Seymour's gentle, magnetic, and friendly voice sounded in an underground hall. Every word he said was full of incitement and very confusing.
"We are all mixed race, I am, you are, everyone is."
"But I don't think it's despicable. It's a kind of pride. It means that we are the only group with a natural mark that can integrate all gay people."
"We should unite and have an ambitious goal."
"We have no common language with purebloods. We don't need a war with them, nor do we need their recognition, nor do we need to endure endless discrimination in their cities."
"us……"
"We should build a city that belongs to our mixed race, independent of the seven holy cities."
"We must unify all underground organizations and wilderness tribes and unite as one to realize this great dream."
"I know some people don't believe that we can realize such a great dream, and I also know that some people will say that we hybrids have no strong men, no divine generals, no kings, no gods, and no great gods, so we cannot resist the alien monsters.
Invasion."
"I'm telling you..."
"What's the difference between being a man without dreams and a salted fish?"
"I have understood all the secrets of Brahma Art and can create your own Brahma Art for anyone."
"Imisha!"
The little girl immediately flipped her hands dexterously, and seven or eight spirit rings were flying in her palms. Although she had obtained Seymour's modified spirit ring technique and had not yet had time to practice it in depth, she had only comprehended it in a few days.
It has made great progress compared to before.
Yimisha's clear voice sounded and said: "Uncles, aunts and uncles, you all know the strength of Yimisha, and you also know the limits of the spirit ring technique."
"With Lord Seymour's peerless wisdom, he has revised the spirit ring technique. I believe that I will be able to advance to the sixth level in a short time."
"Please trust Mr. Seymour."
"If anyone doesn't believe it, please tell Sir Simo about your Brahma magic, and he will help you re-deduce it and improve it to a higher level."
Many people don't really believe in Seymour. Even the Brahma magic that is spread among underground tribes is extremely precious and no one is willing to share it with others easily.
Seymour smiled slightly and clapped his hands. Immediately, someone brought up a stack of A4 papers. He pointed at the A4 papers and said, "I have improved five Brahma techniques. I will distribute these brand-new Brahma techniques to you."
refer to."
"You may think that your Brahma Technique is hard-earned and very precious, but what I want to tell you is that soon our new underground tribe will have a new Brahma Technique popular, and the old Brahma Technique will be eliminated.
It has no value anymore because..."
"I will eventually create a secret method that leads directly to the ninth level."
How eloquent is Seymour?
At this time, he came up with a new Brahma Technique. He even attached the Divine Beast Technique to the new Brahma Technique and distributed it to everyone. He quickly gained countless supporters.
In medieval history, the most famous and respected teacher was Confucius, who believed in teaching without distinction and had countless disciples.
There has never been any great master who kept his secrets to himself and was only willing to give them to a few limited disciples. He could compare with Confucius in the field of education.
Many old-school educators always believe that only by keeping knowledge in their hands can students respect themselves.
In fact, nothing could be further from the truth!
Simon Morgan didn't bother to leave any tricks, secret doors, or secrets that required his guidance in these crude Brahma skills.
The Brahma Technique he spread can be learned by everyone on his own, it is convenient and easy to master, and the upper limit is higher than the Brahma Technique popular in underground organizations.
Seymour only needs to establish a learning-oriented organization. Only after joining the organization will he be able to brainstorm and innovate new knowledge. If he remains stuck in his ways and is old-fashioned and conservative, he will be completely abandoned soon.
Once this situation becomes a trend, it will force everyone to donate their Brahma magic and join Seymour's command.
Not to mention, Seymour also has various programs and slogans, especially the goal of building a mixed-race dream city. This goal is so great that all the underground tribesmen feel excited after hearing it.
Some of them may not believe it, but none of them would not yearn for it.
Seymour gave a speech for a long time, and answered questions from everyone one by one. He finally found time to rest for a while, but there was a solemn look on his face.
Because he is now very sure that there are hundreds of thousands of alien monsters gathering near Ayutuo City.
In the ancient civilized society of the other world, Ayuduo City was already considered a very large city, with a population of one million, but compared to the hundreds of thousands of alien monsters, it still seemed small.
Ayutthaya City has a population of one million, but the number of soldiers that can actually be mobilized to form an army is only 200,000 at most. This is already extremely militaristic.
"If alien monsters attack the city, Ayuda City may not be able to defend it unless other holy cities send reinforcements."
"But it is a pity that the seven holy cities in the other world are too far away. Ordinary armies cannot come to rescue at all. At most, only a few gods and great gods can come to rescue."
"This is also a common pattern in wars in the other world."
"What determines the final battle is always the battle between the powerful men at the Venerable level. Those below the fifth level are cannon fodder and cannot determine the direction of the war at all."
"But this model of war is incorrect."
Seymour secretly thought in his heart: "It's time to set off a vast ocean of people's war in the other world."
At this time, in the alien monster camp, dozens of mage groups were operating their mana. Seven or eight gaps in the void were found, and groups of soldiers were sent into the passage.
It's just that no group of soldiers will come back, or the news will spread.
The two great gods didn't take it seriously and didn't even show up. Only a few gods and kings were supervising the mage group.
In a remote corner of the strange monster camp, a seventh-level heavenly king stared coldly at Sita, who was bound by chains. It had no intention of communicating at all.
Parasa Sita obviously endured a lot of torture, even her rank dropped to the third level, a section of her long scorpion tail was broken, and her breath was dying.
In its mind, all it recalled at this time was the figure of Seymour.
The great god Imhotep was practicing with his eyes closed. Suddenly, an Eta tribesman who was one size smaller than him walked into the camp and asked with some anxiety: "Father, the great god Hapoquidis hasn't let go yet."
?"
The great god Imhotep opened his eyes and said calmly: "How can the divine body of a great god be obtained so easily?"
"That is to say, Harpoquidis has no direct descendants, otherwise it will definitely choose to share the great god Aten with me equally, and will never give in at all."