It's a twilight world. Above the void. The sun, hazy, seemed to be stingy in shedding warm sunlight on the earth, and the cold filled the earth.

One stop. Pulse height. There stands a castle.

Marble is used as the basic material.

From a distance, there are a large number of elves on the castle. They were all of different strengths, dressed in thick clothes, and were busy building and fortifying the castle.

If you look closely, they are all between the spirit and the **, and it is obvious that they are not fully formed.

In the center of the castle, there is a large hall, and if you look closely, you can see that every place is condensed by charms. Out of the faint light!

In the center of the main hall, on a high staircase, a huge throne stands here.

On the throne, Annion is at work.

Countless threads and charms, woven in his hands. The thin threads are gradually woven into a network, and the network condenses into entities.

With the network and the entity, gradually taking shape, at this time. A glimmer of white light emerges, converging into a ribbon of light and merging into this network.

With the appearance of white light, in the void, there were a few small points of light, flashing out of the void, which was the Force attracted by the power of divinity and faith.

Seeing this phenomenon, Anion sighed.

Attracting the Force means that in the Overworld, one's faith has been established and stabilized.

But sighing, too, every closed world has its own laws, in this. In the world, everything has to start from scratch, and it is even more difficult.

This is the repulsion of the Force instinct.

Different crystal walls and thunder. There are different laws.

Anion sighed softly.

Below it, there were still 100,000 elven invokers, busy with their work, building palaces for their gods, after a moment of silence. Anion suddenly smiled.

In an instant, the entire hall was illuminated. Below, beautiful flowers emerge.

Anion drew a long sword, "As soon as the long sword appeared, it let out a low hum.

This is the evil of kingship, molded with the divinity and flesh and blood of demigods.

Anion's gaze scanned the space. Outside, there are uninvited guests who have come to visit the new country.

However, this kingdom of God is still in the main world, and according to the laws of this world, the gods cannot come directly, as long as they are not the incarnation of the gods, then everything does not matter.

In the next moment, in the outer space where the Kingdom of God existed, there was a violent explosion.

All kinds of energies swept through the Void.

In the void, countless figures are hidden or visible.

Every time it flashes, Anion will appear once. And in the void, a firework will explode

The fireworks keep exploding, and time passes.

Finally. The void calmed down.

Anion appeared in the kingdom again, and the golden armor on his body also had a lot of scars, but in his hands, he was holding a ball of light.

In the ball of light, thousands of souls, all of them carry a mysterious and mysterious aura. But at this time, they only screamed and wailed in unison.

Anion sneered, and with a wave of his hand, these souls automatically stuck to the wall, and then instantly froze.

What solidifies is their wailing of pain.

In the next moment, this kingdom, which had not yet been exalted to heaven, returned to busyness.

The Elven Invoker continues to work, and so does Añon.

"My lord, my lord, kill all mankind. The sound of a call from nowhere filled the temple.

Unmoved, Anion continued to weave. Erase the slightest call with your hand.

The breath of purity, as deep as the sea, gradually emerges.

Viscount of Salante on the Plane of the Mist

Now it's a busy city

In the sun, within ten miles of the surroundings at this time. The fog had lifted, revealing the jungles, lakes, and plains that had been in the mist.

The migration continues, and from the city walls, it can be seen. Another group of leaders was driven down below.

They were all driven by the cavalry, and they looked panicked, but as they passed through the fields. They couldn't help but take a look. In the area where the fog has cleared, large fields have been cleared, but they have long since been harvested. And a large number of assimilated peasants are working diligently.

Lang, plough the land, harrow the ground, apply fertilizer, plant trees, build a fence, and prepare for spring sowing.

Now is the time for spring wheat sowing, so naturally it should not be wasted.

"Unfortunately, if it weren't for the massacre and the fire, we would have been able to get the city of Buthelai by now. "On the wall, the one who spoke, was Haboba. Now he is no longer Baron Salante, but Viscount Salant.

There will be a day when "the sins of evil spirits" will be reckoned. Bishop Kannompa said calmly, "Say it again." Wildfires can only grow new forests if they burn up old forests. ”

"Later. This territory is not called the Butrai Domain, but the Viscount of Salant. ”

Haboba nodded with a smile.

Four months ago, after the goddess Hephilan was eaten by a dragon, he was complacent and ready to take possession

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The army quickly retreated to the territory of Hangel, but. Before leaving, he led tens of thousands of people in the city. They plundered together and set a fire.

The fire burned for ten days, and the 600-year-old city of Butrai was reduced to ashes.

And, soon the news came that on the Hephilan altar, tens of thousands of people were sacrificed in blood at the same time, and it is said that the goddess divinity that was originally faint and could not be felt. Relying on the altar and the blood sacrifice, there are traces of revival

Even so, no one came to this original Butley Collar for a while.

At this time, Haboba calmly sent troops.

Although the main city was destroyed, the various villages scattered within the territory still existed, and it was four months. has been busy conquering the villages that still exist in the territory, until now.

"However, this is also the last batch. Haboba said with emotion: "The cavalry has swept around, and there are basically no other villages except for wanderers

"There are already 9,000 people, and we may have to digest them for a while, and now the number of pastors is completely insufficient, and we can't rush it. Bishop Kannompa said.

"You're right, this city can only accommodate about 20,000 people, in fact, I've already considered dividing it, recently, there are several warriors, all of whom are showing signs of breaking through to the knights. ”

"Let's wait a few more years before sending them out to build a village, and besides, according to my divine revelation, we may not have no chance of revenge

"Oh, what's going on?"

"The evil god of Hephilan, devoured by the dragon sent by my lord, even if it retains a trace, its strength has been greatly reduced, and now its territory has become fat, and the nearby territories are all looking at it

"As for our territory, the power of the dragon has already intimidated all directions, and no one dares to make up their minds lightly. ”

"We can wait, and digest it for a while, and then we can send troops, although it is impossible to swallow the Hangel Territory ourselves, but to plunder some of the population. It's perfectly fine to divide some land. ”

Haboba nodded and smiled.

Once upon a time, he was just a mage who was not up or down in the original city, but after the destruction of the city, he became the master of this vast territory because of a blessing in disguise!

Although this vast territory is now blank, there are gods and dragons, and no one dares to offend.

Then the next thing is simple, as long as the population is multiplying enough, you can send vassals one by one to establish villages and spread the whole area.

Just then, the bell rang

With the bells ringing, except for the newly relocated peasants. With the exception of a few required positions, everyone put down their work and flocked to their respective shrines.

Now it was still a temple, and it was too crowded with nine thousand people, and many people were just kneeling in the square outside the temple.

And those who were in the city, though they did not go down, bowed their heads and prayed.

Bishop Kannompa also prayed, and after a few moments, he opened his eyes and saw only five shrines. Silky white light diffused out, and the number was much stronger than before.

However, Bishop Khamrongpa also clearly felt that the once harmonious faith was now mixed with many impurities.

This is often the case, and it is impossible for new believers to come in with pure faith at once.

However, this is the responsibility of the pastor.

"The current situation is not very good, it is too messy After Haboba finished praying, he frowned and looked below: "Every prayer is very chaotic, the new five temples have been built, when can I invite my lord into the Lord?" After a pause, he said: "Now the newly relocated people, according to your will, I will send them to work, work for food, we can build more, if there are 10,000 people, we want a small temple in the field!"

"Lord Viscount, you can continue to build the temple. But in order to open the temple, there must be a devout and certain number of believers, and the faith is not yet qualified. Bishop Kannopa smiled wryly: "Recently, ten priests have become first-class priests, which can barely meet the needs of the current temple, but the church can only take care of the people. ”

"Lord Viscount, that's why I said, can't be in a hurry now. Build all the temples, expand the clergy, pure faith, and you reclaim farmland, build workshops, train armies, and more. It all takes time. Bishop Kannompa said.

Haboba nodded helplessly and said, "I still want to build a mage tower at the tip, but I was just an ordinary mage back then, and I didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with such mysteries

"If you figure it out on your own, it might take hundreds of years. ”

"The territory is strong, and we may be able to gain it through trade or plunder. "That's it. Bishop Kannompa couldn't help, he said.

"That's all I can think about. ”

"By the way, Lord Viscount, shouldn't you get married, although you have a daughter, as a lord, you may need more than one child to prosper for a long time. Bishop Kannompa said.

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