Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Without further hesitation, the guards each took one side of Guo Feng, who was limp as a rag doll, and dragged him outside.

"General! Spare me! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Give me another chance! I will definitely take Iron Wall Pass, General!"

"General! General, you can't kill me! I still have a plan! I still have..."

Guo Feng's cries and pleas for mercy faded into the distance.

Finally, as the curtains fell, the tent fell into a deathly silence once more.

Only the captain who came to report on the provisions remained, kneeling on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf.

Yuwen Biao closed his eyes, panting heavily, a piercing pain shooting through his broken chest.

After his anger subsided, a chilling sensation shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He began to carefully recall all the strange things that had happened since the start of this campaign.

That towering, impossibly tall black wall that appeared out of nowhere.

That mysterious archer whose arrows could shoot from a kilometer away with astonishing power.

And then there's Lin Mo, who never showed up from beginning to end.

All of this had an inexplicable eeriness about it.

Although Guo Feng was foolish, he might have been right about one thing.

There must be something fishy about this.

He felt that from the very beginning, he had stepped into a carefully laid trap.

He was like a blindfolded pig, being led by the nose, step by step towards the slaughterhouse.

If we stay here, our supplies will run out, morale will collapse, and we'll only face certain death.

Yuwen Biao suddenly opened his eyes, a desperate and ruthless glint flashing within them.

"Pass on my orders."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable determination.

"The entire army is to break camp and return to Zhenbeicheng!"

……

Zhenbei City, Yuwen Biao's master bedroom.

Lin Mo lay sprawled on the warm jade bed, savoring Qin Ruxue's adorable exasperation at the end, feeling quite pleased with himself.

The wives in my family are all more interesting than the last.

He closed his eyes contentedly, his mind sinking into the map of his empire.

The newly lit golden area representing Zhenbei City is a behemoth on the entire map.

In comparison, Blackwind City and Ironwall Pass are like two beginner villages that are just a bonus next to the main city.

A semi-transparent panel automatically popped up in Lin Mo's consciousness.

[Territory]: Zhenbei City

[Lord]: Lin Mo

Status: Everything is in ruins and waiting to be rebuilt.

Population: 345,821

[Public Sentiment]: -15 (Public anxiety and disorder prevail; after the curfew, no one dares to go out for fear of being silenced.)

[Public Security]: -30 (Chaos and disorder, many looters taking advantage of the chaos, government system paralyzed.)

[Rumor]: The host kills without a knife, taking the head of a general from a hundred meters away with a hairpin. He is the "Demon Lord of Impermanence" who has mastered evil arts.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"The Impermanent Demon Lord?"

Hey, this nickname sounds way more fashionable than "man-eating hungry ghost" or "millennial old demon".

However, the -15 public sentiment and -30 security level are still quite appalling.

It seems that tonight's commotion has indeed frightened these hundreds of thousands of ordinary people quite a bit.

Oh well, it's all part of our old profession.

Anyway, I have more than I can use up the Hegemony Points I have now.

Lin Mo sat up straight and began the familiar "Civilization: The North" game segment.

His thoughts lightly touched the map.

"Repair all damaged houses, shops, and streets throughout the city!"

[Consume 80000 wood, 120000 stone, and 30000 Hegemony Points to repair?]

"build!"

"Unblock all clogged sewers and drains within the city!"

[Consuming...?]

"Pass!"

"Clear all battlefield debris, ruins, and corpses from the entire city!"

[Consuming...?]

"clear!"

As Lin Mo performed a series of actions, miracles once again unfolded throughout Zhenbei City.

An old blacksmith was awakened in the middle of the night by a loud noise outside. He grabbed his hammer and rushed out, thinking that some gang was fighting again.

He then saw that the muddy road in front of the door, which had been riddled with potholes for more than a decade, was slowly moving and smoothing itself out.

One by one, bluestone slabs emerged from the ground, fitting together seamlessly to eventually form a brand-new, smooth road.

The old blacksmith's hammer fell to the ground with a clang.

The widow in the south of the city was holding her child and crying over the leaky roof.

Suddenly, a ray of golden light enveloped the entire dilapidated house, and the beams and tiles flew up on their own.

Not only were the leaks repaired, but the cracked walls were also reinforced, and even the weeds in the yard were cleared away.

The widow, holding her child, immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly towards the roof.

"A deity! A deity has appeared!"

Similar exclamations echoed in every corner of Zhenbei City.

On the other side, in Dongshi.

This area suffered the most severe damage.

The streets were littered with scorch marks and rubble from the explosion, and many houses and shops collapsed in the chaos, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Chu Mengyao changed out of her tattered clothes and put on a clean military uniform.

She was leading a troop of the Mountain-Shaking Army to pacify the people and maintain order.

But faced with faces filled with fear, anger, and despair, even with her silver tongue, she felt somewhat powerless.

"Don't worry, everyone! The new city lord has ordered that the government will..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a ragged middle-aged man.

"The government? Which government? We only trust the Mountain-Shaking Army!"

The man said, his eyes red.

"Miss Chu, tell us, our home is gone, where will we live? What will we eat?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cries and questions rose from all around, and the little order that had just been established collapsed instantly.

"My shop burned down! How am I going to survive?!"

"My stall was buried too! That was the life of my whole family!"

Chu Mengyao gritted her teeth, preparing to speak again and promise, using the reputation of the Shaking Mountain Army as a guarantee.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

A slight hum came from the ground beneath my feet, and strands of pale golden light seeped out from the cracks in the stone pavement.

Everyone stopped crying and looked at their feet with surprise and uncertainty.

"What...what is that?"

"Has the earth dragon turned over?"

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Among the ruins of those collapsed houses, the broken bricks and broken wooden beams seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand and slowly floated into the air.

They cleaned themselves off and then reassembled themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A restaurant that had been half-destroyed by a bomb rose from the ground amidst golden light, and its dilapidated walls were quickly restored.

The charred signboard was restored to its original state, and even the broken doors and windows looked brand new.

A street riddled with potholes, the ground itself wriggling and swallowing up rubble and debris.

Then, brand-new bluestone slabs appeared out of thin air, paving a smooth and clean road.

Panic turned into deathly silence, and the deathly silence then transformed into frenzy.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"It's a fairy! The fairy is taking pity on us!"

In the crowd, someone knelt down first.

Immediately afterwards, the dark mass of people knelt down like a tidal wave, kowtowing frantically at this unbelievable sight, muttering incantations.

Chu Mengyao stood there, completely stunned, staring blankly at everything that was happening.

She suddenly remembered Tiebiguan, with its impossibly clean streets and uniform houses, just like the scene before her!

Is it...

The image of that man involuntarily surfaced in Chu Mengyao's mind.

The man who leaped from the clock tower with her in his arms, the man who took the general's head with a hairpin, the man who always wore a lazy and playful smile.

Chu Mengyao subconsciously looked up, gazing in the direction of the city lord's mansion in the city center.

For the first time, those clear, cold eyes were filled with indescribable shock and bewilderment.

Did he do all of this?

He can change the world with a wave of his hand!?