"My choice?"

Standing in the void, facing the inquiry of Artis in front of him, Vadria's eyes couldn't help but be a little confused. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He thought for a long, long time, and then looked at the world in the distance. There, the splendor of the world is still shrouded and blooming with endless brilliance.

"I see. In an instant, Artis understood his choice.

He didn't say much, he didn't persuade, just looked at Vadria with gentle eyes, silently supporting his decision.

A wisp of divine power gradually evaporated, enveloping Vadria's body, sending him back to the main plane world in an instant.

In a place that ordinary people can't see, a little purple world source power permeates around Vadria, silently soothing the sins on his body.

"That's all I can do for you, so far. ”

Looking at Vadria's vanishing figure, Artis sighed secretly, then turned his gaze to the others around him.

He looked at the gods who had been resurrected by him, and a smile appeared on his face, "What is your choice?"

These godborns looked at each other, and the information in their minds made them understand who the person in front of them was, and there was some awe in their eyes.

"We are willing to follow our ancestors!" they said in unison, and in an instant they reached a consensus and decided to follow in Artis's footsteps.

Artis nodded: "My body is still in the process of transformation, and it will take a little time to come to this universe." ”

"In the meantime, return to the Lord plane and settle the past. ”

"The Lord Plane is about to usher in a demon god, and this universe will encounter a crisis, and as my descendants, I allow you to bring your friends and subjects to join the new universe to survive. ”

A faint voice sounded around him, causing joy to appear in the eyes of many of the gods.

Then, in an instant, a flash of light flashed, taking them away from the void in an instant, and returning to various locations in the main plane world according to their wishes.

"I, back again?" Looking at the familiar scene around him, in the midst of an ice field, the tall barbarian godborn looked at the familiar tribe in the distance, his eyes mixed with mixed emotions such as happiness, excitement, and loss.

After a while, he looked at the familiar tribe in the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped into it.

The rest of the Divine Descendants are similar.

At the very beginning of the resurrection, Artis had already informed them of a great deal of information, and as the gods of Artis, they had the right to know.

As a slaying godborn, despite the bloodshed, he has more or less some friends and clansmen.

And while they were busy with all this, the three of Artis remained in the void.

This is the end of this matter, and the next thing to do is to move all the believers and descendants of the Lord plane. ”

Looking at Olais and Ogsha in front of him, Artis nodded and said to them.

Hearing Artis's words, the two opposite sides nodded, without any opinion.

"Father, please. Ogsha smiled and looked at Artis.

On Artis's body, the light of faith slowly dispersed, and on it, the threads of faith intertwined on his body, tightly entwined, and extended into the distance.

However, by now, these threads of faith can only affect the surface of Artis, and can no longer affect the core of Artis.

If Artis wanted to, even if he abandoned all such believers, it would be no problem, it was just a matter of willingness.

On the other side of these threads of faith, scenes of prayer can be faintly seen.

At this moment, the huge power of faith accumulated by the main plane for thousands of years all surged towards Artis, and the huge power turned into divine power, and even faintly made the body of Ardis much more solid.

"For thousands of years, countless believers and sacrifices have prayed and prayed for so much faith to accumulate so much power of faith. Ardis raised his head, feeling the immensity of power, his expression calm.

In the vast and boundless power of faith, there are endless pure souls sleeping in it, and there are also pure threads of faith on the body, connected to Artis.

This is the devout believers who have died over the past millennia.

In that year, Artis once set up a backhand, and once left part of his own body, buried under the main plane, as a carrier of the power of faith.

Although the faith accumulated over thousands of years was untouchable because of the absence of Ardis, it could be preserved under the bearing of part of the Ardis itself, and it could be used to nourish the souls of these believers before they completely dissipated.

Of course, if you want your soul to be nourished by the power of faith, you must first be extremely religious, so that you can sense part of Artis's body after the death of the main plane and enter it to sleep.

At this time, these souls were finally accepted by Artis, and they were all collected by him, waiting to be put into the kingdom of God in the future.

Feeling this, Artis's gaze gradually shifted to other lines.

These threads of faith slowly spread forward and eventually extended into the main plane, connecting with the believers.

Every one of them that can emerge at this time is undoubtedly a devout person, and the part of faith in Artis is also the purest part.

In Artis's pure golden eyes, pictures gradually revealed.

The various worshippers wore different sacrificial robes, including the dark elves of the earth, humans and elves, and a descendant of his blood, all praying there with their voices, which he felt and heard.

Quietly, he sighed.

Then a wave erupted, responding to its own believers for the first time after thousands of years of silence.

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Main plane.

On a continent in the south, the vast Adisian Empire was founded, and has stood in the main plane since ancient times, blessed by the power of the gods.

The empire was powerful, blessed by the legendary god of nature, and the whole country shared the belief in this god, and the gods in the royal family had the blood of the gods.

"Father..."

Looking up at the sky, for a moment, they seemed to see Artis, and they were back here.

These are the remnants of the children of nature, and they are also the fruits of the birth of Ardis itself, which are still left after the battle of that year, and have been waiting in the main plane to this day.

In a quiet temple, in a hall, the elderly first Pope Granma returned, and in the temple held a memorial to the memories, in which only the popes and elders of the past were eligible.

For thousands of years, the influence of the god of nature has spread to all parts of the main plane, and at this time, with his order, all boiling, there has already been a storm in the entire main plane.