Opening his eyes, Xia Dong slowly stood up, because he hadn't controlled his body for too long, he felt a little rusty.

What's more, this body that can be said to be a god now needs to be carefully adapted, just looking at the stone slabs that have been stepped on the ground, and the deep footprints that occasionally fall.

Falling from mid-air, the god of fate looked at his cautious appearance, and felt quite interesting in his heart, although he did not have much contact with Xia Dong, but he could roughly understand the character of the other party, after all, as a god who has existed for thousands of years, his insight has been astonishingly sharp.

It's really hard to imagine that tens of thousands of terrifying creatures have been created with his own hands, which makes most people in the entire world extremely fearful, and even the other party that the demigods are afraid of in their hearts is actually a kind person in essence.

"What? Not used to it? ”

Xia Dong, whose soul has been greatly strengthened, can of course hear the other party's small jokes, but he doesn't care, "Well, the difference is a bit big." Stopping, he looked earnestly at the god of fate.

"Thank you so much for today." He is not a fool, why can't he see that without the help of the Supreme Three Gods today, it would be good for him to be safe and sound now, and he still wants to be a god?

"No, we have an agreement first, when your three subordinates are used to the strength, let them go to the Belize Plains, good for everyone, the Calests there are all yours, whether they are souls or corpses." The implication is to ask Xia Dong not to harm the Duchy of Delima again.

"Don't worry, I'll restrain them."

After talking about business, the god of fate didn't stay long, and just broke through the space and disappeared.

Half a month later, the clouds over Mosok were still there, and the cold wind mixed with the flying snow was incessant.

The city is full of undead creatures coming and going, and it is very lively, and from a distance, it almost gives people the illusion that they have returned to the bustling city they once were.

The buildings that had been destroyed in the battle were being repaired, and the undead who were still conscious commanded all kinds of monsters with great efficiency, because they didn't need to eat, sleep or rest compared to the living.

In the highest palace in the center of the city, Xia Dong sat in the garden, in front of him was the gray-white and translucent priest Abraham, and between the two was a round table on which the shogi of this world were placed.

Moving the chess pieces, Xia Dong said with a smile: "Ha Luha, sir, you are going to lose." Although he has only only learned this kind of game for a short time, after all, he has the powerful soul of a god and his calculation ability is extremely perverted, so the old priest can't take advantage of it.

"Chardon, your talent is terrifying, I'm no match anymore." Abraham, who was in a state of soul, sighed, and was a little speechless at the former's learning speed.

"Big brother is the best." Next to him, Jesse, who had been obediently watching, looked at Xia Dong with adoration in his eyes, and said sweetly.

Half a month ago, after Xia Dong became a god, he gained many special abilities, such as night vision, coercion, flight, etc., but the most important thing is to have a space of his own, which is a place independent of the world, whether it is an undead or a living thing, can survive in it.

But so far, he has only let the tens of thousands of undead stay inside, saving them from flying around the city every day, infiltrating people, although the undead in Mosok are also terrifying now.

Combined with the innate ability after becoming the Grim Reaper, he can not only communicate freely with the soul, control the soul, and even make the soul awaken its memory and restore its pre-life state.

As a result, Pastor Abraham, Jesse and the others were reborn in a soul state, and as long as Xia Dong input a little energy for them, they could freely switch between spirit and entity, although they didn't have any physical feelings, but they were not bad.

At this time, a slight induction came, Xia Dong stood up lightly, and explained slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, there are some things to go away." With that, he vanished from the spot, and then appeared in the magnificent hall.

Sitting down on the throne and looking at the three female subordinates with different imposing attitudes below, his head suddenly hurt a little again.

After becoming a container for sharing the negative emotions of the power of faith, the three daughters' personalities are indeed more distorted, and Flora, who was already murderous, is now clamoring every day to purify the world and destroy all things.

Lytia, on the other hand, spends her days thinking about transforming all kinds of creatures of her own, thinking about how to play with the soul.

Cynthia was a little better, but like an iceberg, the silence was palpitating, and the perverted murderous voice had been inherited by her, so she couldn't speak at all now.

The so-called inheritance ability is actually to give them the ability that originally belonged to them, Lytia inherited her ability to transform undead creatures, and Flora inherited her ability to manipulate life, although she didn't know it.

Xia Dong didn't care about his three natural abilities being divided by his subordinates, he didn't want it in the first place, not only that, but he also secretly felt a little relaxed, although he was also pursuing strength now, but he was not willing to lose too much for the sake of strength.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Flora below took the initiative to step forward and kneel down on one knee, "Master, we have adapted to the growth of strength, so we have come to ask you if we can leave for the Belize Plains." ”

Seven days ago, they had asked for it, because they thought that this was the reason why the god of fate had come to their aid, so that Xia Dong could defeat the Calests on behalf of the Holy Alliance, and no longer harass the Duchy of Delima.

Loyal to them, they wanted to fulfill their promise to their master as soon as possible, and for Flora and Lytia, going to the plains of Belize meant indulging in killing and strengthening their subjects, so they were very active, and since Xia Dong became a god, they were strictly forbidden to continue their previous behavior.

It's just that at that time, they couldn't control their strength well at all, and they really let them go out, but they were afraid that wherever they would go, they would become dead, so how could Xia Dong dare to agree?

But is that all it for now?

Looking at the looming terrifying aura around the three of them, the frost condensed at Cynthia's feet, the decaying force field overflowing from Flora's side, and the revenant aura frequently revealed around Lytia, he sighed deeply and reached out to rub his temples.

"You're not ready yet, give me back a good workout, and when I can accurately control the amount of strength!" Facing the subordinates who still wanted to continue to fight, he had to put on a serious expression, "Didn't you hear clearly?" ”

"As you wish!" After kneeling and saluting, the three subordinates slowly withdrew from the main hall, although they were unwilling, but no one dared to continue to entangle.

Seeing their figures disappear, Xia Dong finally let out a sigh of relief, and finally solved it temporarily.

Through the skylight, he looked at the inky clouds outside, and couldn't help but sigh again, what he was doing must be death, how good it would be if it was another god.

Due to the large number of "subjects" in the city, he had to continue to maintain the clouds, the undead basking in the sun was harmful, although very slowly, but it was not possible to accumulate over time, and he had to continue to let the cold wind blow in order to keep the corpses in the city from stinking.

Obviously they are already gods, and the conditions are still so difficult, depressing!