According to the deity's version of Pauli's law of incompatibility.

There may be divinity in similar or overlapping realms between different planes, but there will never be two identical quantum states of divinity.

To put it bluntly, the divinity in the hands of different gods is fixed and conserved, and perhaps any of them can discover a new divinity, and there will never be a situation that does not conform to the law of conservation of energy, such as the automatic increase of divinity in their hands or even the 'life two'.

But now the situation is that he Davy has snatched the divinity similar to the concept of 'Valhalla' in the hands of Tampas, the god of battle.

Or rather, in terms of the representation of the material plane, he is 'doing' to snatch the concept away.

As a result, the rules of Valhalla's concept in Tampas, the god of battle, are collapsing.

This is the only way to explain why those barbarians are either not afraid of death, or they are on the road of 'not afraid of death'.

David even suspects that in other planes, this Taliban behavior may be more serious, and even in some places where a full-scale war has already broken out.

After all, the feast hall of the Kingdom of God is about to collapse, so why don't you hurry up and cut some leeks while the god of war is hot!

Although Valhalla is gone, the god of war can still rely on the divine envoy to lead the recruitment of the heroic spirits of believers, just like other gods.

But the Divine Messenger is limited in the end, and the workload is also large.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many divine envoys who simply obeyed the will of the gods, stationed in that hazy domain all year round, and then regularly selected these 'soaked souls' in batches, and then brought back to the kingdom of God.

And once the believers, especially the fanatical believers who have always believed that they can directly ascend to Valhalla by dying heroically, they find that they have been 'deceived' by the gods they have believed in all their lives.

That kind of consequence and impact is definitely far better than the collapse of the top stars of the Blue Star next door.

I'm afraid of Tampas, the god of battle at this moment.

is frantically searching for traces of his 'divine bandit' all over the universe.

For a while, David was really a little glad that he was 'cautious' before.

If you harvest the souls of those barbarians who already believe in the gods of war, you may be caught by Tampas.

If this idea were known to the other dragons, they would probably despise it in secret:

Are you so cautious?

It's just that I can't bear to pay that money!

In this case, it is necessary to solve the problem quickly. ’

It's just that he can't make a big deal yet, and if this attracts the attention of the god of war, it will be a trouble.

Although this probability is not too high.

David immediately flicked his tail and fell into deep thought.

"I see, let's go down first."

"Yes."

It's just that to Davy and Losinde's surprise, it hasn't been three days, and the mixed wargroup that is attacking the barbarians all the way to the front has not had time to continue to move.

The messenger of the barbarians over there has taken the command of their king,

First came first.

It's just that what makes David speechless is that it caused such a dazzling result.

Not his burning steel dragon Davyyutos.

Nor is it Poison Dew Emerald Shadow Nymphadora.

Not even the mixed warband under Locinder.

It's the gang

The desire to go home is rising,

High Elf prisoners of war.

On that day, the barbarian finally remembered the horror of being once at the mercy of the High Elves, and the shame of having his dignity and face stepped into the mud at the same time, subjected to their unilateral exploitation.

These High Elf prisoners of war are all professionals, and they are also the backbone of the High Elf Devensel.

is not much weaker, and being able to survive that tsunami, which is almost a natural disaster, is either physically different from that of ordinary elves, or too lucky.

Otherwise, Evgeni would not have relied on a guard team back then, and directly forced David in [Rage] to take Tanya into the strategy together.

These more than 300 High Elf prisoners of war, after rematching the original weapons and equipment, coupled with the fanatical war intent that suddenly exploded when they were eager to return home, and cooperated with the night attack, they directly stunned the surrounding barbarians.

In particular, more than 60 of them, which were originally part of the escort of Ahmed, the commander of the Seventh Fleet in Devensel, were under the command of Evgeny.

That night, under the personal guidance and cooperation of Siat, the Drow Shadow Dancer, a group of High Elves played the sinister and vicious style of Drow, and almost directly assassinated the 'King Girard' who was supervising the battle on the front line.

After clearly feeling the stubble, the elves who had only been robbing the heads of the 'Children of War' immediately scattered in all directions, regrouped four miles behind the barbarian King Girard's temporary camp, and continued to sweep and plunder along the way.

Just their sixty-odd High Elf team, whose destructive power against the barbarian tribes seems to have surpassed that of a violent young green dragon.

More than 300 High Elves with dozens or hundreds of years of combat experience swept all the way.

It was like three hundred mad dogs out of the cage, and the strongholds along the way were completely looted, and the chickens and dogs were restless.

"Under the command of that steel-burning dragon, there is such a fierce High Elf army!"

This situation and this scene are combined with the messages of condolences and requests for help from the tribes behind him.

No one has connected this group of fierce bandits who are not like the High Elves with the group of 'elven farmers' who have been defeated in battle for many years.

In just three days, more than 300 High Elf prisoners of war managed to fight a brilliant record that the Losinde tribe had not been able to play for a month and a half.

The most important thing is that after nearly three years of suffering, these gang have smoothed out the edges and corners under the ravages of David, the red dragon, and they have already let go of the pride that once belonged to the High Elves.

In particular, the on-site teaching by Siat, the Drow Shadow Dancer teacher, is to fight guerrilla warfare everywhere without fighting positional warfare with you, or even with you in an even encounter.

If you hit it, you can fight it, grab it along the way, and if you can't beat it, you will scatter, and you won't drag it in the slightest.

Relying on the excellent physical fitness honed in the past three years, combined with the natural and powerful agility of the high elves, this guerrilla war was stunned by them to play a bit of blitzkrieg.

King Girard was shocked, and finally decisively confessed.

Half a month later.

David, who received the news, took his father and sister, and Nemphadora and other dragon dependents, and finally descended in front of the valley of the territorial boundary divided by the red embers under the relieved and secretly vigilant gaze of the barbarians who were already waiting.

Seeing the seven dragons of two red and two silver, one green, one white and one brass, lined up on the cliff, the barbarians who were still bustling immediately couldn't help but secretly gasp.

They knew that there were many dragons under the command of this Crimson Calamity, but they didn't expect that there were as many as six!

Especially what they didn't understand very much was that the brass dragon with its mouth like a special mouth ball was stuffed, they could barely understand what the hell those two silver dragons were!

One of them is actually a young silver dragon!

The dignified metal dragon, when did it still go with the red dragon.

Looking at the eyes of the barbarians, the silver dragon's sister Tanya didn't feel anything, and even had some fresh excitement of following her brother for the first time.

The silver dragon father who was forcibly used by David to use the 'cooperation agreement' to pull himself from the dragon's nest to 'help the fist' is much thinner, and he pins his head to the side like a big girl with yellow flowers, but he has a sense of shyness and temptation that he still holds the pipa and half-covers his face.

Oh, the barbarians finally 'realized' that the feelings were the Lady of the Fortress who had been snatched back by the red dragon of Davyyutos, the son of the Crimson Calamity!

It seems that it is still a pair of silver dragon mother and son who are not very old.

Or dragons can play!

In the end, King Girard, who was still strong and calm, stepped forward and loudly explained his intention to the dragons led by David:

"Under the crown of Davyyutos, the great dragon of steel, I am the king of Girar, chosen by the eight barbarian tribes of this region.

"I'm here with an apology for offending you.

"I came with the sincerity of peace talks with you.

"May you quench the fury of Katagana's volcano.

"Recall your family members who are also burning with rage and wreaking havoc in my realm.

"We, the barbarian tribes, have no intention of being an enemy of a powerful being like yours."

It's quite able to chew words.,It's worthy of admiring the barbarians who have stolen the culture of the High Elves.。

David chuckled in his heart, but his face was impassive, and he raised his head slightly and said with [arrogance]:

"I already know your intentions, but I need to see your sincerity."

"Of course! Of course! "How could King Girar, who had been prepared for a long time, not know what the 'sincerity' of these dragons meant.

At the signal of King Girard, hundreds of barbarians with large bags of 'treasure' in cowhide were dumped into the valley.

It's just a scene that should have been full of colorful dragon gaffes, and the dragons on the cliff who had already been shocked by the treasure that David had brought back from raiding Spider's Nest City only glanced at it lightly, and then returned to their arrogant appearance.

Even the most uninformed white dragon Murphyller is like this.

After all, these things in front of me seem to be quite a lot, but except for the sporadic dog's head gold, they are not very valuable.

All this adds up, and Dingtian is barely worth a thousand pounds of gold.

It's less than a fifth of what Spider's Nest brought back, and that's after being looted by Tiamat herself.

No way, barbarian, poor.

Every time I just have a little savings, I am traded and looted by the high elves who came to 'spread civilization' in a gesture of charity.

As soon as he saw the appearance of these dragons without blinking, King Girard immediately sighed in his heart, and secretly said that something was wrong.

Sure enough, seeing that David seemed to be a little dissatisfied, the dragon opened his mouth and said:

"Not enough, your sincerity, not enough."

The 'Son of Battle', who followed King Girard's side and had various animal spirits tattooed on his body, immediately frowned, but after all, he did not have a seizure.

King Girard, who was also a bit of a city, seemed to sense something, patted the barbarian on the shoulder to soothe him, and immediately promised David:

"I'll raise another treasure of this value, but I'll need some time.

"But at the same time, I also hope that His Highness David Yutos will be able to meet the small needs of our barbarian tribes."

"Say it." Where can David not know what the other party wants.

"I have heard that Lord Davyyutos has opened a voyage to the New World, and I want all of my people to be able to bask in the glory of civilization again.

"I hope that Lord Davyyutos will be able to replace the former High Elves and resume trade with our barbarians and open a market on the spot."

"Yes." David said that it was true, but it was a planned thing.

Since someone is willing to send money to the door, it is much easier than him working hard to grab it.

And if he continued to grab it, he was afraid that these barbarians would simply move directly.

But what David didn't expect was that the King of Girard actually put forward another unexpected condition at the right time:

"At the same time, we have another small request.

"We hope to be able to get the route to the New World and the technology to secure the course."

David immediately laughed angrily, but asked out of curiosity:

"You barbarians, what are you going to do in the New World?"

"Looting." King Girard, loud and clear.

David's pupils narrowed into a slit.

(End of chapter)