The heart of a Wooden Figure never changed through the ages.
Although the Mohist school had long since existed in name only, the Wooden Puppet Men it left behind were all former elite Mohist disciples. Their beliefs had been frozen at the most impassioned, tragic moment of their lives.
They were chivalrous, righteous, fierce, and resolute.
As Du Xiaoyu retreated along the way, they accompanied and aided him, gathering refugees and slaying enemies with their swords.
At present, the most common enemies on Earth were Proliferating Wax Figures.
It had to be said that this thing threatened every flesh-and-blood creature. Anyone who touched it would turn into wax, and blocking it was useless, because objects carried on one's person could also be transformed into wax.
The Mohist Wooden Puppet Men, however, were extremely effective against the wax figures, because the wax figures could not transform these Wooden Figures.
Relying on the Wooden Puppet Warriors who had lived for one or two thousand years, Du Xiaoyu had been able to safely protect a group of refugees all the way to this remote northern region.
"The ancient gods have returned. We shall resist them to the death," Mo Li said.
The Mohist disciples did not know about the ancient gods, but in their eyes, Gaia was simply an enlarged version of the Ghost of Mount Tai. Faced with this disaster brought about by a ghost god, the Mohist disciples would not stand aside. They had to fight it to the death.
With disasters everywhere on Earth, how could the Mohist disciples possibly sit back?
Du Xiaoyu blinked. "Good. Then let's fight side by side!"
While Gaia was still far away, Du Xiaoyu quickly introduced everything they had on hand, along with all the information they had about Gaia.
The Gaia of this