After burning the palace and burning thousands of people alive, the next day Artis took the nobles hostage and swore an oath of kingship under the ruins of the palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under a high platform, everyone looked solemnly at Artis, who was walking up to the high platform under the service of the servants.

At this time, Artis was dressed in the royal robes of this world, and he was heroic and extraordinary under a divine light.

Behind him, one by one, the sacrifices and believers worshiped feverishly, sensing the majestic divine power like an abyss and a sea on Artis, as if they felt the revival of their gods.

Seeing such a scene, the hearts of some people with ulterior motives sank and they felt an inexplicable pressure.

Under this solemn range, an old priest looked at Artis in front of him and prayed silently.

My God, you are the embodiment of all things

You are the Lord of Nature, my God

Thou art eternity, my God

・・・

Then, under this dignified and solemn scene and bursts of prayers, Artis was crowned king.

"Artsis, King Artsis!"

Below, countless civilians who believed in the god of nature chanted the name of Artis, looking at the figure of Artis with a fanatical expression.

As they cheered, above Artis's head, a star flickered faintly, slowly fluctuating with a faint purple qi, looking a little eager to try.

And all around, a bit of destiny slowly descended with mysterious power, faintly reflecting the appearance of a tree, but it seemed a little illusory, as if something was missing, so it did not condense and form.

Looking at this luck, Artis nodded slightly in his heart, and then looked at an old man beside him.

The old man was dressed in a ceremonial dress, looking dignified and serious, and after feeling the meaning of Artis, he took out a roll of parchment: "King Artis has decreed that the Duchy of Cecil will henceforth be the kingdom of Artis. ”

"Yes!" Suddenly, everyone in the audience bowed their heads to show their submission.

With the completion of this final step, in the luck of Artis, a star suddenly lit up, pulling a trace of destiny and luck to merge, turning into a towering cyan ancient tree, with a faint purple in the middle, faintly merging with the stars and turning into a pillar of heaven.

"Is this the transformation of luck, and it is no longer a dragon. ”

He felt the ancient tree above his head, and thought to himself.

The transformation of qi luck is actually just a true phase formed by the condensation of qi luck under the effect of the system after it has reached a certain level, and the original appearance is different due to different people's hearts. If in the ancient times of the previous life, because the emperor was known as the true dragon son of heaven, what was condensed was dragon qi.

The appearance of the dragon and the tree is different, but their essence is actually the same.

With this in mind, Artis looked up at the sky. At this moment when the Mandate of Heaven descended and was closest to the consciousness of the world, he used his divine power, and a little divine light flashed in his golden pupils, and his consciousness gradually rose, observing the heavenly machine.

As the consciousness gradually deepened, suddenly in the sense, the scene on the earth changed.

On the vast earth, streams of luck began to emerge, each worshipping their own ancestral gods, fighting fiercely on the earth, bringing bursts of black gas.

And in the depths, dozens of starlight emitted faintly flickering everywhere, among which several huge star fragments were the most conspicuous, and a trace of heavenly destiny fell down from the underworld, connecting with the luck above the earth, forming several heavenly pillars, faintly tug-of-war against each other.

Artis looked to the center, where a huge pillar of heaven stood with a rich purple color, and the blessed heavenly orders wrapped around it were shocking, faintly suppressing the other pillars.

"Is this the royal court?" Sensing a wave of rejection and opposition coming from the darkness, Artis thought faintly, and then looked elsewhere.

It was the closest pillar to Ardis, although it was not as good as the royal court, but it also exuded a rich purple aura, and the mandate of heaven carried on it was several times stronger than that of Ardis.

Artis looked intently, and as his consciousness gradually deepened, in the induction, a scene appeared.

On a vast plain, the originally majestic city-state was completely occupied by the invaders, and in it, countless rebels burned and looted inside, turning the city-state into a dead land. And surrounded by a team of knights, an incomparably domineering figure appeared.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a royal robe and a bronze crown, with a strong smell of blood on his body, looking at the corpse in front of him with a big smile, and the fighting spirit on his body fluctuated extremely strongly.

Behind him, an armored ancestral god protected him, growing stronger with his constant slaughter and conquest.

As if sensing something, the ancestral god glanced at Ardis with a sense of it, and a light purple flash flashed in his eyes, exuding a huge majesty.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Artis snorted, and his consciousness was forced out by a deep force that led the world's backlash, and returned to the original venue.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" beside him, a guard wondered.

Artis shook his head and didn't say anything more.

After being crowned king, Artis deprived of the territories of the previously rival lords and royal families as king, and then gave Nadir, Carter and others the surnames of barons.

At the same time, taking advantage of the great loss of the power of the old aristocracy and the development of the new aristocracy, Artis took back all the independence of the nobility in the principality. After that, the nobility only owned hereditary lands, and did not have independent administrative, conscription, etc. autonomy.

Of course, the nobles were very dissatisfied with this, but after the previous shocks, the power in their hands had been greatly reduced, and they could not pose a threat to Artis.

And unlike the kings of the city-states of the past, Ardis ruled with the support of believers and sacrifices who believed in the gods of nature, and did not rely on the power of the nobles, so he could carry it out regardless of their ideas.

Of course, with this decree, almost all the nobles had a violent backlash, either explicitly or implicitly resisting Artis's actions.

And Artis's approach is also very direct and brutal, as long as any nobleman dares to resist, he will directly run over, slaughter his family with great strength, confiscate the territory, and kill a group of people.

Then, under the threat of this means of slaughtering the entire clan at every turn, Artis sent the sacrifice to the villages of the major lords to recruit soldiers.

This action had many benefits, not only to assert one's sovereignty and spread the authority of the new kingdom to the bottom, but also to influence more families through these recruited soldiers, and to strengthen the cohesion of the country.

Different from the past territory to recruit soldiers, in the past, because the lord had autonomy in his own territory, so the collection of civilians in the territory was completely simple and rude form of pulling strong ding, not only the recruited people were not paid, but even needed to bear their own weapons and armor, etc., which often caused a lot of harm, so that the people hated it, and even fled into the mountains immediately after seeing the collection order.

For Artis, however, it was different.

In the ten years since the reincarnation of Artis, the belief in the god of nature has deeply penetrated into the city-states near the north, especially the devotion of the poor people after believing in the gods, which has made countless missionary sacrifices in the south secretly frightened. It is precisely because of the support of these low-level believers that Artis's entry into Cecil was so smooth, and at this time he sent a sacrificial propaganda decree, and under the call of faith, the people welcomed him one after another, and it was almost to the point of eating pot pulp to welcome the king.

And, unlike the nobles who considered themselves noble, from the point of view of the gods, there was no distinction between mortals, and some were only pious or not. And in this respect, those nobles are far inferior to these poor people at the bottom.

In the decree of Ardis, it was stipulated that all those who joined the army to fight for Ardis were given five acres of land for each person, and if they died in battle, they were given another twenty acres of land, and they should be equipped with grain and grass provided by the state, and at the same time, if they killed the enemy bravely on the battlefield, they would also be rewarded.

These policies, in the eyes of Artis, are nothing, but for these civilians, it seems to open a new door.

In this world, commoners do not have their own land, they usually have to pay taxes for the lord, but also need to pay a huge price to rent the lord's land, so they have no savings every year, and can only survive to be exploited by the lord.

At this time, there were such abundant conditions, and suddenly under the call of faith, there were many applicants, and Artis selected 4,000 people among them, and trained them with veterans of the original territory as the backbone.

At the same time, after taking the city of Cecil, Artis ordered the construction of a church to promote the belief in the god of nature throughout the kingdom, with sufficient sacrifices and the support of the original believers.

This practice actually has a certain inhibition of royal power, and if mortals are like this, there will inevitably be many restrictions in the end, which will cause a dispute between royal power and divine power to a certain extent. But as a deity, Artis himself a god believed in by believers, so he was naturally not afraid of this problem.

After that, after doing this, Artis didn't do anything else, but quietly trained under the city of Cecil, silently waiting for the next change.