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Within the territory of the imaska Empire.

It was one of the wonders of the mammoth structure, the place where the tree of machinery was built.

A giant mechanical tree that was more than 700 meters tall with a dense crown and countless steel branches stretching toward the sky stood majestically, leaving a shadow outline on the ground that covered the sky. Under the shadow, a large number of slaves went on strike, ignoring the angry orders of the supervisors around them, and knelt to the pantheon watch mountain in the northeast.

At this moment.

At this moment, a tall and burly supervisor looked at the slaves who were prostrating on the ground with a gloomy expression.

The imaska Empire was not a good country.

During the construction of the wonder, if the expected progress was not up to standard, all related personnel would be punished. Of course, if the progress was smooth enough, there would be a large reward. The excellent reward and punishment system and the cruel exploitation of slaves had made the efficiency of the construction of the wonder of gargantuan high.

"Get up!"

The tall supervisor kicked over a slave.

The dark brown-skinned slave grunted. His rough skin rubbed against the ground, and a large number of wounds appeared. He was suddenly covered in blood, but his expression and actions were still pious. Although his body had fallen to the ground, the slave\'s hands were clasped tightly in front of his chest, and he was muttering and praying.

This appearance made the supervisor furious.

The supervisor drew out his sharp weapon and laughed hideously. He strode toward the slave.

"Continue praying, I\'m going to Cut Off Your Hands!"

"Can your God help you?"

In the imaska Empire, from the strange machinists to the ordinary supervisors, none of them had much respect for the gods. In the past, there had been some, more or less. However, with the development of the God-creating project and the Empire\'s prosperity, the cohesion of the imaska Empire had greatly improved. The people of the Empire were loyal to the Empire, and they were more and more disrespectful to the gods.

Buzzzzzz!

A cold light suddenly appeared.

The sharp blade that could cut through rocks fell and hit the wrist of the slave who was unable to Dodge.

However, what happened next made the nearby imaska\'s expressions change. The slaves who had suffered looked fanatical, and their expressions became even more pious.

The moment the blade fell, a layer of faint light appeared on the fallen slave.

The layer of light was extremely weak and almost invisible under the sun\'s rays. However, it really existed and appeared in front of everyone, indestructible.

This was just the beginning.

Rays of white light began to appear.

The slaves with strong beliefs all had the same luster as this fallen slave.

Some were as weak as fireflies, while others were as glaring as raging flames.

Faith was a kind of power. At this time, under the instigation of the Holy one, the power of faith had become the weapon of these slaves. These slaves, who had been oppressed for 20 years, clearly knew that their devout prayers day and night had finally received a response from God, and they had obtained the power to resist.

The kneeling slaves slowly stood up.

They looked at the surrounding imaska supervisors, their eyes burning with crazy hatred.

The foremen\'s heart skipped a beat.

Looking at the twisted expressions on the faces of the slaves around them and the strange luster that appeared on their bodies, the supervisors subconsciously retreated and were gradually surrounded by the slaves.

"You want to rebel?"

A supervisor had a fierce look on his face.

His muscles tensed up as he swung his blade at the neck of the slave closest to him.

However, just like before ...

The sharp blade was easily blocked by the power of faith.

Immediately, the slaves who were being oppressed and exploited let out angry roars that drowned out the surrounding supervisors.

Not long after, these slaves scattered, the corners of their mouths stained with blood. Some slaves directly gnawed on the flesh of the supervisor imaska, and on the blood-stained faces, there was still a pious expression, forming a strange picture.

The commotion here had attracted the attention of the strange machinist.

The supervisors supervising the slaves \'work were ordinary people, but in order to prevent the slaves from rebelling, every place where the slaves gathered was guarded by a certain number of strange machinists. In the past, due to the cruel treatment of the imaska Empire, the slaves had also launched many rebellions, but under the suppression of extraordinary power, they had all died without any success.

BOOM! BOOM!

The ground started to shake.

The roar of the strange machinery was the sound that the slaves feared and hated the most.

Just a few minutes after the rebellion, the strange machinist controlled the nearby strange machine Army to surround them and form a huge encirclement. The strange machine golems, which had a cold and hard metallic luster, set up their weapons, and the black muzzles of the cannons were aimed at the slaves who had gathered together.

"Everyone, get on the ground."

otherwise, only cruel punishment awaits you!

A strange machinist shouted at the troublesome slaves with a gloomy expression.

The slaves, who had just gained the power to resist, carried their faith in the gods. How could they listen to the strange machinist\'s warning? they looked at the enemy who was oppressing them, and their expressions were twisted with extreme anger.