What is the most effective way to destroy a god who believes in it? Quite simply, destroy His temple, slaughter His followers, and make Him a rootless pinch, and over time, when the divine power is exhausted, it will naturally perish.

The most rigid method is naturally to lead the legion into his kingdom, burst his body, and shatter his kingdom, but this method does not cure the symptoms.

As long as His Church is still there, the believers are still there, and as long as there is a period of time, he can come back again, so in the final analysis, it is very cost-effective to directly erase the gods by force.

The best way is to fight the gods so that they dare not emerge from the kingdom of God, and then send legions to destroy the temple and slaughter the believers. And that's what Tiffany is doing with the Legion of Giants.

As for why Muria didn't do it himself, it was because this alien god was unworthy, and he was assigned to fifty-nine realms, and its area can be regarded as fifty-nine small and medium-sized resource-rich worlds.

The realm where the gods were born is not bad, but Muria has already sent an avatar and his daughter himself to conquer it, what else do you want?

Let him do it himself, but the waste of combat resources will delay the time for him to subdue his own allocation to the realm. If you can't eat all the benefits you put in front of you, it's hard to say what will happen once the other gods have completed the conquest.

Because after harvesting more realms and intelligent races, there must be gods who will gain more divine power and be promoted to become more powerful beings.

The same is true of Muria himself, once he conquers the realm assigned to him, his promotion to a powerful divine power is an absolutely unshakable thing, and at that time, he will also become a bigwig-level god that the gods fear and admire.

"Bag!"

In the ruined city, Tiffany looked at the crushed idol she had crushed and cursed with disdain as she had first descended on the realm and led the legions to destroy the temple.

This god, who was defined by her father as unsubdued and needed to be killed, once descended into an incarnation and tried to stop or even kill her, but she was suppressed by her.

Well, that's it, the incarnation descended by the gods, facing the dragon who wanted to destroy his faith, was directly pressed to the ground and rubbed, and in front of his millions of believers, he was brutally beaten, and he was so faceless.

After that, the god tried to die a few more times, but his resistance was suppressed by Tiffany, and then there was no more, and it was given in vain, and no one had the confidence to continue sending it on, not even gods.

However, Tiffany was very relaxed on the surface, but she knew very well that even if this god knew that he could not defeat him, he would never be willing to sit back and watch his faith be destroyed, and he would resist, and even drag all the living beings into the water after he was unable to return to the sky, such a bad thing could happen.

......

While Tiffany was "doing her best" for her father, her two other siblings were leading the legions to conquer the territory that Muria had arranged for them.

It's not just them, the core team that Muria brought from Erathia was all arranged by him, such as the White Tiger Troy who signed a contract with him, the Lori Queen Remilia whom he had raised for a while, and the White Dragon Queen Claudia, all of these legends who could stand alone were released by him.

Of course, his grandfather gave him a pet, and Indira was not among them, and as long as Muria did not lose her mind, she would not be taken out of sight.

Now, Muria, who was arranged by everyone around him, chose to conquer the most difficult realm as his goal as his daughter, companion, or pet had expected.

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The gentle breeze with the fresh smell of green grass blew and the wind chimes hanging in the temple made a crisp sound, which made the face of a woman who walked into the temple with an anxious face soothe a little, and the anxiety in her heart was also dissipated by the sacred and peaceful atmosphere of the temple.

Then, the temple keeper who was in charge of maintaining the temple stepped out and watched the anxious-faced woman kneel before the peaceful idol, pray sincerely, and then say her wishes.

The humble little temple, the small statues of the gods, the ordinary people dressed in plain temple blessings, and the prayers were pious...... Everything that is simple and plain falls into the eyes of one being.

In the invisible interstices of ordinary mortals, beings with monstrous ambitions carefully observe them, and their performance, and the performance of the object of their prayers, will determine the way in which this being conquers their world.

Yes, in Muria's eyes, he could see that as the sorrowful woman prayed, the original simple and simple dwarf idol shone with a faint aura, and then a faint consciousness appeared that could be called weak to him.

The spirit that appeared was more peaceful in form than the idol on the offering table, but it did not have much majesty. However, its presence was invisible to the two mortals in the small temple.

Weak...... This is what Muria said in the eyes of a "god" who accepts the prayers of mortals, because there is nothing comparable to the true god except for the ability to accept the belief in containment, which is the only quality that is the same as the true god.

But very merciful, well, for in Muria's world, the Spirit, who could not be called a god at all, answered the prayer of mortals, and gave a little of the little power that sustained its existence to the woman who had come to ask for the banishment of her son's disease.

When the woman left the temple with a faint amulet, the smile on the face of the worshiped god became kinder, even if its power weakened a little.

This is probably an existence similar to the earth god, but it is weaker than the earth god, and if it loses the worship of mortals, it may not be long before it will dissipate, and it is a very fragile god.

"Every mortal who prays to you, will you give them a response like this?"

With a hint of curiosity, the temple was holding a broom to clean the temple seriously, but suddenly unaware, the original smiling god changed his face greatly, and looked at the existence that stood in front of its idol at some point.

"God-sama!"

The spirit of an old man, about half the size of an adult, bowed to Muria with a respectful expression.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking you a few questions and just telling you what you think. ”

Murria, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, waved his hand, but he was not much stronger than mortals, but he had a little supernatural earth god, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, in his eyes, every place on the body of this being in front of him, even the robe on his body, the crown on his head, was composed of vast divine light, and its brilliance was far more brilliant and dazzling than the sun overhead.

Such an existence is something it is far from imagining, because its most essential core is only a faint divine light, far less than the existence in front of it.

"God, I will respond to every human who prays to me within the limits of my ability. ”

"Aren't you afraid that you will perish because of this? Some wishes will be answered at the cost of your own existence. Muria asked, probably the smallest deity he'd ever seen, with a gentle attitude.

"I hadn't thought about that. The old man's spirit shook its head, it really hadn't thought about it.

"You don't have to respond to every mortal who asks you, just a part of it, and your presence will grow stronger. Muria gave the weak deity very pertinent advice, as the true gods do, they only respond selectively, and some of the believers' balloons, even so, are enough to maintain the faith.

Responding uncontrollably to the prayers of believers will only empty themselves, because there is no upper limit to the desires of mortal things, and they will always want to extravagant things that they simply cannot match.

"Don't respond to the pleading?" Ling, who heard Muria's suggestion, was shocked, "How can this be?"

"Why can't this be?" Murria became even more interested in hearing such a strange rhetorical question, "mortals pray to the gods, and the gods naturally have the right to choose whether to respond or not. Isn't it normal to ignore some supplication?"

"Yes...... Doesn't that betray their piety?" the weak god still couldn't comprehend, and Muria was amazed by its doubtful expression.

"You have a very simple group of believers. ”

The manifestation of the weak earth god in front of him, Muria's divine thoughts swept away the reason, the small village at the bottom of the mountain was its root, and the simple villagers would not ask too much of the gods who sheltered them.

"But you can't do everything you can to fulfill your wishes! What would you do if one day a villager begged you, and you exhausted all your strength to accomplish what he was asking for?"

"Then give a response!" replied the weak spirit in a tone of course.

"Aren't you afraid of your own demise?" asked Muria, curiously.

"Don't be afraid. The little deity, without the slightest majesty of the gods, replied very honestly, "This is the purpose of my existence, I exist to answer their prayers, and if I refuse to exist for the sake of existence, then my existence is meaningless." ”

"You are better suited to be a god than all gods, including me. Muria stared at the first supernatural being he encountered after entering this realm, and sighed with heartfelt emotion.

"God, you are serious. The little spirit panicked, and such a compliment, although it sounded good, made God feel very uneasy.