of, subconsciously ignore, or simply unwilling to acknowledge some extremely superficial issues. For example, in the current Skypiea era, especially in the context of orbital paths, only Li Cang is willing to talk to you before taking action.

Whether it's rambling or academic discussion, the point is, someone as socially awkward as Your Excellency the Magician, who is extremely concerned about his social skills, is unlikely to utter a single word.

The part about interpersonal relationships and accidents.

The storm face clearly showed a significant amount of emotional expression, but to everyone's surprise, even with the mage being so polite, the avatar of faith did not repeat the previous harsh steps. It was holding back so much that the entire storm energy cluster was about to explode, physically presenting a puffed-up posture, which was truly a masterpiece.

The Stormface wasn't like the unbridled, rampaging insectoids. As an embodiment of faith, it naturally possessed a certain degree of professional sensitivity, able to perceive the false god-like definition forcibly imposed upon the insectoids and the war laws of the hound horde. Compared to the insectoids, who were thoroughly overwhelmed by Li Cang's false god-like definition, this creature immediately approached the mage and bluntly stated, "You need faith, and I need to restore my power." Its war wisdom and emotional intelligence were evident. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Even if the communication itself wasn't pleasant, at least the matter was settled, wasn't it?
Thus, after a brief display of power and a fierce exchange, the Stormface departed without lingering, transforming into a torrent of lightning that traced countless rivers through the cracks in the shattered sky.

"Hey, hey, hey, that doesn't count!"

"What a joke," said the magician. "Human relationships are human relationships, and business is business. Do you think borrowing my passage is something that can be resolved with just a few words? It will cost extra."

Upon hearing this, the Stormface shrouded itself in a violent mist, remaining silent and focusing solely on deploying its troops, rapidly moving away from the sky island.

Very soon, very soon!
A line of primitive tribes, whose physical appearance was extremely similar to that of the Mu God tribe, were summoned to the scene. It has to be said that the importance of infrastructure was fully demonstrated at this moment. As long as you have the means, the predecessors plant trees and the successors enjoy the shade. Picking up ready-made highways is so convenient. The petty magician was so angry that his mouth twisted in disbelief.

These primitive tribes are quite numerous, probably numbering in the hundreds of thousands or even millions. It's unclear where they usually hide. Men, women, and children all wear animal skins and carry bone spears. They are tall, dark, and strong, and even have their own servants, who are strangely shaped and of high rank.

Upon their arrival, these guys immediately launched into a frenzied sacrificial ritual.

With a clang, they shoved the totem poles that represented the embodiment of their faith into the void, and scattered tens of thousands of alienated lives and human sacrifices, along with entire clusters of miniature floating islands and their trees, grass, soil, rocks, and minerals, as offerings on the spot.

Suddenly, the situation changed drastically and strange phenomena appeared.

Visibly, these guys' auras have risen to a whole new level. If we were to describe them in terms of tiers, their average aura would be roughly equivalent to a mutated bloodline creature going directly from the upper-middle stage of the fifth stage to the top of the sixth stage.

"no?"

The brutal buff amount left even the mage bewildered. His war law was at most a few times stronger, so what did it mean to jump to a higher realm right from the start? This completely changed the nature of the situation!

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They even enjoyed the blessings from their allies, including but not limited to the War Laws granted by the Mage himself, without any delay.

"Damn!" Everyone inside and outside the battlefield who witnessed this was cursing. "Good, good, is this what it feels like to have connections? Second-generation gods, no, I mean, are all the Primordial Celestials who don't follow the technological or bloodline path this arrogant?"

This primitive tribe's level of civilization is visibly low. They communicate mainly by shouting, and their strategies and tactics rely mainly on charging. Even the Mu tribe cannot arouse their interest. Any unit not protected by the laws of war can be their target, dead or alive, including all kinds of constructs, ships, modified islands, energy and physical weapons themselves. Any mechanical mule that passes by will get hit by two big shovels.

The hearts of those who served both on and off the battlefield instantly stirred, tinged with a hint of the smug satisfaction that Homo sapiens felt towards Neanderthals—

"So, the existence of a brain really does affect output."

"Holy crap, that's brutal."

"Brilliant!"

A few teasing words and a few laughs will suffice. It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches insects, it's a good cat. At times like this, even if you bring out a scavenger who specializes in cooking, they might not be able to stand it. As long as you're alive, you have the right to bark. Being arranged by the scavengers is your dish, but that's their way of survival. That's the survival of the fittest in the Sky Island era.

In short, this is clearly another one that is unafraid of the invasive nature of the insectoid form. Those who were just observing from the edge of the core area of ​​the battlefield have no right to criticize it, after all, it is truly willing to risk its life to fill the gaps. And the followers have only started to increase their participation in this war in the last two days, as the KPI itself is pitifully low.

At Base 3/7, a group of veteran and experienced dengoists looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a long, frantic struggle, Bei Zhikang managed to squeeze out a sentence: "So, this kind of thing not only exists, but it can actually be used for communication?"

Rao Qifang scoffed, "Tch, that's really lowbrow."

Old Deng coughed repeatedly from the choking, and Tang Ziye picked up the conversation and took the lead: "So these things are so good-tempered? Teacher Cang can even bargain with them?"

Jin Yujing: "Tch~"

Zhao Yang didn't give him a friendly look at all and immediately launched an attack: "Ha, no wonder you have such a wild name but can only guard this little corner of the base. You can't even tell a good face from a bad one. Your Highness, have some mercy and give this idiot a piece of his mind?"

"Oh," Qin Zhenzhen pouted, reluctantly and half-deadly saying, "I came here to freeload, so the boss said welcome to Anti-Die Road and asked if it had seen the other big dad. It said no and started probing. The boss disliked it because it was the embodiment of faith rather than the power itself, and it disliked the boss for having no faith. We disliked each other and wished each other well, but it still wanted to use the boss's high-speed to pick up people. The boss said it would cost extra to do so, and that's it!"

"Clam?"

While Tang Ziye was still dumbfounded, the weight that had been hanging in his heart finally lifted.