A month later, the African continent.

An ordinary day has started again.

At least for Black Rourke, today is no different from yesterday, the day before yesterday, or even a certain day a month ago.

Early in the morning, get up, eat some fresh loess and grass roots to fill your stomach, and then, because of his fourth-level mid-level strength, Hei Luoke, who became the leader of the demon patrol team, walked into the barracks, and used his black and short legs to make an unforgettable wake-up service for his team members, a large group of black-skinned monsters of the same clan.

"Hurry up, trash!"

Black Roque shook the papers in his hand as he kicked his vice-captain's ass.

"The patrol route passed from above, today's task is very heavy, hurry up!"

So, in a large number of crooked chirping and shouting, the ordinary day belonging to Black Roque began—of course, the so-called ordinary, is what Black Roque himself thinks.

When the entire African continent has been taken down by demons, patrolling is just a tour, just like the kind of repetitive work I've been doing for more than a month, isn't it?

……

"The air quality is good, and the concentration of magic qi is 0.7836 percent, which is 0.0001 percentage points higher than yesterday."

"The concentration of plague toxins in the air has decreased, and it is expected that the plague will completely dissipate after two months."

"Oxygen levels are rising."

A series of reports on air quality came out of the mouth of the technician behind him, and Black Roque picked up a weed on the ground at random, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Send the report back, well, you can taste it too, these newly grown plants taste good."

Black Rocker's words seemed to touch the switch of a certain gate, and the team member behind him, Wu Wuyang, lay on the ground like a pack of mad dogs, frantically grabbing weeds and dirt, and stuffing them into his mouth.

Black Roque rolled his eyes, but he didn't ask for too much - anyway, his team was already part of the cannon fodder formation, discipline or something, and it was over if he made do with it.

Moreover, this is also contributing to the great cause of the demons - these plants can purify the plague toxins in the air and destroy them, which can be regarded as delaying the dissipation of the plague on the African continent.

It's useless, though.

Black Roque thought like this, watching the two team members not far away fight for a weed, sealing the eye hammer, flirting with the yin hand, killing for a thousand years and other yin tricks, the low quality even Black Roke couldn't bear to look at it, fortunately out of sight and out of mind, turned around and walked in the other direction.

……

Facing the gentle breeze, Black Rook lay on the grass and took a detailed look at the patrol route map in his hand.

Today's newly assigned patrol mission is indeed troublesome in the eyes of Black Rook, not only to walk through this desert - it should be said that it is half desert and half grassland now, but also to explore the mountains ahead.

Unknown territory.

Black Rook silently assessed in his heart, then thought for a moment before smiling.

Unknown or not, it doesn't matter, now the remaining earth creatures on the African continent have been infected by the plague, and this kind of mission to explore unknown regions has been done by Black Roque before, and on the whole, the danger is still within the controllable range.

Thinking of this, Black Roque put away the road map, chewed the weeds, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed the rare sunshine under the breeze.

Earth......

It's beautiful......

……

Under the sun and breeze, drowsiness began to creep in.

However, before Black Rook fell asleep, a sudden tremor on the ground woke Black Rook.

Looking at the slightly undulating sand around him, Black Rook looked around with a confused expression.

"Earthquake? It's not like ah......"

Black Roque scratched his head and got up from the ground, took a few steps back to where the troops were, looked at the cannon fodder patrol lying on his back, and just wanted to reprimand him, but his eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened in shock, and he couldn't say a word.

In the distance, a wave like an undulating wave rushed towards the cannon fodder patrol, the yellow soil was round one by one, the ball of earth with small eyes loomed, and a series of sharp killing machines quickly shrouded the entire patrol team, above the yellow sand, a transparent ripple wingman followed the turbulent and undulating sea of sand, for a while, Black Roque actually gave birth to a trace of the illusion of facing the power of heaven and earth!

"Enemy ...... Enemy attack ......"

The siren that Black Roque just shouted didn't wait for it to spread around, and he was stuck in his throat, only to see where the cannon fodder patrol in front of him was, the earth was abruptly dented, and a huge pit appeared out of thin air, instantly trapping the entire team, and Black Roque only heard the sound of fists to flesh, howls, and rumbling footsteps for a while.

Seeing the black demonic blood shoot out from the deep pit, staining the nearby sand, Black Rook quickly came to his senses and turned around to run in the direction of the camp.

Who would have thought that a pair of big hands suddenly came out of the ground and grabbed Black Rook's ankles, and then, Black Rook only felt his body sink, and the sand poured wildly into his open mouth, until the back of the head ushered in a heavy blow!

In the next second, Black Rook fainted very simply.

……

By the time the undulating sand swelled to the edge of the pit, the battle was over.

A diamond-like figure stepped out of the sand in the waves, standing on the edge of the bottomless pit, looking at the flesh and blood of the monsters inside and the soul light scattered around it, and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Soul light poured into the right hand of the mountain golem from the pit, condensing into the invisible creation energy, and then, a small figure less than ten centimeters tall crawled out of the mountain golem's shoulder, a pair of bright small eyes looked at the flesh and blood in the pit, and a trace of greed bloomed from the eyes.

"Go ahead and eat them."

So said the mountain golem.

The corpse golem jumped up from the mountain golem's shoulder, jumped directly into the hole, and chewed on the flesh of the monster.

A piece of creation energy shot out from the mountain puppet's hand and merged into the corpse puppet's body, and under the effect of flesh and energy, the corpse puppet's figure gradually became tall and strong.

Seeing the growth of the corpse golem, the mountain golem nodded in satisfaction.

"The master's first task, cultivating the corpse puppet, is completed."

"Then, the second task, capture a prisoner, well, is also completed."

Thinking of this, the mountain golem looked at the earth elemental who was striding to the side.

The earth elemental, which was nearly three meters tall, was carrying the body of Black Roke in his hands, and the weak black-skinned monster was as helpless as a little chicken cub in the hands of the huge earth elemental.

"The third task is to clean up the battlefield and hide the tracks."

Thinking of the third task, the golem turned to look behind him.

Rows of neatly aligned, but earth elemental puppets of different sizes are endless, and everywhere the sand waves pass, there are earth elemental figures everywhere.

"Kids, clean up the battlefield."

Mental fluctuations spread everywhere, and the earth element slowly melted into the surface, and then, the earth trembled again, and in a moment, the original large earth pit had been completely buried.

"Cloud golem, I still need your help."

"Yes, but you have to give me a fifth of the creation energy."

"Okay."

After a brief communication between the two soul creations, a light breeze blew across the battlefield, and then, only a few traces of battle disappeared completely.

Grabbing the corpse golem on the ground, which was nearly 30 centimeters high, and placing it on his shoulder, the mountain golem looked around again, and after making sure that there was no omission, the figure slowly sank into the ground.

Then, the earth undulated, transparent ripples spread in the air, and the two armies disappeared without a sound.

……

In Africa, in an ordinary hill bag, Wen Yu is leisurely sipping coffee, enjoying the treatment of a landlord who is served.

Beside him, a pale green water element, holding a plate of compressed biscuits in his hand, serving Wenyu wholeheartedly. And behind Wen Yu, a strange wooden man with a height of three meters, flowers that are not like flowers, grass and trees, and trees are not like trees, is waving rattans, and with an extremely skillful technique, he has made a perfectly shaped tortoiseshell binding for a third-level peak monster.

Looking at the squeaky third-level bone demon, Wen Yu frowned slightly, and the tree man immediately understood his master's thoughts, and the rattans on his body quickly became entangled, converging into a huge wooden mallet, and knocked on the bone demon's head with a "bang".

The world is finally quiet.

"Master, we're back."

Before Wen Yu finished drinking coffee, the familiar spiritual fluctuations came, and a crack suddenly opened in the mountain, and in the outside world, an undetectable cloud and a tall stone man walked into the belly of the mountain, and before the two soul creations walked to Wen Yu's side, a small figure jumped down the shoulder of the mountain puppet and burrowed into Wen Yu's arms.

Looking at the corpse puppet that had grown more than three times as long in his arms, Wen Yu nodded with satisfaction, and the wooden puppet behind him waved a rattan to tie up the mountain puppet's captive, Black Roke, and put it next to the bone demon, and the first battle belonging to the soul puppet was officially over.

Looking at the soul puppet surrounding him, a hint of joy flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, and his perception ability was all released, sensing the spiritual connection all over the mountains, Wen Yu silently estimated the power at hand.

The mountain puppet, Wen Yu's first soul creation in the strict sense, grew rapidly under Wen Yu's creation energy supply at any cost, and at the same time kept breeding earth element puppets, so far, there were nearly 100,000 earth element puppets large and small in Wen Yu's hands! And the body of the mountain golem has also grown in this process, until now, the mountain where the soul laboratory is located is already five hundred meters high, not to mention the part of the body hidden underground.

Cloud Golem, Wen Yu's second main soul creation. The untraceable air cyclone in the air is the existence of the cloud golem, the cloud golem is similar to the existence of the mountain golem, and the ability is not the same, and by now, the number of the cloud golem has been about 30,000.

For the time being, there are only water golems, wooden golems, corpse golems and dark golems.

The water puppet and the wooden puppet have condensed their bodies, but due to the lack of substance, a huge group has not been generated for the time being, not to mention the corpse puppet, when the soul puppet attacked for the first time, Wen Yu asked the mountain puppet to take the corpse puppet together, which can be regarded as untying the shackles of the corpse puppet's growth.

As for the dark puppet, its existence is somewhat special, and it is currently hidden in Wen Yu's shadow, but its overall strength is still weak and unusable.

The remaining gadgets such as the Yan Golem, due to the lack of material, grew too slowly, but fortunately they were destroyed by Wen Yu humanely, and it was not too late to rebuild them in the future.

Slowly closing his eyes, perceiving the air, soil, plants, and rivers all over the mountains, the spiritual connections that exist everywhere belong to him, and the dense even gave Wen Yu an innumerable illusion, and after a while, Wen Yu opened his eyes.

Perceiving his sixth skill, Wen Yu looked at the five big characters of the Soul Creation Technique, and couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.

This is the second time, the second time, because of a skill, I changed my future power system planning!

The last skill that could win this honor was called Soul Battlefield!

……

The profession of soul master is more in line with Wen Yu's original plan for his own combat effectiveness - the soldiers are expensive but not much more expensive, originally according to Wen Yu's thoughts, the soul creation should also be like this, a few elite soul creations are enough to fill Wen Yu's disadvantages as a lone ranger again - more than a dozen powerful combat individuals are enough to deal with many things.

However, the existence of mountain puppets and cloud puppets made Wen Yu really embark on an 'evil path'.

Even if it is expensive, it is also much more expensive!

Soul pets and elite puppets are high-end combat power - this is the general, and the secondary puppets are their own army - this is the soldier, and Wen Yu himself is the only king who sits high on the throne!

Be the strongest link and dominate all hosts at the same time!

I, the Host!

I am the kingdom!

I am the supreme King of this kingdom, and wherever I am, the heavens and the earth are for my use, and everything is under my command!

Looking at the several soul puppets standing respectfully in front of him, Wen Yu was once again shocked by the power of the soul creation technique.

Create life and cast God's authority upon usher!

Take control of heaven and earth and transform everything into your own soldiers!

Create something out of nothing, and even breed a race that can reproduce itself!

Nuwa created people, nothing more than that!

Clenched his fists lightly, looking at the 'life' he had created with his own hands in front of him, a trace of trance appeared in Wen Yu's eyes.

What is this? God?

Creating life? This should be something that only God can do, right?

So, it seems that I should be able to deserve the title of God......

In the next second, Wen Yu suddenly shuddered.

I'm not a god, it's just a skill......

It doesn't matter how strong it is, no matter what it can do, skills, after all, they are just skills! And skills, in the end, are just tools.

The essence of the professional has not been changed, so as soon as the idea of "God of the World" rose in Wen Yu's mind, he was severely broken by Wen Yu's strong willpower.

With a slight wave of his hand, he motioned for the puppets to stand back, and then, Wen Yu stood up and walked towards the two-headed monster that was tied tightly behind him.

The creation of life is only an application of soul creation, and Wen Yu has still not completed the research on soul creation.

And now that the army has matured and the test subjects are in place, it's time for Wen Yu to take the next step in his exploration of soul creation.