In the past life, countless countries and mountains were shattered, and countless foreign people knelt down before the gods, becoming their vassals and reduced to mere formalities of praising the gods.

Only Daxia, under the leadership of this old man, persisted until the end and became the last hope of mankind!

When the gods come, the wind and rain are swaying, some people hug their heads and cry, some people take shelter from the rain under the eaves, and some borrow umbrellas and raincoats. But I will never take shelter from the rain in the summer. I would rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's fence.

"Submit, rather than die, it is better to kneel down to the gods, worship the gods from now on, and fall into the arms of the gods."

"Kneel down, you can survive, isn't that good?"

Countless times, the old man faced this kind of temptation.

But the only answer to them was the old man's firm words.

"It took me five thousand years of Great Xia, Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han to conquer these majestic mountains and rivers!"

"Hundreds of schools of thought and tens of thousands of sages have left behind a shining legacy of scholars."

"When the gods come, they even scare their ancestors with a few words. Are they still human beings?"

"A hundred years of war and a hundred years of struggle have made us straighten our backs and straighten our spines. How can we kneel down again?"

"I have nothing else in Daxia, only the backbone left by my ancestors. I, the people of Daxia, kneel to the sky and kneel to our ancestors. Apart from that, not even the gods can make us kneel down!"

"The only option is to fight to the death!"

From then on, the emperor guarded the country.

Daxia, from top to bottom, fight to the death!

Mortal body, fight back against gods!

This old man is the well-deserved emperor of the world.

The three words Zhang Maocai, in those years, have become the soul of Daxia that supports the entire Daxia!

Even, in the list of gods of death, this name ranks first, higher than Lin Fan!

There were several other people sitting on the sofa in the office.

Daxia’s chief think tank.

Lin Fan took a special look at the old man with gold-rimmed glasses and gray hair. He was old, but his eyes were like stars in the night sky, with a calmness and wisdom that ordinary people did not have.

Daxia’s chief scientist, Chen Yan!

He single-handedly guided the combat mecha project, helped Daxia survive the early crisis, and gained valuable time.

In the end, he was even one of those who became gods in the flesh, awakening to the priesthood of the God of Wisdom, condensing the divinity of racial secrets, and finally deducing the cultivation rules for human beings to become gods.

The cultivation rules that are enough to make human beings become gods are enough to change everything.

Unfortunately, it came too late.

"Coming?" The old man's words interrupted Lin Fan's thoughts.

The old man in the imperial seat put down his pen and looked up at Lin Fan, feeling somewhat surprised.

Even though he had seen countless talented people and young leaders, he never expected that the person who made Mr. Jin urgently call late at night was actually this teenage boy in front of him.

With this look, he should still be studying in high school, right?

"Lin Fan, Class 1, Class 2, Class 3 of Jeju High School, has seen the National Seat!"

Lin Fan straightened his back and saluted the old man in front of him with a standard military salute.

A murderous aura that was not what a young man should have appeared in Lin Fan.

"Yes." The State Councilor said straightforwardly without any greetings: "I heard from Mr. Jin that you want to see me by name and report to me any emergencies related to the survival of the country."

"What is it?"

Lin Fan exhaled.

A low voice echoed in the office.

"After three months, the gods will come."
Chapter completed!