The moment they entered the gates, they were greeted by an incomparably magnificent creation: a vast, ancient complex of buildings, soaring towers, and wooden huts attached to stone structures—the physical embodiment of the trade war. Dozens of portals created with Du Ningzhuang's technology stood there, constantly drawing goods in or sending them out.
There were enormous gemstone ores whose purity could not be determined.
There were large batches of bizarre products whose purpose no one had any clue about.
There were even large numbers of servant soldiers—natives abducted from other worlds—and even... the false gods spoken of by the witches.
One was a white-bearded middle-aged man with a stern, expressionless face, carrying an air of authority and a trace of sorrow.
Another was clearly an elven woman, her expression vacant.
Both had their hands fitted with products born from some witch's technological research: sealing shackles capable of sealing high-grade energy. Even energy as high-quality as magic power could be bound and locked away, so naturally, the divine power of these false gods could be locked away as well.
The witches were secretly conducting this extremely politically incorrect false-god trade, and had even produced a very strict explanation:
"From the moment they became false gods, they ceased to count as humans. Naturally, they are not protected by things like the Humanoid Creature Protection Act. They see themselves as beings superior to humans. How laughable, when they clearly came from humanity."
Lin Zhaojun said mockingly:
"Even if a great witch can easily kill dozens of weak witches from Sky Island, no great witch has ever believed herself to no longer be a witch. Even the weakest witch, upon seeing a great witch on the street, can greet her, and she will respond. If she isn't busy, they can even stand together,