In a gathering area where tribes are the social structure, there can be no grand architecture.

Dozens of different tribes live in the entire northern snow-capped mountains, but because all of them only believe in dragon gods, conflicts rarely occur.

In this tribal group of igloos, the silver-haired and silver-eyed figure sits in the center of the complex and the most magnificent igloo.

The mare's milk wine, which was placed on the table and could be used as an offering, had lost its original heat.

In this religious room, a totemic portrait of a dragon hangs in the center of the lobby.

Dragons are such noble creatures in this world, if it weren't for the fact that the demon dragon looked like a wurm instead of a pure-blooded dragon, it is estimated that when it appeared, others would not be in the mood to resist.

In the midst of the intricate totemic texture, behind the dragon, there is a slender human shadow.

This represents him.

Ace. Norris.

A being who stands side by side with God.

After waiting for a while.

Orna, the leader of the group, walked into the room in full armor, saw him, and was about to kneel down to salute when he reached out and interrupted Orna's movements.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Patriarch, everything is arranged, and the 30,000 warriors of the northern tribes can go out at any time at your command." Olnar said humbly, but with a slightly hesitant expression on his face.

"Do you have any questions?"

"No, not at all!" He glanced at the emotionless pupils with some trepidation, and immediately lowered his head.

"I gather all the warriors who can fight in the entire Northern Snow Mountain. Not to defend this place, but to attack! ”

"Hold... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Ace-sama. If you're going to attack that group of demons, I think. ”

"No chance of winning?" He seemed to have guessed what the man in front of him, who was kneeling taller than himself, was thinking in his heart.

"The number of those demons is endless, and even 30,000 people can't defeat that demon army. Now I want to ......"

"What do you believe in?" The unmechanicalized voice carries a sense of questioning that cannot be denied.

"Ace... My lord... You, and... and Lord Ryujin. ”

"Then if I say." He turned sideways to reveal the totem portrait behind him, which depicted a picture of a dragon flapping its wings: "Is this the will of the dragon god?" ”

"Ryujin... Ryujin-sama? Orna looked up in surprise and looked at the man in front of him.

If the saints are gods and living gods in the hearts of ordinary people, then the so-called dragon god is just a kind of spiritual sustenance, ethereal, and no one has ever seen the so-called dragon god!

Compared to this kind of reality, it exists in front of my eyes. A strong presence that can protect itself. Ryujin sounds like a bedtime story that tricks a little one.

Although Orna knew that it would be a big rebellion to think so. But he really couldn't believe that the so-called all-knowing and all-powerful dragon god really existed in this world.

"Yes, Lord Ryujin fully woke up a few days ago." There seemed to be a hint of yearning in his cold tone: "He is a true being, and he rules the court of the gods. All the saints, and our strength. And a few days ago, the full power of Lord Ryujin had returned. ”

"He, as you believe, is an omnipotent god, and the demons are nothing but a bunch of small reptiles in his eyes, so the time has come to fight for your faith."

Because words are emotionless, they are convincing, as if they were stating a simple fact.

The arrival of the dragon god......

Even if Orna had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to offend this powerful being again and again.

And he's talking about the whole crew!

In other words, all the people in the Northern Snow Mountains will be protected by Lord Ryujin.

"Lord Ace, please give me a day to prepare, no, half a day is enough."

"Go ahead, the sooner the better."

When he had finished speaking, he stood there, looking up at the totem, not knowing what he was thinking.

…………

A day later.

A group of brothers and sisters gathered in front of him.

He forcibly suppressed the ** who complained in his heart, and didn't say anything, this group of people who felt confused about their future destiny, because of the fear of the gods, or the psychology of respect, no one dared to jump out and question.

In this way, on the days when the northern snow-capped mountains were covered by heavy snow, as long as he led the way in front, the cold would not have come here.

The snow made way for him, and the cold surrounded him only around.

The demonic forces that popped up from time to time were easily dealt with by this powerful saint.

During the journey, this made everyone more sure that they had made the right choice in the first place.

The temperature is gradually warming, although it is still below freezing, but now it is out of the uninhabited snow-capped mountains.

Surrounded by branches of silver pines.

Ever since the influence of the Demon Realm came, this world has always been a gray and oppressive place, and even the snow is gray.

But when everyone gradually went deeper into the forest, they found that the branches of the trees suddenly bloomed buds!

This winter... Dispelled!

The ground here was littered with demonic limbs, which became nourishment for the trees, as if they had fast-forwarded the arrival of spring hundreds of times, and the dead branches sprouted buds and blossomed.

The gray clouds in the sky also became clear, and the sun shone down on the world again.

In this incredible scene, it is a very delicate small city.

Just like the dreamy city in a fairy tale, without the grandeur and prosperity of a big city, in this world surrounded by darkness, this sunlit city can make people feel a little warm.

When the tribesmen stepped into the sunlit area, they felt warm all over their bodies, all the fatigue on their bodies disappeared, and the depression in their hearts disappeared.

With excitement and anticipation, under his leadership, when the group of tribesmen came to the gate of this small city, they found that many people had been stationed in front of the city.

Not only humans, but also humanoid creatures of various forms, elves who have been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests without caring about the world, winged people who live in the clouds on the other side of the river, orcs who do not have a very harmonious relationship with humans, and even high-level demonic beasts that are equivalent to hostile relations with humans.

It's all here! The planet's diverse creatures are clustered here.

"Clan... Long? "These tribesmen who have never seen the world have been stupefied by the sight.

Orna was also dumbfounded, and he looked at the silver-haired and silver-eyed figure in front of him.

"Rest in this meadow and remember not to mess with anyone!"

He just whispered a word of instruction and continued to walk forward.

At the same time, he also exuded the coercion of himself that overrode everyone present, and belonged to the breath of a saint!

Whether it was a powerful demonic beast or a rude orc, feeling the aura on his body, they all made way for him.

The gates of this delicate little city suddenly opened, and he was the only one who walked into the city.

The buildings of this small town are very ordinary, but there is a sense of comfort in the ordinary, in the buildings at the very end of the city.

He walked up the stairs into a building that could barely be considered grandiose.

The door was pushed open, and he found that twelve people had already arrived, and he was thirteen.

All but six of the thirteen are humans, and the other races are diverse...... He just glanced at it lightly, and stood in the seventh position of the twelve.

All of them are saints, saints who survived the fall of the court of the gods, the strongest force in this world.

And he belongs to the seventh position among the strongest twelve.

The saints did not communicate with each other, they gathered their breath here, and waited quietly...... Waiting for the arrival of the legendary dragon god.

"Yo, good afternoon, everyone!"

Not the impression of majesty as legend suggests, in the back hall of this hall, a child no more than twelve years old came out.

The long hair was as black as ink, naturally scattered down, and he was wearing a slightly dragging costume similar to a gorgeous costume.

With a smile on his face, he introduced his identity.

"I think the manager of the Court of the Gods, the first saint, you should know the identity of Messilus very clearly, but this is only a part, my real identity is the dragon god in the mouth of the nether, and I also represent this world, it can be said that I am the will of this world, and then I will officially introduce it, I am the seventh serial number god of the creation god system, Messilu."

Bright golden pupils flickered in the eyes of the boy who looked very delicate on the outside.