Luo Ming had done some homework before coming to New Yumen. He remembered that in the sand people's world view, the God of Rivers and the God of Earth represented life and fertile soil respectively, while the sky represented evil, replacing many races.

The ecological niche of "hell" in classical mythology. Gods are basically equivalent to the devils. Adding "gods" to the words is equivalent to cursing, and even has a religious concept of curse.

This is probably because the sand people like to grow sweet potatoes and white worms in piles of sand, and it is also related to the fact that they liked to live underground in primitive times.

Of course, it probably has something to do with the fact that their natural enemies before the birth of civilization, the bat dragons and the more powerful gravel dragons, always descended from the sky and captured young people.

It's really interesting. People on earth came from the sky, and this time, the empire will also come from the sky. Luo Ming thought, how big is the difference between us and the imperial devils?

At this time, his driver Dai Jia also began to translate the singing for him:

"Gentle Holy River Faun, source of mercy, bless your son through fierce battles, stop the arrows, and withstand the sword. Strong Virgin, hope of courage, help your daughter not suffer, destroy evil, tame chaos. The Red Star

Teach us to be tolerant to each other. Children of the Sand Sea, unite, and we will live forever in the fire."

"...Are you kidding me? Is this the original word?"

"At least the first half of it is really the original words." Dai Jia opened his mouth and laughed loudly: "There are indeed a lot of words added at the end of the lyrics, but everyone still likes it very much."

People who don't like it must be embarrassed, right? Luo Ming laughed maliciously.

The driver of the sand people exhaled again: "So I don't understand. Even in this era, there are still so many noble lords in the empire. Looking at it this way, it seems that the empire is not more advanced than us barbarians.

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He continued to ramble on about Di Dao: "My former master is dead, and everyone's life has become better. Director Luo, look at it this way, isn't it important that we don't have the master?"

The situation here is very complicated. In fact, even in communities and alliances, there are still noble masters. Luo Ming didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fortunately, the other party didn't want to answer. At this time, the chorus had ended. The "singers" of the sand people from all walks of life and various ethnic groups dispersed happily, but it was very relaxed, and there was no solemn and rigid religious ceremony at all.

The driver of the sand people shouted loudly to the old sand people who led him. "Daddy Spearlin, daddy Spearlin!"

The old sand miner, who was even burlier than the ordinary sand miners, strode over. He had a very common man's brown scales and was slightly stooped, but he was still huge and strong, and he could walk up to two and a half meters tall. Luo Ming felt that

It was like seeing a dinosaur coming to life towards me.

"Your..." Luo Ming was about to speak when he was interrupted by Sha Min.

"I know you, Commissioner Luo, right? Hahahaha, in the past year, you have been wandering around in our wilderness. Herdsmen from all over the country are riding lizards and racing against your car.

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The old sand man named Maolin let out a hearty and hoarse laugh, and stretched out three fingers about the same thickness as a flashlight: "I have already made an agreement with you guys, the twenty tribes on the Nanbei Plain,
Chapter completed!