Level: 300 (Legendary)

Attribute (-)

Strength 3300 (+900)

Constitution 3000 (+1000)

Dexterity 3400 (+2000)

Intelligence 3700 (+2200)

Spirit 3600 (+2100)

Free Attribute Points: 1000

HP: 4 million/4 million

Mana: 5.7 million/5.7 million

……

This string of numbers has not changed much from before, because he has not been transferred to [God], so the level cap is still only 300, but he did slaughter the god, although it is an evil god, but a lot of his power afterwards has been absorbed by him.

This force is the embodiment of the power of the laws of the world, so it has become a free attribute point from having no experience value.

Philos nodded, then added 200 points to each stat.

Now he is no longer limited by his profession, and the skills of each profession can be used skillfully, so he naturally has to "develop in a balanced manner".

"Huh? Not dead yet? ”

After Philos finished adding a little, in just such a moment, the sarcoma on the ground, which should not have any breath of life, began to show signs of life again.

Philos thought of the "privilege" note given by the identification technique, and his eyes lit up, this thing can still be brushed again and again!

He neatly picked up the sarcoma, the current sarcoma is no longer the evil god who "flaunted his might" just now, the free half-meter-high sarcoma does not have any "divine majesty", sensing that Philos was going to attack him, he shrank his body in fear and wanted to escape.

But Philos pinched him before him.

"Ahhh

This time, Philos didn't get any free attribute points.

A terrifying aura like a storm brewed in Philos' eyes.

Philos throws out the identification.

【Lord of the Plague (Second Reincarnation)】

Grade:???

HP: 1/????

Mana: 1/????

Special Talent: [God Immortal]

The pragmatist Philos let out a disgusted stump: "Tsk, waste! ”

But the Lord of the Plague is also an evil god no matter how waste, so Philos will not let him go, first of all, he will dissect the [Authority of the Plague (Pseudo)], and then there will be [Divine Blood].

Non-gods can't have divine blood, and there's no way to take divine blood.

But it's still good to use it for all kinds of power energy.

As for the Lord of the Plague -

Philos sneered: "Brought such a big trouble to my territory, let's atone for my sins forever!" ”

Philos was so disgusted with sarcoma that he casually stuffed him in a sack.

As for the orcs—

Forget it, he has more important things to do now.

The first is to clean up the mess left behind by the Lord of the Plague.

The god does not die, so if the sources of pollution he leaves unchecked, the entire plane will become victims.

When the time comes, the plague will spread all over the plane, will Philos save it or not?

But fortunately, Philos now has the [Authority of the Plague (Pseudo)] in his hands, although it is a false godhead stolen by the evil god, but as long as it does not meet the real god of plague, it is the supreme authority.

It is very convenient to clean up the "pollution source", as long as it is close to the polluted place, those plagues will run like iron shards meet magnets, but it does not need Philos to gather another 2 million people to make 32 million acres of land for the troublesome thing.

Other than that, it's —

Philos looked up at a tattered space, and reluctantly used magic as glue to fix the cracks in the space like a puzzle.

"It's all your fault for causing me so much trouble!"

The plague lord didn't wake up for a long time, but the speed of the gods was not satisfied, and Philos took the [Plague Authority (Pseudo)] to perceive for a while, and found that a total of 92 places were contaminated.

Philos' mood was even worse.

The Lord of the Plague will not really die, but he died twice in a short period of time at the hands of Philos, and he was stripped of the [Authority of the Plague (Pseudo)], although he can't die, but it's not much different from death.

Philos was not a man of mud and water, and left after repairing the space that had been torn into a spider's web because of him.

And in the grove on the side, the leopard people who turned their hands into sharp claws and were about to kill were stupid.

The orcs who just said, "Let me be the first to go," won't even be able to walk.

The beast god is above! Was he going to be the enemy of such a monster just now?!

Although they could not recognize the monster that died in Philosus as an evil god, the innate deterrence that the god brought to the lower creatures was a visceral fear.

Sky! Don't notice him! He doesn't want to die yet!

Finally, when the big monster disappeared, the legs were still weak.

"Wait, wait, I'......"

The caster of the number one spell with poor physical fitness grabbed his subordinates' pants in embarrassment: "Quick, my legs are weak...... Carry me along. ”

This group of orcs was shocked by the power of the evil god because they were "stalking" Philos, and their bodies showed a gray and sick state, but it was just a sequelae.

The plagues in this area have all been "sucked away", including the plague on this group of orcs.

Although the body still has an impact, with the strong vitality of the orcs, it will be good to cultivate for a few months.

*

"Brother, brother, look, what is this!"

While Philos was busy cleaning up the mess caused by the Lord of the Plague, on the other side of the Empire of Narria, Agnes received aid.

Agnes and Eren have a good relationship, and she naturally wants to stand firmly by Alan's side, so there is no surprise that she can't get any support from her parents and siblings.

Agnes and Eren were very rich before, but they were not very old, although Eren was 29, but in the prime of life when the king was more than a thousand years old, this age could not be said to be too old with a conscience.

Therefore, neither Alan nor Agnes had their own fiefdoms.

The absence of fiefdoms meant that they did not have a stable source of food, supplies and money.

The two of them invested almost all their money in the winter snow disaster relief, but the affected area was too large, there were too many people affected, and the resources they could obtain were too different from the things they had to take out.

Without Lancevelly's assistance, they would have been at the end of their lives sooner.

But if you can hold on until now, a miracle will happen!

Yes, miracles.

The king sent them a large number of supplies and manpower, and even issued a new decree requiring all officials and lords to start contributing to the rescue of the lives of civilians and slaves.

Agnes is at a loss, Alan is so busy that he doesn't even have time to drink water and eat, and Agnes is also busy, she has to help her brother deal with all kinds of logistics problems, otherwise these lives that his brother will come back with great difficulty will soon die.

Doesn't this make my brother work in vain?! Agnes knows how hard her brother is, and she must not let his hard work go to waste!

The brother and sister worked together to rescue them, and they were so busy that they wanted to put a hundred and eighty hands on themselves, so they didn't know much about the lives of the nobles.

And now the earth-shattering news circulating in the aristocratic circle is naturally a matter of magical resonance.

Philos did it with ease, a success.

The principle is not that difficult, and everyone can think of it if you think about it carefully.

The reason why no one has done this before is not because they are incapable, but because no one has ever taken this group of dispensable lowly civilians and slaves seriously.

But Philos told them about the possibility with reality.

Can the nobles still sit still?

One of their reactions was – I want to have it too!

The aristocracy has always been the owner of resources, commoners and slaves, to put it bluntly, there is not much difference from chopsticks, stools, chairs, goods, goods.

Therefore, when they saw the scene of the growth of all things, they wondered what would happen if these civilians and slaves overthrew their rule.

This possibility, they didn't think about it at all!

After all, it's impossible.

To resonate with the magic first, you need the guidance and assistance of a legend.

And the legend, but the ruling class!

If commoners and slaves wanted to overthrow the existing system, who would overthrow? Isn't that just their group?!

How could a legend be stupid enough to help a group of civilians and slaves overthrow themselves!

Impossible, completely impossible!

Then after ruling out this possibility, all that remains is "profitable".

Legends cannot be mass-produced, the upper limit of talent determines the number of legends, and the group of people with the highest talent will not have too many numbers.

But with 2 million lv.10, it's still possible to work hard!

Lanceville's environmental resources are so poor, they can do it, why can't they do it with better conditions and richer than Lanceville?!

Isn't that 2 million lv.10?! The big deal is to go to Lanceville and copy their mass production model!

The nobles were full of confidence.

Of course, one of the most important reasons is fear – fear.