"The Great Canyon is located in the Kazir Mountains in the southern part of the continent, and this huge canyon is said to have been torn apart by the gods thousands of years ago. Dick flew high in the air, facing the blazing wind, and said to Dimihera, "This is really a strange thing, the temple of the Weishenme Terran God of War will be in the canyon of the Orc territory?"

Demihra thought for a moment and said, "Maybe this was the territory of the human race thousands of years ago, or maybe it was the god of war Transius who tore this canyon apart. Who knows?"

Dick smiled: "yes, who knows?" He thought for a moment and said, "Speaking of which, among the many alien races adjacent to the Miro Empire, we have already seen the demon race, the Kraken race, and the undead race, but we have never seen this orc race. ”

Di Mihe pulled a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead, and said, "There are also hundreds of races in hell, but most of them are races that believe in the dark gods, such as the demon race, the undead race, and the orc race, etc. ”

"Are the dark gods the gods of hell?" Dick asked.

Demihera nodded, "That's right, the Lich King of the Undead Clan, the Beast God of the Orc Clan, and the Lord of Darkness of the Demon Clan's Faith, etc. ”

"Dimi, can you tell me more about the Divine Realm?" Dick asked suddenly.

Dimihera thought for a moment, and then spoke: "All gods are divided into three levels according to their strength: the heavenly god, the true god, and the main god. The gods are further divided into lower, middle, and higher gods. The division of artifacts is much the same, and it is divided into lower artifacts and middle artifacts. Superior artifact, true artifact and main artifact. Ordinary artifacts are not the preserve of gods. Even mortal beings who are skilled in forging can forge it. But the true artifact is different from the main artifact, and only the true god can create the true artifact. The same goes for the main artifact, only the main god has the ability to craft. ”

Dick looked at his whole body: "According to what you said, my 'Spatial Order Keeper' is a true artifact, so what about my magic sword Netherworld and your magic sword grief?"

Dimihera laughed and said, "Your Nether Sword is a low-level artifact, and it has no other advantages except that it is strong enough, and my Demon Sword Sorrow is a true artifact." ”

When Dick heard this, his face suddenly felt embarrassed.

Demichra smiled and continued: "And the word 'god' in the usual sense of the word generally refers to the gods of the true god level, because according to the rules of the gods of heaven and hell. Only the strong at the level of the true god are qualified to spread the teachings in front of you, gather believers, and enjoy the power of faith. Therefore, the gods you know with titles, such as the human god of war Transius, the undead Lich King, the orc beast god, etc., should all be strong at the level of true gods. Of course, there are no absolutes. Occasionally, there are powerful gods who cross planes to preach.

In the entire infinite plane of Shijie, there is only one and a half main gods. ”

"What do you mean?" said Dick, frowning.

A trace of helplessness flashed on Di Mihera's face, a trace of sadness: "The Lord of Light is supreme and strong, and his strength is unparalleled. He is a well-deserved Lord God, the Lord of the entire Shijie Infinite Plane. And the Lord of Darkness, although much inferior, is far stronger than ordinary true gods. Therefore, he is half of the main god. ”

Dick was silent, the power of the Lord of Light he had experienced firsthand in that dream. And what Demichra betrayed. What such a terrible existence!

Both fell silent as they flew south. Passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, splendid rivers and mountains, the scenery is beautiful. However, neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it.

The atmosphere was a little oppressive, and Dick had to speak to ease: "Look, Dimi, that is the Nida Fortress on the southern border of the Miro Empire, and we will officially enter the territory of the Orc Clan after crossing that fortress." At the end of the southern sky, where Dick's right hand was pointing, the outline of a huge tournament loomed. The dark walls, the red-painted gates, looked like a huge beast crawling with its bloody mouth open.

Dimichra smiled, "That's great, let's enter the Temple of the God of War as soon as possible, and set off for Hell as soon as possible!"

The two figures were like streamers of light in the sky, and they quickly swept across the sky above the fortress of Nida. Soaring into the depths of orc territory.

Just as Dick and the others were rushing to the Grand Canyon, the capital of the Miro Empire, Myrrock City, was empty of thousands of people. All the citizens gathered outside the West City Gate, looking forward to it.

The wait was long, and the crowd began to stir, pushing and pushing, and it was chaotic. For a moment, the sound of pushing, whining, cursing, and whispering became one.

At this moment, a small black dot appeared at the end of the horizon, and then the black dot grew larger and closer, and people gradually saw that it was a knight dressed in black, the knight was wearing a black cloak, and a snow-white feather was pinned to the black military hat on his head, and he held a scroll of paper high in his hand, which seemed to be a messenger.

The people gathered outside the West City Gate all held their breath for a while, watching the messengers galloping from afar, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the ears of the silent crowd.

When he got closer, he could see that the Seven Knights were panting, his face was flushed, and his forehead was still drenched with sweat, obviously coming from a long journey. As he galloped, the knight tore open his throat and shouted hoarsely, "We have won!

With an uproar, the crowd exploded, everyone had a smile on their faces, everyone was full of red light, overjoyed, and people who didn't know each other congratulated each other. The crowd began to rush towards the city, and many strangers built their arms on each other's backs and walked to the tavern by the roadside.

The crowd was busy entering the city, but they consciously gave way to the central passage so that the messenger could gallop through on his fast horse. Straight to the palace in the middle of the city.

Tonight has been a sleepless night for countless people!

From the emperor of a kingdom to the people of the Rising Dou, all rejoiced in this, and all the taverns in the whole city of Millok were full tonight, and the flames of excitement could only be slightly extinguished by alcohol. In the bar, people drank heartily and congratulated the victory. The streets and alleys are filled with the laughter of drunks.

For this purpose, the Great Mitte personally convened a celebratory banquet and ball, to which all the high-ranking nobles and officials of the whole of Millrock were invited.

In the palace, in the elegant and generous dining room, gentlemen and celebrities and ladies toasted each other and congratulated each other. In the extravagant and luxurious stage, a pair of aristocratic men and women danced with charming demeanor.

The revelry continued into the night, and Millrock, a city that had been noble and generous in the past, was now as if it were drunk, and there was no peace at all. The townspeople, the nobles and even the high Miró the Great no longer had the calm demeanor of the past, and everyone was cheering for the same thing, that is, Miró was victorious.

The small people of Shengdou celebrated, because they felt the strength of their country, and they were deeply proud of being a Miluo people, and raised their eyebrows.

The nobles rejoiced, because more territory represented more fiefdoms, more people, more taxes, more gold and more benefits!

Mitte the Great celebrates because he has made outstanding contributions to the country of Miró, and he will go down in history!

Since the Battle of Myrrock two years ago, when Miro's army was defeated by the Crusaders in the territory of the Hughes Empire, and the Faun Empire took advantage of the weakness to attack the Miro Empire and attacked the Miro Empire, the Miro people have been deeply ashamed. The first emperor Edward VII was even more worried about this, always thinking about the shame of sending troops to Faen, and Zuihou also ended up depressed because of the disadvantage of attacking Faen.

"Father, have you seen it, we have conquered the Faun Empire for you, and your spirit in the heavens should rest in peace. Mitt said silently in his heart, tears filling his eyes. But he quickly wiped it off without a trace, turned around, and faced the ministers with the brightest smile: "Come, let's toast to victory!"

"Xie Bixia, cheers!" the Wenchen generals raised their glasses and drank together.

"Dick, what are you thinking?" Dimihera asked softly, looking back at Dick beside him, thousands of miles away.

Dick smiled: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about the matter of the Grace Empire and the Miro Empire, I gave the entire Faun Empire to Mitte, I don't know how Mitt will choose?"

"What choice does he have?" asked Demichra.

Dick pinched his chin and said, "He has at least two choices, first, to capture the city of Faliand and completely annex the Faun Empire, and second, to invade only a part of the territory of the Faun Empire, or to divide Faun with the Hughes Empire." ”

"What's the difference?" asked Dimichra, looking at Dick in thought. She felt that such a Dick had a special charm, although she always persuaded Dick to concentrate on cultivation.

Dick muttered: "The strength of the Miro Empire is now withering, and the continuous campaigns have almost exhausted the country's energy, let's take the two expeditions to Faun as an example, the first expedition to Faun, Miro sent an army of 600,000, but the second expedition was only 400,000, of course, if you add 300,000 demon legions, the scale of the second expedition is still above the first." But the problem is, after I am gone, there will be no one to command the demon legions.

If Mitte captures Faliand, he will be able to control twice the territory of the original territory with a small number of troops, which is really dangerous, if it were me, I would choose to annex a part of the Faun territory first, and wait until Milo recovers, and then eat the whole of Faun in one bite.

It was also because of this reason that I did not let Miró annex the Theseus Empire. At that time, Miro was really weak, and even if he only annexed a dozen provinces, he would not necessarily suppress the inhabitants. ”

"I'll just tell you how you gave away your whole country to someone else, because you have this kind of mind in mind!" said Dimich, stretching out his slender fingers and flicking Dick's forehead.

"I can't say that, I said all this to them before I stepped down as Prince Regent. Dick spread his hands. (To be continued......)