Douluo see you soon

The onlookers were stunned. They thought they would hear a sacred and inviolable religious story, and that a more powerful and wise god would replace the God of Light and bring them the gospel.

But I didn't expect that the new gods, or ancestors, would speak vulgarly as soon as they opened their mouths, just like an elder angrily scolding a younger generation for failing to live up to their expectations.

Although such stories lose their sanctity, they somehow make them feel more real. If the souls of their ancestors still existed, they would probably look very angry and frustrated when they saw that they couldn't live like human beings.

Count Pompeii cleared his throat and continued: "I was beaten stupidly at that time. I didn't understand what my ancestors meant when they said I would get it myself. I knelt there in a daze, but my ancestors pulled me up and fiercely

said to me:

We didn't give birth to you little bastards just so you can kneel down! If you let me see you looking like a loser again, I'll break your legs!

At this point, the ancestor seemed to be angry and sighed and said:

I remember that back then, we had to fight through thorny roads and overcome thorns, and finally found a place to live. In order to leave a good land for you, we built roads on the mountains, built bridges when encountering water, built canals for irrigation, and left a great river and mountain for you.

Even after death, the soul is still awake and awake, exploring knowledge to improve livelihoods for you and others. We call it a scientific existence.

But what about you? What a waste of money, and just one formula allows you to turn people’s brains into dog brains! If you don’t live up to your expectations, you keep labeling others as devils, how shameful!”

This scolding really spoke to the hearts of everyone. Everyone felt the same way. They were not as good as their ancestors. If they were the ancestors, they would probably feel sad and sigh!

Count Pompeii looked at the crowd who couldn't help lowering their heads and sighed: "I was just like you at that time. I was scolded by my ancestors and couldn't hold my head up. But I also understood what my ancestors wanted to tell me, so I raised my head again.

At the beginning, I said to my ancestors:

I know what to do. Everything we need, we will create with our own hands. There is no reason why we can't do what our ancestors can do.

But the mainland has been corrupted to this point. With my own strength, I can only keep one side safe at most. Is there really no other way to save the mainland from the fire and water?

The ancestor listened to my words and was silent for a moment. Finally, he sighed longly and said to me:

That’s it! Thousands of years have passed, and I have lived long enough. Rather than continue to watch you suffer, it would be better for you to vanish into thin air.

I will teach you what I have learned in this life, but crossing the boundary between life and death must also pay a price. From now on, I will disappear and can no longer supervise whether you fulfill your promise.

But I will tell your other ancestors what happened today, and they will watch you!

After saying this, I felt a lot of knowledge pouring into my mind, and the faces of my ancestors became increasingly blurred in my field of vision until I could no longer see them clearly.

I screamed loudly, but found that I could no longer remember the name of my ancestor. Everything about my ancestor, including traces of his existence, had been erased because he crossed the boundary between life and death. The only thing left behind was his inheritance.

, knowledge called science!

I cannot be as great as my ancestors, but I, Ivord Pompey, hereby swear that I will preach the gospel of science to the entire continent without fail. If there is any violation, my ancestors will never look after you!"

At the door of the lecture hall of the Church of Scientology, it suddenly became quiet. There were only a few voices sobbing because of emotion, and I don't know who started it. Applause sounded sparsely, and then turned into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Count Pompeii breathed a sigh of relief, the content on the teleprompter was finally finished, and he could finally express himself freely.

On the second floor of the church, at the observation points closest to Count Pompeii, Dugu Bo tapped the frames of his flat glasses a few times, then turned to look at everyone!

"Do you feel it?"

Bo Saixi was the first to nod. She was once a saint who served the Poseidon and was the most sensitive to the power of faith: "I feel it. It's the kind of power around the teacher. Although it is ten thousand times weaker, it does exist, and it is growing little by little.

Gather!”

Having been soaked in Cheng Ying's power of faith as thick as Tai Chi's syrup for many years, everyone is unusually sensitive to things like faith. Even without borrowing Dugu Bo's tools, they can still tell a little bit about it.

"It seems that the path of artificial gods is feasible. Next, we must pay attention to whether Pompeii's personality has changed. Every twenty-four hours, he must have a mental value test to prevent mental pollution.

It’s out of control.”

Dugubo pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. They were the ones who least believed Pompei's lies, because they had simply made up this story.

"Okay! Withdraw! Count Pompeii is about to start preaching. If you pass the mental value test multiple times, you must popularize steam engine technology as soon as possible. I will be the carrier of the power of faith.

If Pompeii really becomes a god, it will be difficult for the seven of us to suppress him. At least one of us must have the same power as him." Tang Chen shouldered the responsibility of a team leader very well at this time.

Although everyone was a little worried, seeing that he had made up his mind, they no longer stopped him.

The position of God of Steam seems very powerful, but compared to Atomic Control, Quantum Observer, etc., the upper limit is much different. Choosing this position is actually quite thankless.

…

Downstairs, Count Pompeii had already led the people into the bright and spacious church and began to preach, which was actually a class.

The content of this lesson is the loom, an improved flying shuttle loom. The principle of the loom is actually very simple. First, the spinning thread is divided into warp threads and weft threads.

Warp threads are longitudinal threads, while weft threads are transverse. Traditional looms pick out odd-numbered warp threads and even-numbered warp threads, and interlaced them in two comb-like structures that can move up and down.

In this way, every time it moves up and down, the odd-numbered and even-numbered warp threads will flip up and down, and the weft threads will be wrapped around a shuttle.

The shuttle passes between the odd-numbered and even-numbered warp threads, crossing the odd and even numbers once, and then back again. In this way, the threads can be woven into cloth.

And there is a problem here, that is, the length of the weaver's arm will limit the width of the cloth. If the cloth is more than one meter wide, one person will not be able to throw and catch the shuttle when weaving. The improved loom is

The process of manually throwing shuttles was improved into mechanical throwing, which not only increased the spinning speed, but also increased the width of the cloth.

[To be continued]

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