In this world, every intelligent creature has a soul.

When an intelligent creature dies, its soul will leave its body and enter a mysterious and unknown world, which can be called the underworld.

The River Styx, which flows through all the lower planes, such as the Abyss and Hell, originates in this world.

In this world, all souls are sorted and subject to the judgment of Kranvo, the Lord of Death.

Of course, as a powerful divine power, the Lord of Death does not need to touch every soul, but only uses divine power to create many mirror judgment spaces and automatically handle related matters.

After the death of the deity, the "little black house" that the soul enters is one of the countless mirror spaces.

The favored by the gods, naturally favored by the gods, can be resurrected through the special resurrection pools of many shrines.

But when ordinary aborigines die, souls enter this judgment space and decide where to go according to their level of faith.

The hierarchy of beliefs from low to high is divided into: unbelievers, panbelievers, devout believers, and fanatics.

The simple understanding is that the unbelievers have no faith.

Pan-believers are the kind of casual believers, who cram, and can't remember anything about it.

A devout believer is a religious believer, who prays to the deity every day, and who also takes the initiative to preach to others, so that everyone around them believes in this deity.

A fanatic believer is one who gives everything to the gods, including his own life.

Among them, the souls of the unbelievers will be taken to "paste the wall".

That is, to be nailed to the wall of the unbeliever, to suffer untold suffering, to which there will never be relief!

Panbelievers will mostly fall into the River Styx, except for the few that are picked up.

Eventually, all memories are erased and reincarnated as evil creatures such as demons and demons.

Religious believers will be brought into the kingdom of God by the divine envoys, become the prayers of the kingdom of God, and gradually be assimilated by the kingdom of God and lose everything.

It's almost like a wall, making the kingdom of God stronger and stronger.

As for the fanatical believer, when he dies, his soul will directly enter the kingdom of God, and the gods will consume divine power to promote him to a legendary existence.

This is the most precious treasure of the gods.

To measure the essence of a deity is to look at the number of fanatical believers!

Many souls go in different directions, which can be regarded as an important means used by the gods to plunder faith, and the standard sweet dates are sticks!

You manipulate corpses, or occasionally get some souls, and the Lord of Death naturally doesn't bother to care about you.

In the eyes of the Lord of Death, those necromancers are nothing more than little rats stealing food, and at most they will send the priest of the Temple of Death to investigate and deal with it.

But if you devour souls on a large scale, you will definitely attract the attention of the other party!

What is the other party's bottom line, this is what Su Yun wants to know the most.

"I need to find someone to experiment......" Su Yun watched the countless origins slowly dissipate, and a thought flashed in his heart.

After obtaining the Godhead, he was already qualified to enter the realm of gods, and he could directly plunder these dissipated soul origins.

He is in great demand, the more the better, even a city of more than 100,000 souls in Lane City can't satisfy his appetite.

This is the standard killing of chickens and eggs, and even the devil does not do it.

For the gods, they can also transform the soul source into divine power, and before that they will receive the power of faith from the believers day after day.

When you die, you will completely devour the soul source.

But Su Yun didn't have this time, he could only quickly accumulate it by killing chickens and taking eggs......

He used his palm wrapped in divine power to grasp a mass of soul origin at random.

The gray-white soul origin feels like a soft transparent marshmallow, which makes him always have the urge to take a bite.

"I seem to have been affected by the abyss consciousness, and I have also become obsessed with the delicacy of the soul, and I must find a way to deal with it."

Su Yun frowned, looked at the soul origin that had been bitten unconsciously in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

With the help of the demon clone, he was able to rise to the rank of legend in a mere three or four months, and he didn't attract much attention.

But after the demon clone was promoted to the legend, it has become more and more influential on the main body.

It's like a poppy flower, beautiful and alluring, but it contains many deadly traps.

Let's go!

He casually threw the marshmallow into his mouth: "It tastes good, sweet and sour, with a jasmine fragrance......"

If you cast the Psionic Eye and have the ability to see the soul, you can see that there is a rather strange scene behind him-

Countless soul origins drifted away, like fireflies floating into the void.

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Mocha Lizardfolk Tribe.

It is a tribe with a history of more than 300 years, and it has a very complete tribal camp.

They built a rocky wall of the Death Swamp, one of the few in the Death Swamp, more than five meters high, on which the lizardmen stood with bows and arrows.

Around the walls there was a ring of swampy silt, and there was also a moat.

There was only a drawbridge leading to the gate to protect against those massive attacks.

As a humanoid tribe, the lizardfolk also grow simple crops, and their camp houses are built much like humans.

The most terrifying thing is that this is a race of all-soldiers, in which the proportion of warriors can exceed 50% of the horrors.

After hundreds of years of development, their population has become larger and larger, and they have to wage a series of wars to plunder living space.

This was true even in the real world of human antiquity, where whites who claimed to be civilized, transported boatloads of blacks to those big estates.

Boatloads of blacks died during the journey, and most of them died of exhaustion or illness after being delivered to the manor, so that those "civilized people" could accumulate a blood-stained capital!

Not to mention a race war, a war that completely decides the fate of a race, and it will naturally be even more cruel.

The losers will be slaughtered, with bloody slaughter, and they will kill all enemies, including young females.

Originally, they had waged war with the snake people, and only a third of the tribe remained, but now the soldiers who had participated in the war fled back in a hurry.

As they ran, they shouted words like "demons" and "that's a bunch of demons" in dragon language, and their bodies were completely controlled by panic.

These warriors are all more than 2.2 meters tall, but now they are like a flock of weak and fearful lambs, full of fear.

Knock knock!

A moment later, the lizardmen who remained in the tribe finally saw the object of the deserter's fear, and it turned out to be-

A bunch of humans!

This group of humans is only about one meter eight tall, which is much worse than the lizard people, but it frightened the deserters and said: "This is a group of demons, don't be their enemy!" ”

The majestic lizardman, who was three meters tall, stood up with a heavy black iron rod in his hand, stood in front of the only suspension bridge, and suddenly let out a roar:

"Humans, this is our Mocha tribal territory, get back to me. Otherwise, I'll kill you all!" ”

Able to scare the brave and fearless lizardfolk soldiers like that, no lizardfolk will doubt the strength of the other party.

In response, a figure from the group of humans also stepped out and said coldly: "Surrender or die!" ”

Woohoo!

As he spoke, thousands of lizardmen on the walls pulled their bows and arrows, and one arrow after another swooped down like locusts.

A shocking scene happened.

Even after being attacked by thousands of arrows, this group of humans did not retreat at all, but launched a charge against the rain of arrows.

"Charge! Charge! ”

Bite! Bite! Bite!

Under the attack of the rain of arrows, these people were all covered with a layer of invisible defense, allowing them to pass through the rain of arrows unscathed, and rushed towards the lizard camp with the rain of arrows.

"Demons, this is a bunch of monsters!"

The lizardmen instantly broke down in morale, shocked by this completely incomprehensible situation, and their eyes widened one after another.

Airplanes!

The strange spells fluctuated, and the human soldiers suddenly tripled in speed, and quickly rushed into the city gates, leaving them completely unreactive.

- Crowd Acceleration!

A brutal slaughter was staged again, and the lizardmen were completely defenseless in the face of these human soldiers, and were wantonly slaughtered by the other party.

In just ten minutes, one after another strong lizardman warriors fell to the ground, and most of the remaining lizardmen were injured, looking at each other in horror.

Simon said coldly again: "Surrender, or die!" ”(https:)

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