Such a thing was incredible for the people in the Old Continent, and the three mortals present were stunned.

After Annen said that, he picked up a crystal cup that he respectfully sent. This was not a glass cup, but a real natural crystal cup. Even at this time, the red wine served was enough to have a history of hundreds of years, which shows how strong Ryanstein's capital was.

Time and the throne are a very magical thing. The hand holding the wine glass is slender and white. It is obviously not the hand of the warrior. Reinstein is the prince, but there are still thick calluses on his hands - this is the hand of the upper nobles and mages who do not work and fighters - the master of this hand, but one of the master gods of the warriors and the army, and the administrator of war.

It is no different from hundreds of years, but it still looks like a half-elf who seems to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. The only difference in what he is wearing is that he is no longer wearing a mage robe, but a black dress.

For a moment, it seemed that time was flowing back, and Reinstein remembered the young and weak mage a hundred years ago.

However, Reinstein immediately withdrew this idea, which was almost blasphemy. Thinking in front of a medium god was dangerous in itself. He stared at the map of the new continent with the transformation of divine power, pondered for a long time, and then he asked: "These gods are not true gods, because a tribe may be able to barely produce a true god, but it takes longer, and the true gods cannot be abandoned like this."

"It's very correct. What can be abandoned through this ritual should be some natural spirits who have not yet become true God. But the problem is that this ungodly attitude is very harmful to God. Human changes are too great, so it is difficult to maintain for hundreds of years, so God will naturally be difficult to exist." Anne shook the bright red wine in the crystal cup to let the fragrance spread, and then slowly drank the silk-like wine.

"Where is the sun god?"

"The sun god here is Paka. It is said that two thousand years ago, the god gave birth to a pair of children, and the brother and sister combined to establish a royal family. The royal family cannot be intermarried outside. Except for some royal women as concubines of the sun god, the rest are all married to their close relatives - among which brothers and sisters or siblings are the most common, and mothers and sons are also normal, but the problem is that the empire has maintained a tribal structure for a long time, and its technology is quite backward, and it has not even invented a wheel - this is really incredible." Annien said leisurely, with the powerful in his hands, he naturally has the demeanor of overtaking the world. Such things seem to be without any fluctuations.

"However, even so, Paka is at least a medium-sized divine power and cannot be taken lightly. However, these are all future things. There are three true gods in the Tujitan Kingdom. Let's solve them first... Your great advance can be hidden beyond humans, but it cannot hide from God. However, the power of God is also limited. It cannot make the main force that has been air-conditioned quickly return. The gap between the two armies in training, weapons, and organization is even more irreparable. The only thing that can change the situation of the battle now is that one or even two of the three gods are here. The reason why I come here is to beware of this."

This is the final summary and the final trailer of this mission. If it weren't for Ryanstein's entry into the temple of God, Ann would not have come to explain himself - just the command of the divine metaphor.

"I understand, I just need to command the army, and you will handle it at the level of God." Reinstein pondered, and then it should be.

Annien nodded and disappeared silently. Even though Ryanstein was already a demigod, he didn't know how it disappeared. As it disappeared, the noise outside suddenly came in.

As Anne disappeared, the continent map in the air disappeared, but Ryanstein was already a god after all, and the map of the New World had completely remembered it. He touched the upper lip beard that he deliberately left. It has to be said that this beard did bring him majesty.

There was a quiet moment in the hall. When the two elf sisters finally hugged his hand from left to right, he smiled, and then said, "Half an hour later, I will summon the thousand-man commander of the army, and let's have a meeting here!"

"Abide by the order!"

When Weischi retreated, he sat on the chair and suddenly felt cold sweat.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The two elves sisters realized that something was wrong and hurriedly wiped his sweat. They asked repeatedly that sweating is something that is common in mortals. After all, Ryanstein is a warrior. Not to mention fighting, he will sweat every day after exercising. However, this is the first time that sweating has happened since he was promoted to god three years ago.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Ryan Stein comforted his sister, but only he knew that his heart was beating violently. Just now, Annien was here, and he was very calm, but only he knew that standing beside Annien, under the sensing of divine power, what he felt was not a human form at all, but a black hole in the abyss that kept flashing with killing and fighting, and even his divine fire trembled. This extremely terrifying feeling made it truly understand the gap between the demigod and the middle god for the first time.

However, Ryan Stein has been a commander and a king for a long time. After hundreds of years of training in his character has made him calm down quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Give me some white paper, it should be thicker and more."

"Okay." A elves sister Valentine was still by his side and brought him red wine. The other elves Valentine went out quickly. Within a few minutes, a roll of thick white paper was taken over.

Seeing the white paper, he remembered Hedi Ailu again. If he could really master her, he might be more beneficial. But in the blink of an eye, he still smiled bitterly, and he stretched out his hand, and light appeared on the white paper, and maps continued to appear.

Although he was originally a warrior, after becoming a god, this kind of spell similar to a second-level spell can still be easily cast.

Half an hour later, more than a thousand generals came, dozens of them, filling the conference hall with a full capacity. At this time, Reinstein had restored his majesty and demeanor as the supreme commander. No one saw him fear. All the generals saluted him, and no one dared to fight him.

As long as there is no God's will, the generals who grew up under the grand achievements of Reinstein were full of awe for the commander. Reinstein quietly swept across the crowd, and all the generals of thousands were quietly waiting for his speech. He paused and said, "War is right in front of you, I hope you all work hard."

"Yes, commander!" The army did not call him the Grand Duke, but rather called him the Commander. This is actually a kind of respect and recognition.

"Report the situation of our army."

"As for orders, there are 2,000 naval personnel, while the current main combat force of our army is 12,000, including 2,000 semi-elf archers. The other personnel are non-combatants. After two months at sea, there were only 241 people who died. It can be said that they are generally intact. But what we lack now is the logistics auxiliary soldiers, and our army does not carry such personnel." A middle-aged soldier immediately stood up and reported.

"The logistics auxiliary soldiers will arrive within two days, and the Duchy of Duzis will be organized." Reinstein replied simply that with God himself, no one dared to make trouble in this regard.

"What about combatants? They cannot follow the army. They are craftsmen, scholars, and officials. Of course, the most important thing is that according to the military system, we must leave a base for retreat and ask the commander to instruct." Another officer stepped forward and said.

Ryanstein nodded and said to the general: "Although we will win this battle, we still have to leave a backup plan. The navy will be commanded by you. I will also leave you five hundred army soldiers. Your task is to build a simple naval base and ensure the safety of non-combatants accompanying the army."

"Commander, do you want to build a naval dock here? Please indicate what scale it is to build."

"Please look at this map here. From the map, we can see that the land here is fertile and has a natural port, but it has not been developed yet. I mean, a permanent dock is established here and a development residence is given. Perhaps this place will belong to our territory in the future."

The map was sent down, and all the officers looked over. No one asked if the map was true. The map was very careful. Then another officer stepped forward: "If this is the case, please allow me to formulate a new combat plan, including the occupation and control of the territory, and the entry of the management personnel in batches."

Although they are the same god, they are not the same country. For most soldiers, they belong to Reinstein's system and must compete for the Reinstein's system for the spoils - especially land and slaves.

Reinstein was meticulous on this issue. He just pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, you can re-program your plan. It is only important to make ours not only achieve the attack and possession of Vivans, the capital of the Tujitan Kingdom, but also have a certain initiative in the future allocation of territory."

As he said that, he drew a line on the map, which went straight to the city of Vivans, the capital of the Kingdom of Tujitan: "However, we must pay attention that this time we must fight quickly and cannot be slow to control all regions. After all, we can control some areas when completing the plan, but we cannot delay the military decisive battle in order to control the areas. Give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it."

These words have already distinguished the strategic priority of our army. The plan consultant nodded, indicating that he had understood the commander's strategic intention.

The tacit army was so smooth, no one argued, and Ryanstein couldn't help but look satisfied. This army was created and cultivated by him. After thinking about it, he said: "Our soldiers must accumulate physical strength within these three days. As for restorative training, we will also go there at the same time. We will set out in three days. I believe everyone will do such a good job."

No one expressed any objection to this, but after waiting for a while, a magician came out and said: "Commander, according to your plan, there will be a large marche in three days, but the mage's body is very weak and cannot compare to the warrior. It is difficult to recover in three days, and it cannot support the combat intensity of the forced marches. The priest is better, but there are the same problems."

Ryanstein couldn't help frowning, and after waiting for a while, he said, "I know this, but there are no mages and priests. The army lacks long-range attack power and recovery power. In this way, all the carriages are freed up and carried by mages and priests. As for logistical issues, we will be supplemented by the personnel of the principality on the one hand, and on the other hand, we will solve them on the battlefield."

Because the magic net extracted mental power, the mage's physical weakness is certain, and there is no way to solve it. The order that forced the mage to force the mage to march can only be foolish - a mage who has been consumed by force may not even be able to release a fireball.

This order was recorded immediately.

Then the meeting ended. The next day, the soldiers who had been resting for a night had already undergone restorative exercises. Of course, the officers were not such idiots. All restorative training was carried out at half the intensity, and three meals a day were as generous as possible. The fleet of the Principality was also very fast. The next night, a fleet came, most of them were merchants and mercenaries, and they were also requisitioned during the war.

A large amount of weapons, armor, weapons, food, holy water, and even clothes were filled with the nearly exhausted expeditionary force. By the third day, the supplies were generally in place. Not to mention anything else, 20,000 sets of clothes, all the soldiers obtained new clothes - it can be seen how much strength the Principality had accumulated for the war.

Of course, no matter how much the principality prepares, the materials are limited, so the war must be decided quickly, but the staff did not rest. They kept examining geography and pondering the combat plan.

A perfect military organization without the commander's instructions. Reinstein was very casual during these three days. However, his heart was not as sharp as his appearance. The sharpness of the divine fire made him feel the beating of fate. When walking, he would constantly recall his past life. Countless pictures emerged from the depths of his memory, and countless emotions seemed to suddenly become fresh.

Every memory is so vivid. From birth to now, he can recall any person, any time point, feelings, love, hatred, pain, joy, and even the vague love he was in his youth. He suddenly realized that fate was telling it that the true God was already in front of him.
Chapter completed!