Todd and Raicher decided to adopt the "incarnation of the Holy Spirit" approach to the curve of their nation, but the first question was which belief system to adopt.

If the Christian rhetoric were to be adopted, it would not be very convincing to the barbarians and gladiators from the North, and after consulting with Rachel, Todd finally planned to adopt the culture of the gods of the North Island.

He did so after much thought.

There are three main parts to the composition of the inhabitants of the North.

The first group of people are the North Island people, who believe in the legends of the North Island gods and can naturally accept the culture of the gods in their entirety; The second group of people are the southern barbarians, who believe in the ancient three gods of ancient times, but they do not reject the North Island people's belief in the gods. Freya and other gods were seen as a continuation of the bloodline of the old gods, and the last group was a bit troublesome, coming from northern kingdoms such as Ulster or Connaught, who had been in contact with Christianity for a long time, and some of whom had even converted to the Father, and who had the least recognition of the gods' beliefs.

Therefore, after some analysis, if you want to use the routine of "Holy Spirit Incarnation" to win people's hearts and establish a kingdom in the northern region, after weighing the advantages and comparing the situation, it is undoubtedly the most convenient and safest choice to use the culture of the gods to gain believers.

Once the belief system was established, Todd followed Dildrier and Rachel to supplement his knowledge of northern mythology, and even spent a lot of time memorizing a large amount of rune (the text of the culture of the gods).

After everything was ready, Todd's soul space began an unprecedented "big makeover".

Originally, the entire spirit world was divided into two levels, the above-ground research institute and the underground temple, the former covering an area similar to a small village, and the latter, if not counting the depth, was only a few hundred square meters in size.

After some renovations, the above-ground part has remained largely unchanged, but the underground part has been extensively widened and repaired.

The temple was transformed into a splendid castle, which Todd named Gladsheim, and around the palace he created an endless river (Ifing), on which a thick fog was placed on the surface of the river, causing the fog to vortex, faintly flickering tongues of fire and lightning.

After completing a series of projects in the world of the gods, Todd and Richel floated in mid-air, watching the spectacular scene beneath their feet, in awe.

"I really envy you for having such abilities...... Reicher said quietly, looking at the breathtaking golden castle in the mist, "I never thought that I could create a world like building blocks." ”

Todd looked down at his hands: "It's not as smooth as you see. In the beginning, I could only control the size of the room, then I was able to build a fully equipped research institute, and then I was able to create such a large and complex world. ”

"Moreover, with the increase in the number of soul links and the inhalation of the tyrant virus, I feel that my body is getting stronger day by day. I am now able to create more and more spaces in the spirit world, and I am also able to accommodate more people to stay in it for a longer period of time. ”

A hint of worry flashed in Rachel's eyes: "Todd, I'm a little worried. ”

"Worried?"

"The desire for power and power are like a chronic poison, which makes many upright people, under the erosion of accumulation over time, slowly lose their hearts. ”

Todd waved his hand amusedly: "That also varies from person to person, and for me, this assumption doesn't hold." ”

"I hope so. Rachel changed the subject: "What do we need to do next, what kind of role do you intend to play in this world?"

Todd was stunned for a moment, but he quickly understood the meaning of Richel's words, frowned and said, "This is indeed a problem. ”

"What about Odin, King of the Gods?" Richer suggested: "We can say that after Ragnarok, Odin's soul is immortal and returns to the world. ”

Todd shook his head: "Ragnarok has happened, and the characters of those mythological eras have disappeared into the long river of history, and I don't plan to borrow their names. ”

"Then in what capacity do you plan to use to meet the believers?"

Todd moved his body and transformed into a black monster in the form of a tyrant: "A descendant of the end times, the master of the Heroic Spirits, and a survivor of the gods who rebuilt Asgard." ”

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Three days later, the tribal hall of Froststone Camp.

Todd sat upright, with Richer standing on his right hand and Alfonso on his left.

Todd looked at the tribal leaders sitting on the floor in the room and asked, "Are you all here?"

Ackerman, who was standing on the side, hurriedly said, "Boss, there are a total of twenty-two clan leaders, all of whom have arrived. ”

"Good. ”

Todd nodded, "I've summoned you here today to tell you something. ”

Looking at the puzzled expressions of the clan leaders, Todd stood up, his body gradually growing larger, and without warning, he entered the form of a tyrant.

The huge body and terrifying appearance startled all the leaders present, and some even fainted in the midst of the screams.

Todd curled up, trying his best not to break his head into the ceiling of the hall, and said in a deep voice unique to the monster form, "As a member of the survivors of Ragnarok, please come forward one by one, and I will take you to the Sanctuary." ”

None of the clan leaders responded to the request, and everyone stepped back in fear, looking for an exit.

Helpless, Todd gestured to Rachel.

The latter used the "power of mind" to capture the leaders of the gang in front of Todd and help them complete the soul link.

After completing these preparations, Todd closed his eyes and ushered everyone in the hall into the Golden Palace.

When the tribal leaders regained consciousness, they were so frightened by the dazzling scene before them that they forgot to breathe.

Magnificent golden palaces, countless lavish decorations, intricate and ornate epic frescoes.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" someone pinched his thigh hard, and the pain gave him the best answer.

Someone walked up to the window, pointed to the scenery and shouted, "Look outside!"

The mist-filled rivers and splendid palaces already had the answer in the minds of a few people, but the answer was so shocking that they didn't know whether they should say it or not.

"This is the Golden Palace of Asgard. Todd stepped into the palace in the form of a tyrant, and the ground shook with every step.

"How is this possible?!Both Asgard and the Golden Palace should have been destroyed in Ragnarok!"

Todd crossed over to the Golden Throne and said like thunder: "When Ragnarok was approaching, the gods of Asgard sent a group of descendants out of the battlefield safely before the decisive battle. After the end of the War, the descendants did everything they could to build a new Asgardian ...... on the ruins."

A clan leader looked at the pitch-black monster in front of him and stammered, "What do you mean...... You are ......"

"Yes, I am one of the descendants of the gods, and I am in charge of this nascent realm. Todd pointed to the hall and said calmly, "As you can see, the nascent Asgard has not recovered all of its divine powers......"

"Wait a minute!" a clan leader questioned loudly, "How do you prove that you are from the age of the gods?!"

As if he had expected such a question, Todd waved his hand and turned on the 3D holographic projection in the middle of the hall, playing the battle of Ragnarok that Jingsu had brought him to watch before.

It's just that Todd has a heart's eye, and he adds some extra "easter eggs" to the image, adding his own image to the final battle, and adding a special image of him leading his descendants to escape from the gods' domain.

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Many of the leaders fell to their knees, watched Asgard slowly crumble in the flames, beat their chests, and cried loudly.

But there were still a few leaders still standing there, looking at each other at a loss, caught in a dilemma.

Waiting for the image to end, Todd turned his gaze to the people who were still standing: "Why don't you want to kneel? Are you questioning the gods?"

A standing leader, trembling, took out a wooden cross from his chest, moved his staggering body, and took two steps forward: "We are all baptized Christians, and we only recognize the Almighty, the only Lord!"

The other kneeling leader, with red eyes, raised his fist and got up, and rushed towards the other, shouting loudly, "You blasphemous heretic!

Todd lifted his fingers slightly, separating the two men who were entangled.

He looked at the Christian who was holding the cross aloft and suddenly felt familiar. If you think about it again, this guy seems to be the tall, lanky tribal leader who fought for grazing land before.

"What's your name?"

Hearing Todd's question, the Christian leader touched his swollen cheeks and replied, "McGill." ”

After a while, McGill added, "My tribe joined Froststone Camp because the Ulsters took our land, increased our taxes, and usurped our sisters, and my people and I hated them and were willing to give our lives in battle against them, but that doesn't mean we will convert!"

Todd shook the tail of the iron thorns behind him and looked at the Christian in front of him, "If I'm not mistaken, you once led your people to participate in the Froststone Guard?"

"That's right!"

"Two of your warriors gave their lives to protect the camp?"

"Yes, may the Lord bless their souls!"

Todd, who was in the form of a tyrant, let out a dull laugh in his throat: "Don't be in a hurry to thank the Lord yet, how can you be sure that their souls have returned to the arms of the Heavenly Father?"

McGill looked up in surprise, as if he didn't understand why the other party had asked.

"Pick out one of the two people who died in the battle and tell me his name, age, and appearance!"

McGill hesitated for a moment, but finally whispered, "Masiken, my nephew, 21 years old, has a crescent-shaped scar on the right side of his face. ”

Todd stretched out his two iron claws into the air of the hall and began chanting the incantation of Rune, and on the otherwise smooth and clean floor, a number of ancient words suddenly appeared that shone with light.

Tens of seconds later, a pale blue spirit slowly descended from the sky to the ground.

Todd withdrew his arms, looked at McGill and said slowly, "Let's take a closer look." ”

McGill rubbed his eyes, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg: "Massiken!"

The spirit that was called by name raised its head to look at McGill and said hesitantly, "Patriarch?"

McGill excitedly tried to hold the spirit, but found himself in the air.

Todd prostrated himself on the Golden Throne and said to the amazed leaders in the Great Hall, "Massicon has been brought into Valhalla in the Sanctuary for his heroic performance on the battlefield. ”

After a few words of conversation with Masiken's spirit, McGill, who had no other doubts, removed the cross from his neck and slowly knelt at Todd's feet.

"Descendant of the supreme gods, I offer you my loyalty!"