Dozens of cargo ships of all sorts docked on the beach west of Froststone Camp. Looking down from the sky, even in the middle of the night, you can clearly see the scene on the beach, illuminated by torches as if it were day, and the busy figures of people are shuttling back and forth, carrying chests full of treasures, dragging cages for war beasts, and supporting the frail and sick people, all the time.

The flotilla unloaded all the people and cargo, and it took three days and three nights.

The tens of thousands of new residents have blocked the water around the Froststone camp. A cursory look at the past shows that the mountains are full of immigrants looking for a place to stay.

Thanks to Richell's preparations, everyone who settled in was given enough food and tools when they disembarked. After arriving near the camp, under her overall management, a one-square-kilometer living area was carved out in the forest around the camp, and according to the needs of life and ethnic origin, each was stationed in different areas that had been divided in advance, and their respective residences were properly solved.

Even though Rachel and the other camp administrators tried everything they could to meet the needs of the residents, due to the explosion of the camp's population, the racial forces became more complex, and there were still many internal problems.

The first and most serious problem is the bullying and killings that occur within the camps. Although Todd insisted that the captive Ulsters were the camp's invaluable human resources and the gods' approved slaves, no one should take their lives away at will.

But there were still many slaves who had just gained their freedom and hated the Ulsters, and who wantonly raped and killed their captives by extremely cruel means, either openly or covertly. Not even the camp's vigilantes, or the Knights led by the Valkyries, could stop the slaves' vengeance.

The second problem is the contradiction between the clan chief and the clan warriors.

Todd encouraged the warriors to fight bravely, and of course to reduce the influence of the patriarch and increase the centripetal force of the people in the camp. Deliberately broke with the tradition of the patriarch to distribute the spoils of war, and instead let the warriors choose and hold the spoils according to the amount of exploits.

This method was welcomed by the majority of the clansmen, and also stimulated the soldiers' will to win, and improved the organizational cohesion with Todd as the core.

There is a group of people who are extremely dissatisfied with this way of distribution, and these people are naturally the patriarchs of the tribe.

Originally, the most beautiful slave girls, the most exquisite tableware, and the most expensive treasures should all be in the pockets of these patriarchs. Now that the battle merit distribution system is adopted, the patriarch can only get the same share as most of the clansmen, and the gap between them makes every patriarch complain.

Todd's status as a "son of the gods" and the power embodied in his tyrant form have intimidated most of the clan leaders, but there are still a very small number of people who use the authority of the patriarch to forcibly confiscate the "spoils" of his warriors.

One of the most vicious was when a clan leader named Aimo joined forces with dozens of cronies to forcibly seize the spoils of the clan's warrior Quetta.

Although the latter tried to resist, the clan leader Aimo used Quetta's family as a threat to force him to hand over all his belongings.

The final problem is faith, the population of the Froststone Camp has exceeded 10,000, but due to the composition of the population, it comes from many regions, and the gods of faith are naturally strange.

There are those who believe in the sons of the gods represented by Todd, those who believe in Christ who came from the south, those who believe in the legends of the ancient gods in the north, and even the mysterious voodoo religion.

With so many different religious beliefs, a problem has arisen, that is, the mutual exclusion of religious beliefs has led to contradictions among believers in the camp.

This contradiction may now remain a mere war of words, and if it is not resolved sooner, it will one day turn into a religious catastrophe.

In order to solve these problems, Todd spent half a day establishing "soul links" with all the people involved in the camp, including the leaders of the slaves, the representatives of the Ulster captives, and the shamans and priests of all religious sects. Taken together, these people numbered more than seven hundred.

After all the inhabitants had settled, Todd had chosen a clear night to gather the 700-odd people in the square of the camp in the name of séance.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for the séance of the legendary "son of the gods".

Todd saw that everything was arranged, and nodded to the shaman Minnie beside him.

The old woman bowed slightly, and then began to read a long prayer. At this time, countless torches were raised around the square under the astonished gaze of the people. Circles of cobblestone rune script transform the entire square into a giant ceremonial platform.

Hearing the sound of nervous chatter, Todd sat on a wooden platform made of the square, his eyes closed and he didn't say a word.

The prayer was recited for more than a minute, only to hear the shaman Minnie shout to the sky, and the words of the gods made of cobblestones suddenly floated into the air, startling everyone in the square.

Richel, who was manipulating the stone with his "telekinesis", coughed lightly at Todd in front of him. The latter stood up abruptly in full view of everyone, and used the "Spotlight" ability to gather the moonlight and fire in his hands, and then hit the floating stones, causing the rune words in mid-air to glow with a gentle and piercing light.

"Oh my God, it's a miracle!"

"The gods have appeared!"

With the exclamations and shouts one after another, more and more people hurriedly changed their postures and knelt on the ground facing Todd on the high platform.

Looking at all this in front of him, Todd, who was satisfied, nodded secretly.

Behind him, Richer whispered to him, "Let's get down to business...... It's too hard for me to control so many objects at once......"

When Todd heard this, he said to everyone in the audience: "I am a descendant of the gods, a witness to the change of the age of the gods, and a guide to rebuild a new divine realm!"

Listening to the sacred and loud voices of the people on the stage, people looked at the radiant figure above their heads with awe, and a sense of piety slowly rose in their hearts.

Todd slammed his arms into the sky, his palms slammed into each other, and with a loud bang, a dazzling white light burst out above everyone's heads, and everyone present was pulled into the Golden Palace of the Gods in the soul space by him.

This is the first time Todd has pulled so many people into his soul space. Even though his body had been transformed by the tyrant, he still felt a little strained.

As soon as these more than 700 people entered the main hall of the Golden Palace, except for a few people who had been here last time, all the others looked shocked beyond measure.

Some fell to their knees, their hands not knowing where to put them, muttering all the prayers they could remember, while others slumped on the ground, looking at everything beyond comprehension in front of them, and the whole person was in complete confusion.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, the entire Golden Palace trembled slightly as if it were an earthquake. Todd, who changed into a tyrant form, slowly walked onto the throne of the Golden Palace under the frightened gaze of everyone.

The golden beast's pupils glanced around the crowd, and Todd said slowly, "Lost souls, welcome to the rebuilt Sanctuary of Asgard!"