I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Unfortunately, without the "Pandora Crystal Stone," it's just a concrete block that can't fly.

It requires transportation by allies for it to be usable.

"We have already cut the Pandora Crystal Stones. Once embedded into grooves, they will function. Rest assured," a professor from Xini City displayed a box full of yellow crystal stones on the screen. "No matter how strong the sensory abilities of the [Frost Mist Demon], it won't detect an airplane thousands of miles away."

Each piece is cube-shaped with a side length of 4.8 centimeters, all conforming to industrial standards.

"We even developed a few atomic bombs, though they've never been detonated, so it's unknown if they are duds."

"You are the most remote city. You don't need to worry."

"The third matter... The engravers from Old Delhi are responsible for the Anti-Cold Rune sections, and they will be distributed to each city as fast as possible."

The old man with the white beard exaggeratedly said, "Hahaha, friends, we have completed the corresponding tasks and will use the Radiant Jet Fighters for supersonic shipping! We might even deliver them ahead of schedule!"

Zhang Hui heard the term "Radiant Jet Fighter" and couldn't help but grin, silently praying, "Everything must go smoothly."

In the Supernatural era, perhaps the technological level of Old Delhi has also made a leap?

"The fourth matter is to quickly support Lingbo City and kill the [Frost Mist Demon]..."

"Then, it's a brand new human era. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

…

Lingbo City, central communication room.

The entire strategic meeting, confirming various details, took a full two hours.

The sun gradually moved towards the center of the sky. Digdit took out a cigarette, lit it with a flick, took a light puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

It's been a full five years, and the preparation of other human cities is still unknown, even to someone like him with "Control" capability.

Those who are "controlled" still have subjective initiative.

They may weave some white lies out of fear of punishment.

Moreover, the consumption of "Control" is considerable, and he can't control everyone.

He has no way to forcefully manage subordinates of subordinates.

"Do you think the plan will succeed?" Digdit flicked his cigarette.

"Leader, we originally planned to attack within three years, but it has been forcibly delayed to the fifth year... No matter what, we cannot delay any longer."

"Besides, we have prepared backup plans."

"Sacrificing one or even several cities to achieve the glorious future of human civilization is not unthinkable!" the Chief of Staff solemnly said.

The other generals said, "As long as the plan succeeds, we will be the true rulers of humanity!"

Digdit was pleased with their response and nodded noncommittally: "Even with everything ready, still do not get complacent."

He climbed into a military vehicle, inspecting the quiet, deserted streets.

Cold snowflakes fell from the sky, accumulating into a thick layer of snow.

Most citizens have already been moved to underground sanctuaries.

Heavily armed soldiers were testing various weapons, mainly anti-aircraft guns, armor-piercing bullets, and a few rune bombs.

And a gray, ominous cloud was floating in the sky, which was the target of the expedition - the [Frost Mist Demon]!

The malicious eyes hidden within the cloud were watching everyone within the Safe Zone.

The entanglement between the [Frost Mist Demon] and human cities has lasted a full five hundred years.

Since it was wounded by Yunhai City the last time, it has returned to the vicinity of the Ninth Civilization branch to recuperate deeply.

This seemed to be its birthplace, the place it was most familiar with.

Over the years, even without consuming human souls, it had grown much stronger than before.

…

Digdit arrived at a large square where approximately 50,000 death row prisoners shivered in the biting cold wind. Their hands were tied to poles, each showing a look of despair.

Under his dictatorship, the scale of capital punishment had massively expanded. From theft, robbery, to slandering government policy, all were sentenced to death.

"Leader, spare us!"

"Leader, spare us! I was just starving and couldn't stand it, so I stole a piece of bread."

The death row prisoners cried out, their voices mournful, evoking sympathy.

Digdit's expression was stern as he loudly spoke: "The safety of civilization cannot depend on others' gifts; history always moves forward with gunfire!"

"This world is a survival of the fittest world, and today is when we regain our dignity. The world will remember our choice!"

"Before the battle, we need to clean out the dregs of this civilization! I order... Fire!"

The soldiers numbly picked up their guns, and even with a touch of pity, mechanically chose to open fire.

"Ratatatatat!"

Soon, the square was a river of blood.

No more people were pleading for mercy.

The crimson blood flowed in the grooves in the ground, forming a vivid and unique pattern reminiscent of a demon's hexagram, with a half-open, half-closed eyeball in the middle, exuding a terrifying dignity.

In Digdit's perspective, countless life "spirits" surged out of the corpses like fireflies, concentrating in the eyeball of this pattern.

"Spirit" and "Spirit Essence" have a subtle difference.

"Spirit" is dynamic, active, carrying the deceased's memories and emotions from life. This trace of vitality fades quickly, usually lasting only a few minutes.