"Yes, the great god of the void! we are the natives of this world, and these demons ......" The natives of this world, the leader of this rebel army, sensed that Muria was peaceful and did not seem to have the slightest malicious mental power fluctuations, and began to accuse Muria of the sins of those locust people, and called them demons.

Yes, Muria is noncommittal, if it is really a demon invasion, either an epic will come and sweep everything, if there is no epic, three hundred years will be enough for this world to sink, everything will be destroyed, and the whole world will sink and fall into the abyss.

"I'm not a god. After listening to the accusations of the leader of the aboriginal rebellion, Muria spoke, first of all, he vetoed what they called him, his strength, he was still far from the existence of a god!

"Your strength is comparable to that powerful evil god, the god of black light. ”

"Comparable to me?" Muria smiled and shook his head, "If he really competes with me, then he should appear in front of me now, and my appearance is not small." ”

This is the weak person, because of the weakness leads to a narrow vision, for the powerful existence that they cannot understand, in the name of God, such a vision really makes people sympathize and pity.

"Fear you, God of Black Radiance?" the leader of the White Moths understood what Muria meant, and his eyes were stunned, then surprised, and then determined.

"Great Lord of the Void, I implore you to help us in the White Moth people to expel these black locust demons, if you are willing to lead us to subdue the world, we White Moth are willing to serve you for generations!"

"Very decisive, but your race seems to me to have no other meaningful value than to be eye-catching, you are too weak. Muria said something that made people feel angry, but helplessly, it was the truth.

Muria really doesn't look down on this group of guys, except for being more eye-catching, they are nothing good. But there are many eye-catching creatures under his command, such as the elven legion, which is not only eye-catching, but also able to fight, and only creatures with equal emphasis on appearance and strength are eligible to become Muria's dependents.

"Great King of the Void, I ask for your mercy!" all the White Mothmen knelt on the ground, in the most humble gesture, expecting to arouse Muria's sympathy.

They have long understood that without the help of external forces, they will not be able to recover this world on their own, and they are only struggling in despair.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not an evil being, I won't kill wantonly. Muria smiled, probably the white mothman's humanoid face, so they understood what the muscle changes on Muria's face meant. This powerful being is laughing.

"I just think that you are not qualified to follow me, and I will banish the invaders of this world and return it to you," Muria's words made the worship of the white moths even more reverent, and at the same time felt trembling and inferior.

"That's why I'm here. With a look of majesty and solemnity, the future of these white mothmen that he had arranged in his heart existed as the defenders of the world he would control, because the instinct of the world was inherently close to them, and rejected outsiders like him.

"Your Highness Muria!" a vicious green dragon fell from the sky, and after glancing at the shivering white mothmen, he prostrated at Muria's feet, bowing his head, and behind her, a fully formed Void fleet was entering the world.

As the fleet entered the world, as many as twenty-seven Banshee Scouts gradually disappeared from the visible eye as they traveled around the world to begin scouting.

At the same time, one giant after another flew out of the ship with their war pets, because their strength was weaker than Muria's, they were very little suppressed, and their appearance brought great shock to the white moths.

"This is the family of the Void King?" all the White Moths were looking up at the sky, their expressions glazed and in shock, and only a few of the strong-willed could guarantee the sobriety of their will.

"No wonder he would refuse our following, he could annihilate us with any one of his followers!" the leader of the White Moths looked up at the sky.

The snow-white cloud giants walked through the air, each cloud giant was accompanied by three or four dragon griffins, and individual cloud giants also had one or two dragon giant wolves, these powerful giants made the white moth people feel awe. It is such a powerful existence, which actually emerges from those wonderful metal creations in a steady stream, as if it is endless.

Mountain giants who can manipulate the earth element appeared, and one by one they couldn't wait to jump off the transport ship, and then fell to the ground, and began to communicate with the earth and the earth element.

Then there are even more powerful storm giants, the storm giants who first rode the giant peng down from the central Hydra Void battleship, so that the most powerful white moths are all in shock, they may not appear alone, but the appearance of the whole team stunned these guys, their narrow vision, it is impossible to imagine how so many powerful beings gathered together.

......

And when Muria was talking to the White Moths, in the middle of the world, there were 300,000 Black Locusts living in the Black Glory Capital, the strongest person assigned to this world by the Locust civilization, and the legendary Locust Sabah, who called himself the God of Black Glory, fell into anxiety.

When Muria came, he had already felt it, but that strong palpitation made it not have the courage to investigate, and then with the arrival of Muria's fleet, although he didn't understand what was happening, Sabah, whose palpitations became more and more intense, immediately asked for help from the mother realm, launched the highest level of distress messages, and summoned all the legions in the world, so that his palpitations gradually decreased.

......

"Give him that much time to ask for help, those legendary locusts of the Soros civilization should have arrived!"

Muria looked in the center of the world, where there was a tyrannical and dead silence that emanated from the legend.

"I just don't know how many legendary locusts have come to support?

"Towards the center of the world, it is time to promote justice and give this despicable group of invaders the punishment they deserve. ”

Shouting his own words of disbelief, Muria led the mighty fleet and the legions of giants to the center of the world, and in the process of advancing, one group after another of the cloud giants landed and began to suppress the city of the black locust people in an orderly manner.