The tasks that originally required hundreds of laborers to toil for an entire day were nearing completion within less than an hour, leaving only some finishing touches to be done.

Staring unblinkingly at this scene, the shock on Zel's face gradually turned into genuine admiration.

Aisemata felt the same way, as did her sister Siya and the other chieftains of various chiefdoms.

"Is this the power of the outside world?" Siya exclaimed in genuine amazement.

Although she didn't know, it was actually not the power of the outside world but from another world.

Although the empire had developed steam engines, they had neither the ability nor the motivation to transport them onto land yet.

Tractors moved like shuttles on a loom, stitching together the land along the riverbank in just half a day.

Rough estimates suggested it covered thousands of acres, and the remaining over 190,000 acres didn't seem to be a problem.

Luo Yan was filled with confidence about this.

After all, although these farmlands were ravaged by storms, they were neither erased from the map nor abandoned for many years.

Even until just over a month ago, this land was planted with corn; it just looked desolate, but restoring it didn't actually require much effort.

"Next comes the sowing."

Luo Yan looked at Zel, who stood motionless, signaling him to proceed with the task.

Upon hearing the Demon King's command, Zel dared not slack, and promptly instructed the agricultural affairs officer to distribute the seeds stored in the granary.

The reserved seeds were relayed from the granary to the hands of 30,000 laborers, and sowing soon began.

However, unlike Luo Yan's optimism, the Lizardman officer in charge of sowing wore an expression full of worry.

"My Lord, the farmland outside Assam City was severely damaged by the storm. Now is not the time for sowing. Even if we scatter the seeds now, it's just a waste. There won't be any harvest!"

Zel was, of course, aware of the potential risks.

But after seeing those miraculous iron beasts, the doubts deep within him vanished.

"I understand your concern, but this is a direct order from Lord Demon King. You and I only need to follow it."

If anything goes wrong, surely the Demon King will intervene.

The affairs officer looked troubled, opening his mouth as if to say something more.

Yet seeing Zel's resolute expression, he could only nod helplessly and relay the task.

As the order was passed down, the laborers around Assam City who received the mobilization order began to gather towards the farmland.

Holding seeds and tasks, when they saw the iron machines roaring on the land, their faces universally showed expressions of shock and even panic.

To stabilize morale, the centurion leading the mobilization shouted towards the Lizardmen behind him.

"Do not fear! That is Lord Demon King's Metal Puppet! Just focus on scattering the seeds!"

Although he also felt a rush of panic, he couldn't show it in front of his subordinates.

Hearing the officer's assurance, the Armored Dragon Lizardmen finally calmed down, carried wooden baskets, entered the fields, and began sowing corn seeds on the meticulously tilled land.

Will simply scattering the seeds really make them sprout?

Almost all Lizardmen harbored similar doubts, but facing the centurion's order, they could only abandon their thoughts and proceed dutifully.

Under the scorching sun, laboring for more than three hours, almost all the Lizardmen accumulated exhaustion, their sweat glands beneath their scales incessantly oozing sweat.

Since the Demon King was present, those centurions and their superiors all longed to perform in his presence, which in turn intensified the pressure cascading downwards to the lowest level.

Just when all the Lizardmen felt they couldn't bear it any longer, a few clouds unexpectedly appeared in the clear sky.

It seemed as if they saw the Demon King raise his magic wand, and then raindrops suddenly started falling from above.

The drizzle fell onto their scales, running down to their ankles.

Unlike ordinary rain—

Those raindrops seemed imbued with some special magic power, not only washing away their sweat but also relieving their fatigue.

Looking at the figure raising the magic wand, pairs of amber eyes involuntarily filled with astonishment and gratitude.

Praise Lord Demon King—

Although their centurions, chiliarchs, generals, and chieftains were so callous, the benevolent lord minded their fatigue and compassionately sent this grace.

Driven by heartfelt gratitude, they prostrated themselves on the ground, silently reciting the Demon King's name and offering generous praise.

This time, the centurions did not dare urge them to keep working or whip them to continue moving. Instead, they joined in the prostration, and thus the chiliarchs dared not scold them either.

The vast farmland became a place of pilgrimage, and a more incredible thing happened right then.

On the land they had previously tilled, tender green sprouts began to emerge!

The sprouts continued to grow upwards, pushing through the soft soil and unfolding their tender leaves.

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