High Above

——Hey, Han Cheng Qin System Otherworld Version.

At first, when Ian listened to Master Goser's words, he felt a little relaxed.

But the more he heard the back, the heavier his heart became, until finally, he couldn't help sighing, and said to himself: "It's hard to change the world."

In fact, Ian has thought about related issues day and night for the past four years.

In this world with extremely strong personal force, the basis of rule may not even be the people, but those "sublimators"... This is based on productivity and objective laws.

The foundation of sublimators is derived from natural ecology or magic beast materials in the labyrinth. They do not need ordinary food, even like Isengard, ordinary food is even regarded by them as an impurity that "increases the probability of distortion" thing.

Now that the transformation of the maze has been achieved and a large amount of basic monster materials, and even some advanced monster materials can be produced in batches, sublimators can even completely break away from ordinary people and create an independent new ecology.

The reason why they didn't give up was because the bloodline nobles couldn't guarantee that all their offspring would be sublimated, and being able to inherit didn't mean they could practice, let alone the bloodline seeds were in danger of deteriorating.

The new sublimators born among ordinary people are also an extremely important source of supplementary power in a large organization. If they give up abruptly, it will only lead to their own organization being wiped out by other organizations.

In the final analysis, more people is justice. Under the same strength, only two sublimators can defeat one sublimator.

How to require, educate, or domesticate this group of sublimated people, so that they can be used by the society, people and civilization, is the way to create a great cause and realize dreams on the Terra continent.

After all, sublimators are not fools, they are even far smarter than ordinary people. They can also use tools, develop technology, and seek scientific truths. They are not barbarians who can only use mysterious powers—their existence itself is the cohesion of truth-seeking .

Blindly focusing on ordinary people without turning them into sublimators cannot bring out the most productive side of Terra, among other things, armor is difficult to drive.

But turning all of them into sublimators, regardless of resource issues, the collective will face the backlash of human selfish desires amplified by power... and this backlash is ten thousand times more fierce than the earth!

On Earth, a person's strength cannot resist the system, but Terra is different...

This is fundamentally different, different worlds, different civilizations, many historical experiences cannot be used for reference, and cannot be followed blindly, otherwise it would be dogmatism.

The real way needs to be found by himself.

Having made up his mind, Ian is actually not particularly worried about these issues - at least these issues are things that he has to wait for him to conquer the world, at least after he has seized the empire.

Thinking about it now, it's actually too early.

It is also easy to understand that Inaiga II is so unpopular-who would want a saint to control everyone with the standards of a saint? It's a very simple thing, saints can eat bran and swallow vegetables, but emperors, princes, ministers and noble scholars from all walks of life can't.

but.

From Hilliard's narration, Ian believes that Inaiga II should not be such an impatient guy.

The lifespan of a sublimator is not long, but it is not short either. Counting from the time he ascended the throne to the oppressive tyrant, let’s count him fifty years, and there will be another hundred years after that, which is enough for Inaiga II and Hilliard. The five-level powerhouse slowly figured it out, and cut his flesh with a soft knife. There was no need to force the entire empire's sublimator-noble system into a hurry, and he had to fight him desperately.

When he is alive, he can definitely realize his dream.

unless……

"not enough time."

A flash of light flashed in his heart, and Ian suddenly raised his head, staring at the ceiling of the cabin under the puzzled eyes of Master Goser, as if his eyes could penetrate the thick ice and rock layers, and reach the starry sky above the ocean and sky .

On the empty and dim sky, there are situations that almost no one on the Terra continent can understand...Only stargazers and those who look up at the sky will pay attention.

"The stars are disappearing... Alien creatures that came through the fire, and many migrating ecology... The reason why the people of Terra are developing interstellar technology with all their strength..."

"If it is a time standard, or a forecast..."

Slowly retracting his gaze, Ian suppressed his sudden eagerness, but shook his head slightly, thinking to himself: "Now, there is one more reason to go to the relics database to inquire about the star map of the pre-epoch era."

"The abnormality of the starry sky should be the reason why Inaiga II is so urgent."

As for the fact that his teacher is quite popular... Ian can actually see it.

In fact, Hilliard has not concealed his identity for more than 20 years. He has the name of the most wanted criminal in the empire, and there is no entire large knight order ready to arrest and imprison him at any time. There must be a force behind it. .

The complete annihilation of the previous generation of patrolling knights may be due to malice towards Hilliard, but it is more likely to cut off the influence of the black king and replace a group of "Knights of the Forbidden Army" who are loyal to themselves.

But he still couldn't expose it—Master Goser didn't know about the 'Inaiga's legacy', so he was so optimistic.

As long as he is exposed, he will still attract the attention of many big shots.

After thinking about this, Ian didn't say much, but turned around under the gaze of Master Goser, opened the door, and left.

"I really didn't expect that the emperor of the empire is also my senior brother?"

Getting rid of those rather heavy topics in his mind, Ian tried to amuse himself: "So, I am Yi Sen's little master? Ah, I played with this seniority stalk last time."

He was in a much better mood—Ian was always optimistic, and he would find fun for himself.

It didn't take too long to communicate with Master Goser. When the boy walked out of the cabin, the team was picking useful supplies from ships stranded on the ice abyss, preparing for the next action.

Alchemy cannons can be pushed away with wheels, and most of the cannons are discarded.

"It doesn't feel like such a waste. Those barrels, with a little modification, should be able to be transformed into recoilless guns, or large supercharged guns."

Ian has studied inscriptions and alchemy for so many years, plus the bonuses and design drawings brought by the silver chip, he can naturally see at a glance that those abandoned artillery are not worthless, and with the physical fitness of the Terrans, several It is not difficult for a sailor to carry a trot, and the logistical pressure is not the same as that of the earth.

However, when he intends to reuse and modify those weapons while everyone is preparing materials.

An accident happened.

The accident came from the sky—the wind and snow in the ice abyss suddenly became stronger, so that everyone felt that at that time the omen of the attack of frost moths and deformed apes was coming again, so they put down their work nervously and began to prepare for the battle.

Noisy shouts criss-crossed in the camp. Although orderly scheduling and regularity were gradually restored soon, it was enough to prove that everyone was nervous.

And Isengard, after dispatching scouts and observers to observe the situation, also came to the cabin at the first time, ready to protect Master Goser.

"Ian, this battle..."

He seemed to want to ask Ian about the deployment of the next battle arrangement-unknowingly, Isengard has regarded this peer as someone who can really be relied on, and can even be equated with Master Goser.

But the blond boy saw that Ian raised his head in a daze, looking at the sky.

On his exquisite appearance, there is a rare expression of 'unbelievable' and 'shock' mixed, such an expression appears on the prophet who has always been considered exhaustive... It can even be said that it is a bit cute.

The perplexed Isengard also raised his head and looked at the sky, but found nothing.

But Ian stretched out his hand towards the sky.

The young Bai Zhimin, who was almost confused with the wind and snow, stretched out his hand towards the wind and snow, as if he wanted to touch something soft and fragile.

Immediately after...

A little white 'fairy' like a snowflake appeared in the wind and snow like this.

Intimately 'sit' on the boy's fingers.