Planted from a height of 10,000 meters, first the air friction spontaneously burned into ashes, and then fell to the ground and fell into slag, the wind blew, and there was no corpse completely dead.

On the temple, a group of subordinates looked at each other.

What is this called?

I thought that the chief couldn't wait to go down first, but he didn't take it seriously, who knew that he hung up directly?

The fall of a god is not a trivial matter, especially this kind of god who is in charge of a world's conquest.

It's not so much how noble these gods are, but the cause of their deaths must be ascertained and used as a lesson for the other gods.

The subordinates who were in charge of writing the report all scratched their heads.

How did the chief die?

Thinking carefully about what happened during this time, a group of people began to play with associations.

For the past 20 days, the chief has been sleepless, keeping his eyes open on the progress of the work on the ground, monitoring the work of millions of human slaves, and even giving orders for the execution of millions of slaves by the secular world, so that the project, which is expected to be completed in 10 years, in 20 days.

First, it is possible that the chief is overworked and exhausted.

Second, it is possible that the commander is angry and angry.

Third, it is possible that the chief is happy and sorrowful.

These three causes of death are very nonsense, but apart from these, how can they be explained?

If there is a corpse, it can be studied, but the problem is that the chief has no corpse, not even ashes.

A group of people looked at each other and instantly understood each other's thoughts.

Anyway, there is no corpse, there is no proof of death, and the group of people in their own unified statement will not doubt it.

It's a bit to be angry and happy, so let's say it's tired.

20 days is a bit short, it's almost 400 days after coming into this world, so write a year and a half.

Anyway, there are many people who die of exhaustion at the Olympus festival, and the gods are also people, so it is not impossible to die of exhaustion.

That's it.

The adjutant immediately took over the conquest.

The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, and the adjutant dreamed that his boss would die at this moment.

On second thought, I died well.

In this way, the credit for conquering the world is one's own, and all kinds of explicit and implicit interests in the future will also be one's own.

Rumble!

The temple shook violently.

Landed!

The temple is back to the top of Mount Olympus, just like the god-king Zeus did thousands of years ago.

The Olympians are back!

The light of the flame will rekindle the world.

The pedestal of the temple gradually lit up, and became more and more shining, dazzling, and impossible to look at.

Rumble!

The ring-shaped shockwave of light burst out 360 degrees, enveloping a radius of thousands of miles in an instant, and then, the light encountered strong resistance, although the speed of advancement slowed down a lot, but it was still expanding firmly.

With Mount Olympus as the center, the area covered by the divine light is the area where the Olympian gods can move freely.

The gods can ignore the will of the world and walk freely on the ground.

When the divine light of Mount Olympus covers every corner and every inch of space on the earth, the will of the world ceases to exist.

The first step in conquering the world is assimilation.

Assimilating the creatures of this world from the root and bloodline, only in this way can they truly belong, and only in this way can they quickly become strong.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

Although the Olympian Protoss does not have this statement, they understand this truth better.

Weak races will be more eager to be strong, and once they are strong and strong, the first challenge is to help them become stronger, and will completely trample this under their feet and never turn over.

Because they know that they are robbers and thieves, and only by killing the owner of the house and cutting down their descendants can they live in the house as the master with peace of mind.

The belief of the Olympian protoss is to break through themselves and surpass their limits, and the instinct of competition is immersed in their bones and souls from the moment they are born.

They do not believe in peace and coexistence of all races.

So, the first thing they did when they entered the world was to convene the governments of the secular world and announce the plan of racial transformation.

This plan is like a bombshell, smashing down on the heads of all politicians, smashing them into confusion and delirium.

"Ridiculous! Shameless! No one with a conscience would accept such a thing. ”

A stout dignitary roared to his feet, and with each curse, a fist the size of a bowl slammed into the solid wood table.

His voice stopped abruptly.

A flame rushed from beneath his feet, booming across the roof.

The firelight came and went quickly, the carpet under his feet, and the dignitaries on both sides were all unscathed, except for the stout dignitary who was nowhere to be seen.

"Who's in favor? Who is against? ”

Silent.

"Well, I'll put it another way - who's against it? Who is in favor? ”

The priests, priests, and fanatics all prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted praises to the Olympian gods.

"Zeus is the father of the gods and the common ancestor of mankind, we all have the blood of the Olympian gods in our veins, but for so many years, we have been intermarrying with filthy and lowly races, and the bloodline has long been dirty, and the purification of the bloodline is very necessary."

"That's right! The bloodline of filthy sins must be interrupted in us and can no longer be allowed to carry on to our children and grandchildren, and I support the Race Transformation Program. In the world of the future, there will be no racial distinctions, and all human beings will be descendants of the Olympian gods. ”

Overwhelmingly.

There is no suspense at all.

If there is a diplomat from the Ming Dynasty on the other side, they can eat garlic to their heart's content and spit wildly, or even take off their boots and smash them at the opposite side.

Because they know that the diplomats of the Ming Dynasty are at most very good-mouthed, quoting scriptures and scolding people without dirty words, but they will never do anything.

But now, sitting across from him was the gods.

Humans bargain with the gods?

The gods are not asking for advice at all, but announcing the results.

Before, there was a voice in the United States of the West that the gods could not be allowed to come to the world, and that secular society must be in the hands of humans.

However, the pressure on them was too great, they had no choice at all, and the gods were their only hope of doubling.

Now I understand that the Ming Dynasty is at most destroying their country, and the gods are destroying their bloodline.

When the people of the Ming Dynasty can still retain their own customs, traditions, writing, and history, the Ming Emperor, like their ancestors, just destroys the country and worships people endlessly.

When the people of the gods are the people, even if the customs, traditions, culture, and history are all preserved intact, and the bloodline is gone, who will identify with these and cherish them?

God appeared in time, and man's social status was naturally reduced by one.

Speaking of the status of species, what is underneath humans?

The first is cats and dogs.

Then there are poultry and livestock.

Man will not think of assimilating the latter two, but the god of Olympus will.

Myths and legends clearly record the efforts and efforts of the Olympian gods in this matter.