Those who genuinely wanted to submit dared not express their opinions due to the prevailing circumstances.
Wang Wen knew that simply killing wasn't enough.
The situation needs to be reversed.
In today's world, imperial power reigns supreme; whether or not to fight depends entirely on the word of the person in power.
Once war breaks out, the emperor himself will hardly suffer any losses; it is the common people who will suffer the most.
Therefore, the people suffer the most from war, and the ruler is the most wicked.
If you want to turn the tide, catching Jun and taking care of him is definitely the right thing to do.
Wang Wen thought for a moment.
He lightly swept the Scepter around his body in a half-circle.
All those in power in the world appeared in the white light.
The sheer number of people almost completely filled the hall, making it impossible to move.
Even the young emperor was "refreshed" on the spot, looking at Wang Wen with a bewildered expression amidst the crowd, not understanding why the master had passed on his knowledge again.
The enormous palace hall was so crowded that it couldn't even hold everyone.
The venue was soon packed with people, with various powerful figures gathered together. The different accents blended together like a noisy market. Among them were some seemingly un-fully evolved savage leaders waving wooden sticks and shouting incoherently, making everyone dizzy.
"Quiet!" Wang Wen reached out and pressed down.
Nobody paid any attention to him.
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Some were surprised, some were doubtful, some threatened, some cursed, some found it novel, and some were curious.
Some people are lost, as if slapping themselves in the face in a dream.
Some people felt as if they had entered a fairyland, and they collapsed to the ground, sighing deeply.
Some people even started fighting for no apparent reason.
Two people dressed in luxurious clothes and brocade were fighting, their faces red and their expressions ferocious, as if they were longtime enemies meeting again.
With so many people, chaos was inevitable.
Wang Wen frowned, and with a light wave of her Scepter, removed their vocal cords.
The hall immediately became much quieter.
The initial shock subsided, the cursing stopped, and the slapping ceased; all replaced it with covering their throats and glaring.
However, the fighting didn't stop.
After all, losing their vocal cords doesn't affect their performance.
Wang Wen had no choice but to add a vow, which included removing the hands and feet used in the fight.
Now it's really quiet.
The room was packed with people, who looked at each other, and finally all looked at the center in horror, saying that people were missing some parts, like Wang Wen.
The key is that these few parts don't bleed.
The parts that were removed disappeared completely, as if they had never been given to me by my parents since birth.
If they hadn't suddenly lost their legs and fallen, leaving them bruised and battered, those people would hardly have believed they had ever had legs.
This phenomenon seems very strange.
That doesn't seem like something a human could do.
Seeing that people had finally quieted down and were able to listen to him attentively, Wang Wen nodded in satisfaction.
He used the transparent platform to elevate himself slightly and said softly to the crowd, "Um, anyone surrendering? If not, I'll kill them all."
His voice was too soft.
This makes it difficult for people who are a little further away to hear.
Further away, some clever kids turned and squeezed towards the door, causing a large crowd to surge towards the door like a tide.
Wang Wen pointed her Scepter at the gate.
The area around the doorway instantly transformed into a hellish scene, with countless massive gears and blades appearing out of thin air, spinning heavily like a meat grinder, shredding any flesh that came near into a spray of juice.
The "tide" was startled and hurriedly moved away from the gate.
Their movements were orderly and skillful; if Wang Wen hadn't clearly remembered the contents of her oath, she would have thought these people were twins with perfect understanding.
People began to wail quietly.
The person closest to Wang Wen was making gestures as if trying to express something.
Wang Wen thought for a moment and then restored the vocal cords of these people.
In an instant, the men burst forth with a declaration of loyalty. "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me!"
Wang Wen glanced at the top of their heads, shook her head speechlessly, and pointed at one of the people who was shouting the loudest, saying, "You're not being honest; you're not truly surrendering."
He had just finished speaking.
The man's head was crushed by an invisible giant hand.
With Wang Wen's ninth-level Foundation Establishment stage physique, crushing this ordinary head with no foundation in body strengthening would be easier than squeezing a tofu ball.
The people nearby screamed in terror, swearing that it was 100% true and that if there was even the slightest falsehood, they would be struck by lightning; they were practically kneeling down.
Unfortunately, Wang Wen still didn't see any progress appear above their heads.
Disappointment welled up inside me.
I just think these emperors are truly despicable; their acting skills are all superb.
No matter how sweet their words are, they are all lies.
He was just starting to feel tired and was about to kill them all.
Among the group whose vocal cords had been restored, a clever boy's wailing reminded him, "Great, revered, almighty God, my people and I wholeheartedly wish to submit to you. May we know your great name so that we may know to whom we are serving?"
Wang Wen recalled Xue Chong's example.
Progress and believers are two different things.
He quickly checked the divine power within his body and found that the rate of increase was indeed faster than expected.
Even if the number of monarchs was large, they numbered only a few hundred, which seemed insignificant compared to the local population of at least tens of thousands. This led Wang Wen to overlook the fact that he had already subdued these people, and he unilaterally believed that as long as he did not see progress, it was not a genuine surrender.
This is not objective.
Thinking about all this, Wang Wen felt a pang of regret for her lack of professionalism.
They resurrected that unlucky guy whose head had been crushed.
Now that the [ Oath Scepter ] no longer has the middleman with the Human Face, the cost is much lower, Tathagata very honest, accurately indicating the required energy amount each time an oath is made.
Furthermore, the unfortunate soul had only been dead for a short time, and the energy consumed for resurrection was only a few percent, which was still within Wang Wen's tolerance range.
After being resurrected, the unlucky guy stood there bewildered, not knowing what to do.
Wang Wen ignored him, stood on the high platform for a moment, and then spoke to the crowd who were listening intently, afraid of missing anything. "It is like this, my name is the Demon. You must lead your people to believe in me. Those who believe will receive my protection, and those who do not believe will die soon."
"As for how to test sincerity..." At this point, Wang Wen looked down and searched through the crowd for a while, then lifted the young emperor, the middle-aged martial saint, and Xue Chong onto the high platform, asking the young man, "What's the name of your country again?"
The young man didn't speak, but instead pointed helplessly to his throat.
Wang Wen was slightly taken aback, then quickly restored their voices, saying with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, mass casting seems to be quite prone to accidentally harming friendly forces. Next time I won't be lazy and will add more conditions."
Hearing this, the young man shrugged helplessly and tried to clear his throat.
Among the soldiers not far away, General Wang, clutching his throat and with a livid face, thought: Not only have we accidentally wounded friendly forces, but we've also accidentally wounded innocent civilians! I didn't even start a fight!
The arena was filled with kings, and no one cared about the thoughts of this lowly general.
The young man on the platform spoke to Wang Wen, "Master, after spending so many days together, don't you know our country's name? We are the Zhao Kingdom!"
"Forget it!" Wang Wen waved her hand. "Forget about any 'nationality' or 'cup country,' from now on, you are my divine kingdom."
At this point, Wang Wen suddenly had a brilliant idea. He picked up his Scepter and vowed to "broadcast" this scene to the heavens outside, so that all the local natives could clearly see what was happening inside the palace.
The vow wasn't finished yet.
The Buddha Tathagata and asked, "Venerable One, why waste energy if you wish to manifest your divine power in the world? This humble monk can easily perform a mere projection of a Dharma image."
Wang Wen was genuinely surprised.
She asked him in surprise, "Can you achieve the same effect as my vow?"
"What's so difficult about that?" Tathagata a wave of his sleeve, the entire palace hall flashed with golden light, and a clear view appeared in the sky outside the window.
Not only are each character depicted in meticulous detail.
Even the sound of voices was amplified to be clearly audible.
The results were not only the same, but even better than what Wang Wen wanted.
He truly deserves to be called the grandmaster of showing off!
Wang Wen gave Buddha a thumbs-up Tathagata admiration.
Wang Wen, standing in the sky outside, also gave a thumbs up.
The Buddha chuckled and Tathagata to sleep inside the Scepter.
Wang Wen roused himself and said loudly to the young man, "From this day forward, you are my Demon Divine Kingdom. I will sense anyone who wants to believe in me and surrenders to you."
He then turned to Xue Chong, who was holding a machine gun, and said, "From now on, you and your troops will be my Demon Divine Army, responsible for protecting the divine kingdom and the believers. You can ignore the disputes among believers, but if any outsider harms a believer, I grant you permission to kill them without mercy."
Xue Chong was so excited that his face turned red, and he knelt on one knee and loudly agreed.
"So, what's next?"
Wang Wen looked around, then used his staff to restore the vocal cords and limbs of everyone in the hall. His expression was calm as he said, "All you worldly rulers can now make your decisions. Those who wish to believe in me, submit and surrender to my divine kingdom."
These words were spoken.
Progress is accelerating rapidly.
At the same time, massive amounts of divine power surged into his body like a flood.