What other consequences can there be? When the gods that overlap in the realm of the priesthood are not equal in strength, they are nothing more than two ends, fall and surrender.

His true body was already standing in front of this god, and although he had not fought before, he could be sure that he could not defeat this being.

"Well, the race you're sheltering is migrating! But the new gathering place you chose is not very good, and of course it is still much stronger than the old one. Before ten breaths had passed, the frightened whispers of the god of sand echoed through the hall, and the patron god gave in.

"Your Majesty, I would like to be your god, and I ask you to protect me and my people!"

The god who was supposed to be high knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to Muria, and with his words, a great will descended, waiting for Muria's choice.

The relationship between gods and spirits can be more complex than ordinary mortals think, and even if one of the weaker gods surrenders to a more powerful god, there are many relationships to choose from.

For example, the weakest relationship is nominal submission, a typical example is the furious god system of Erathia, whose main god, the Lord of the Storm, and the gods under his command, the relationship between the two sides, even if you search the world community, you will definitely find a similar.

Of course, the main reason why there is such a strange group of gods as the Fury God System is because the laws of the world are strict in Erathia, and even powerful gods cannot wantonly infringe on the interests of weak gods.

And Talos, the god of storms, wants to gain the power of the gods, but his gods are not willing to be exploited, so they create such a ridiculous situation of confrontation between the top and bottom.

And this kind of subordination is naturally not what Muria expects, and this level of control is really too bad in Muria's opinion.

And the rules of the world in which he lived were far less perfect than Erathia's, and the gods could actually walk freely on the earth, which gave him room to operate.

For example, extermination. In a world where the true god can be born, a race that has lost the protection of a god has no power to resist in the face of a god's ill intentions.

Therefore, the god of the yellow sand immediately gave in when he heard what Muria said, and the fundamental reason was because he regarded Muria's words as a threat, and if he did not submit, he would destroy his race.

Of course, Muria can guarantee that what he said didn't actually mean anything special, he just happened to see the race contaminated with the breath of this god with the help of Luo Tianjing, and then he said what he saw, without any threat of persecution, well, that's it.

How could he Muria be such a vicious being who threatens other gods with his race, he can't do such a thing without limits. If the god of yellow sand has this kind of thought, it is because this god does not know him, so he makes such a bad conjecture, and it has nothing to do with him.

"Yes, yes. ”

Muria, who felt that she was pure in nature and did not do evil, heard that the god was willing to surrender to her and ask for her protection, she nodded with relief, and then further offered her invitation,

"Hand over your priesthood, I need your part of the priesthood!"

"This ......" Seeing the request, even Ugo Sosa, who was already ready, couldn't help but hesitate, he knew what would happen next, and because of this, he felt hesitant, but in Muria he also saw his hesitation, so he added,

"If you become my god, I can find a better place for your people to live than you have chosen. ”

Hearing Muria mention of his race, the god of the sand suddenly felt a wave of humiliation, helplessness and grief in his heart, but in the end he still chose to bow his head, he only had this choice.

"Your Majesty, this is my Godhead!"

Wanting to protect his own people, the god of the yellow sand offered his godhead, and the earthy yellow godhead shone with an impure divine light, and under the mind of its owner, the godhead of this god floated into the hands of another god.

"What a dutiful deity!"

Muria sighed and shook the godhead in his hand, wondering if it was his wish or the influence of the priesthood that the god had endured humiliation and bowed to him in such a way, but it didn't matter, the result was what he wanted.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, it's just to gather the divine power. ”

If he is too harsh on this god, then the difficulty of subduing other gods by force will increase exponentially in the future.

Of course, he thought so, but Muria didn't say it in his mouth, and he began to extract the [desert] priesthood that was conceived in it, and this action made the divine light of this godhead become uncertain, and cracks appeared on it.

And the aura on the body of the god of yellow sand, who was with his life, suddenly began to fluctuate, and he was only weak in his divine power, and at this moment, he actually had the risk of falling from the position of the god.

"!"

"Silence!" Muria was concentrating on extracting the priesthood, and when she heard the interference, she immediately scolded.

As a result, the god of the yellow sand could only watch with great trepidation as Muria acted recklessly towards his priesthood, and at this time, he still had a small fluke in his heart.

But this fluke was finally defeated by the facts, and the God of Yellow Sand watched with a hint of despair as a slightly smaller crystal was separated from his godhead and then fused by the being sitting above.

As a result, the aura on the body of the god of yellow sand, who had been plundered of a part of the priesthood, began to fall, and his body began to appear strange, with bright light overflowing from his body, and the divine power on his body continued to weaken with the continuous blooming of these lights, like a balloon that was constantly leaking.

But the bad news of the fall of the godhood did not happen to him in the end, and the priesthood that had just been integrated into Muria was separated again, and then reintegrated into his godhead, which had shrunk in a circle and seemed to be about to crumble.

And Muria, who had already completed what he wanted to do, gently pushed the godhead and let it re-enter the body of the god of sand, so all the visions of the god of yellow sand stopped, and the divine power and divine light on his body returned to its original peak.

The god of the yellow sand was delighted by the loss of strength, and he couldn't help but smile on his face when he realized that there was not the slightest weakness in his body, but in addition to joy, there was also a sense of gratitude to Muria.

He knew that such feelings were wrong, but who made this being stronger than Him, and He had no strength to resist. Even such an act is a gift to Him.

The god of yellow sand carefully tasted the power in his body, in his senses, the strength did not decay by a single inch compared to before, it seemed to be the same as before, but he knew that it was completely different from before.

His power is no longer completely under His control. He could clearly feel that the divine power derived from the [desert] priesthood, in addition to himself, there was a controller with higher authority than him.

In other words, whether or not He can continue to maintain His status as a god is determined entirely by the thought of a being, who has lost his freedom as a god and has become a dog of his God.

"Meet Your Majesty!"

Erasing the unwillingness in his heart, the god of yellow sand knelt down on his knees, paid homage to Muria, and accepted the result.

The law of the jungle eats the strong, as it is, there is nothing to complain about, the strength is weak, and it is extremely normal to become the object of oppression and exploitation by others, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later, and now this kind of result is already good in comparison.

"Well, get up, you don't have to do it in the future, you are also a god, there is no need to humiliate yourself like this. ”

Seeing that this little god had adapted to his identity so quickly, Muria was quite satisfied.

In fact, with the level of control he has over the present God, there will be no problem with what he does to Him, because that part of the Person who maintains existence is under His control.

And such a subordinate relationship among the gods is unimaginable in Erathia, and the perfect world rules make it impossible for powerful gods to bully weak gods wantonly, even mortals, under the protection of world rules, have the possibility of fighting against gods.

Something like Muria's use of the clan to coerce a Patronus into bowing his head is almost zero in Erathia...... Phew, no coercion, just a reminder.

"You are my god now, so whatever you want now, please tell me, and I will meet you according to the situation. Muria was quite satisfied at this time, as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, and he made a good start this time, but something similar may not be repeated a second time, not all gods will choose to become guardian spirits.

"I just want to pray now that my community will not be harmed in any way, and that there will be no more conflicts over the water supply. ”

"Well, that's easy. Such a humble request, it can even be said that it is not a requirement at all, Muria naturally agreed, "I will send the legions under my command to help your clan transfer, and you can also choose some of your clan to move into the territory under my control, where the average quality of the newborns born to your clan will be stronger than the previous generation." ”

"Thank God for your grace, and I'll make arrangements when I get back. The face of the god of yellow sand like a rock showed a sincere and frightened expression, but in his heart it was a completely different thought, "This god lord's heart is really black, and he has already controlled some of my priesthood, and he is still not at ease, and he still uses this method to blackmail me." ”

The unwarranted slander in the heart of the god of yellow sand, Muria naturally did not know, and if he knew, there would be an argument.

And now, Muria is excited to pull this little god who has been messing around for a while in this extremely chaotic realm to understand the situation here. The weaker they are, the more basic information they know, because this is what they need to survive.