At this time, the 125 cubic meters of storage space played a very effective role. Lu Yuan packed most of these "dried cactus" into it to avoid problems such as theft.

This amount is really impressive.

Then he asked his militia team to distribute some to each person.

Lu Yuan sat on a big tree and shouted loudly:

"This is three days of rations. I will continue to distribute them after eating them. Please don't worry!"

"It's getting late now, you can go home."

"Please prepare your luggage, we will officially set off tomorrow to the City in the Sky!"

…

…

Today is an unprecedented day for the Sarai clan and a huge turning point in history!

No, they are no longer of the Shali clan.

But...the 18th branch of human civilization!

Surprise, sadness and anxiety are intertwined.

This feeling is very complicated.

Everyone will spend their last day in this ancient village.

Amidst the sounds of rural songs, the winding and dusty road, which can only accommodate a camel cart, occasionally steps on a few gravels and splashes onto the surrounding soil.

Hundreds of years ago, gold mines were discovered around the village, which established trade relations with the great empire. This bluestone road was also built at that time. Camel carts passed by every day, and people came and went, making it very lively.

But time has passed, the gold mines have been dug long ago, the Shali clan has been reduced to the dust of history, and the bluestone road has been completely abandoned.

Sha Mo returned to his room and gradually returned to calm from his excited state.

He actually came from a big family, and when it was prosperous, there were more than a dozen people.

Now, he is the only one in such a big yard.

The rest all died in the disaster...

He stared at the coffin on the table and stared blankly for a while.

"Dad, Mom, it may be hard for you to imagine that I am going to live in that... city. We will leave our hometown tomorrow."

"You... protect me."

"I will definitely survive. We are going to the city in the sky... We want to raise it again, just like the birds."

"Can you imagine this change?"

Such a grand goal made him only giggle. Is human power really that powerful?

In his mind, only illusory gods can do this.

But that city was created by humans.

People really have this power.

The blacksmith in the yard next door is named "Sa Diao" and he is also the owner of the divine skill "Whisperer".

He separated a layer of fence and said loudly: "Ever since I came into contact with the glyphs, I realized that people really have this kind of power... Hey, the glyphs are too difficult, and I can't get past the threshold."

"It's a pity, those idiots, even if gold is placed in front of them, they don't recognize it, and they are too lazy to learn."

Shamo smiled and said: "We just need to learn from ourselves!"

"As long as we have a technology, even if we finally return to the human race, we will definitely be treated favorably."

"Yes, people with skills will not be treated badly!"

"After being exposed to glyphs and natural sciences, I realized how big the gap between the two sides is. It's really incredible... We were so ignorant before, no wonder we are like this."

"I think so too, haha."

The two talked and laughed, full of expectations for the future.

…

Similar stories happened in every corner of the village.

Militia captain Shakaner is gathering everyone to study a rifle.

Standing near him were several carpenters and blacksmiths, including two even possessors of "artisan talents" and divine skills.

Well, among the tens of thousands of people in the Sunali clan, the proportion of divine skills is extremely high, much higher than that of humans!

Maybe three hundred people!

There are many reasons.

The first is that the population they transmitted is small. A civilization will always give birth to a certain number of divine skills. If the total population is small, the proportion of divine skills will actually increase.

The second is the possessor of divine skills, whose soul strength is higher, their sixth sense is stronger than that of ordinary people, and they are more likely to survive disasters.

Moreover, young people tend to have a higher probability of awakening to divine skills, while the ratio of the elderly to children is lower.

And thirdly, major changes in history may bring about divine skills!

Like the Meda civilization, it stays in the safe zone for its whole life, history almost stops, and the number of divine skills naturally stagnates.

The green civilization has been making waves in Pangu Continent, and the number of divine skills is actually increasing, but the number is relatively small. The last "god skill" is Shunxinyi.

As for the Sari clan... well, they opened a safe zone and almost died in just a few years. Their history has been full of twists and turns, and they have a larger number of divine skills, which is normal.

The combination of these three factors resulted in a considerable number of talents surviving.

"Let me tell you, this weapon is the simplest thing in technological civilization! Technology, do you understand it?"

Several craftsmen rubbed their hands and widened their eyes.

"Look, after disassembling it, there are only these parts." Shakaner quickly dismantled the rifle.

The bottom cover, butt, magazine, sear, converter, butt gasket, etc., add up to more than twenty parts.

He's killed quite a few bugs with this rifle over the past few months!

Which warrior is willing to fight a monster head-on?

Sha Kan'er hated the fact that iron could not become steel: "What were you doing in the past, and you couldn't even do this? I was thinking, making this firearm... isn't difficult at all."

"Can't you make iron by hand?"

"And that explosive...it is said to be made by things in our black quagmire." Shakaner pointed in a certain direction, which was the pond where the oil was coming out. "Why didn't you think of it? Explosives?"
Chapter completed!