He fell headlong from an altitude of 10,000 meters. First, the air friction burned him into ashes, and then he fell to the ground and fell into dregs. When the wind blew, he was completely dead.
In the temple, a group of subordinates looked at each other.
What is this thing called?
I originally thought that the commander was eager to go down first, but he didn't take it seriously. Who knew that he just died?
The death of a god is not a trivial matter, especially for a god who presides over a world's conquests.
It's not that these gods are so noble, but that the cause of their death must be found out to serve as a lesson to other gods.
The subordinates responsible for writing the report were all scratching their heads.
How did the commander die?
After carefully recalling what happened during this period, a group of people began to make associations.
In the past twenty days, the superior has been awake and staring at the progress of the project on the ground, monitoring the work of millions of human slaves, and even issued orders for people in the secular world to execute millions of slaves, prompting an estimated 10 years of
The project was completed in 20 days.
First, the officer may have died of overwork.
Second, the commander may be extremely angry and angry to death.
Third, the superior may be overjoyed or overjoyed to death.
These three causes of death are all very nonsense, but other than these, how can we explain it?
If there was a corpse, we could study it, but the officer in question died without a complete body, not even ashes left.
A group of people looked at each other and instantly understood each other's thoughts.
Anyway, there is no body, and there is no evidence of death. If my group speaks in unison, the superiors will not doubt it.
It's a bit ridiculous to be extremely angry and extremely happy, so let's just say it's exhausting.
20 days is a bit short. It has been almost 400 days since I came into this world, so I will write a year and a half.
Anyway, there are many people who died of exhaustion at the Olympus Festival. Gods are also human beings, so it is not impossible to die of exhaustion.
Just do it.
The adjutant immediately took over the conquest.
The predecessors planted trees while the latter enjoyed the shade. The adjutant dreamed that his boss would die at this moment.
On second thought, it would be a good death.
In this way, the credit for conquering the world will be yours, and all the explicit and implicit benefits in the future will also be yours.
boom!
The temple shook violently.
Landed!
The temple has returned to the top of Olympus, just like God King Zeus thousands of years ago.
The Olympians are back!
The light of the holy fire will light up this world again.
The base of the temple gradually lights up, becoming more and more shining and dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it.
boom!
The ring-shaped shock wave of light exploded 360 degrees, covering an area of thousands of miles in an instant. Then, the light encountered strong resistance. Although the advancement speed slowed down a lot, it was still expanding firmly.
With Mount Olympus as the center, the area covered by the divine light is the area where the Olympus gods can move freely.
Gods can ignore the will of the world and walk freely on the ground.
When the divine light of Mount Olympus covers every corner of the earth and every inch of space, the will of the world will cease to exist.
The first step to conquering the world is assimilation.
Assimilate the creatures of this world from their roots and blood. Only in this way can they truly belong, and only in this way can they quickly become stronger.
Those who are not of my race must have different minds.
Although the Olympus Protoss does not have this statement, they understand this truth better.
Weak races will be more eager to be strong. Once they become strong, the first thing they will challenge is the race that helped them become stronger, and they will completely trample them under their feet and never stand up again.
Because they know that they are robbers and thieves, only by killing the owner of the house and eradicating their descendants can they live in the house with peace of mind as the owner.
The belief of the Olympus Protoss is to break through themselves and transcend their limits. The instinct of competition has been immersed in their bones and souls from the moment they were born.
They simply do not believe in the peace of all things and the coexistence of all races.
Therefore, the first thing they did when entering the world was to convene the political power of the secular world and announce the plan for racial transformation.
This plan was like a bomb that hit all the politicians hard, leaving them dizzy and confused.
"Absurd! Shameless! No one with a conscience will accept this kind of thing."
A stout dignitary stood up with a roar. Every time he cursed, his fist as big as a bowl would hit the solid wood table hard.
His voice stopped suddenly.
A flame shot up from under his feet and roared straight to the roof.
The fire came and went as quickly as it came. The carpet underfoot and the dignitaries on both sides were all unscathed, except for the sturdy dignitary.
"Who is in favor? Who is against?"
There was silence.
"Okay, let me ask another question - who is against it? Who is in favor?"
The priests, priests, and fanatical believers who attended the meeting all knelt on the ground and loudly praised the Olympus Gods.
"Zeus is the father of the gods and the common ancestor of mankind. We all have the blood of the Olympus gods flowing in our bodies. It's just that for so many years, we have been intermarrying with dirty and lowly human races, and our blood has long been filthy.
The purification of blood is very necessary."
"Yes! The bloodline of dirty sin must be interrupted in us, and we cannot let it continue to our descendants. I support the human transformation plan. There will no longer be racial distinctions in the world from now on, and all humans are Olympians.
Descendants of the Si Clan."
One-sided.
There is no suspense at all.
If the opposite side is Ming diplomats, they can eat garlic to their heart's content, spit, or even take off their boots and throw them at the opposite side.
Because they know that the diplomats of the Ming Dynasty are at best talkative and can quote scriptures without using curse words, but they will never take action.
But now, sitting across from him is a god.
Humans bargain with gods?
God is not asking for opinions at all, but announcing the results.
Previously, there was a voice in the United Western States that gods could not be allowed to come to the world, and secular society must be in the hands of humans.
However, the Ming Dynasty put too much pressure on them, and they had no choice at all. God was their only hope of doubling their fortunes.
Only now do I understand that the Ming Dynasty could only destroy their country, while the gods could destroy their bloodline.
As the people of the Ming Dynasty, they could still retain their own customs, traditions, writings, and history. The emperors of the Ming Dynasty were just like their ancestors, but they only destroyed the country and continued to sacrifice people.
When the people of the gods, even if their customs, traditions, culture, and history are all preserved intact and their bloodline is gone, who will still recognize and cherish these?
When God appears in time, man's social status will naturally be reduced by one.
Speaking of species status, what’s next to humans?
First up are cats and dogs.
Then there are poultry and livestock.
Humans would not think of assimilating the latter two, but the Olympians would.
Myths and legends clearly record the efforts and painstaking efforts of the Olympus Protoss in this matter.