The first thousand three hundred and fourteenth chapters, the character of Moria
Consequences? What other consequences could there be? When gods with overlapping clerical fields are not equal in power, there are only two endings: death and surrender.
Choice, how else to choose? His true body has already stood in front of this god. Although he has never fought, he can be sure that he cannot defeat this existence.
"Well, the race you protect is migrating! But the new gathering place you chose is not very good, of course it is still much better than the original one." Before ten breaths had passed, a whisper that frightened the God of Yellow Sand was heard in the hall.
echoed, and then the patron saint succumbed.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to become your god and ask you to protect me and my tribe!"
The god who was supposed to be aloof knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to Muria. Following His words, a huge will descended, waiting for Muria's choice.
The relationship between gods is more complicated than ordinary mortals imagine. Even if one of the weak gods surrenders to a more powerful god, there are many relationships to choose from.
For example, the weakest relationship is nominal surrender. A typical example is Erathia's Furious God System. Its main god, the Lord of Storms, and the gods under his command, the relationship between the two parties, even if you search all the world communities, will definitely
Can find similar ones.
Of course, the main reason why such a strange group of gods like the Furious God System appears is because the world laws of Erathia are strict, and even powerful gods cannot arbitrarily infringe on the interests of weak gods.
And Talos, the God of Storms, wanted to gain divine power, but his divine power was unwilling to be exploited, so it created such a ridiculous situation of confrontation between the upper and lower forces.
Naturally, such a subordinate relationship was not what Muria expected. This level of control was really too bad in Muria's opinion.
And the rules of the world he lives in are far less perfect than those of Erathia. The gods can actually walk on the earth as they please, which gives him room to operate.
For example, genocide. In a world where true gods can come to the world, races that have lost the protection of gods have no power to resist when faced with the evil intentions of a god.
Therefore, the God of Yellow Sand immediately surrendered after hearing what Muria said. The fundamental reason is because he regarded what Muria said as a threat, and threatened to annihilate the clan if he did not surrender.
Of course, Muria can guarantee that what he said actually had no special meaning. He just happened to see the race contaminated by the aura of this god with the help of Luo Tianjing, and then said what he saw, without any meaning.
The meaning of coercion and threat, well, that's it.
How could Muria be such a bad existence that threatens other gods with his race? It is impossible for him to do such unlimited things. If the God of Yellow Sand has such an idea, it is because this god does not understand him
, so he made such a bad conjecture and it had nothing to do with him.
"Well, yes."
Muria, who realizes that his nature is pure and good and does not do evil things, heard that the god was willing to surrender to him and asked for his asylum. He nodded with relief and then further extended his invitation.
"Hand over your priesthood, I need that part of your priesthood!"
"This..." Seeing the request, even Ugo Sosa, who was already prepared, couldn't help but hesitate. He knew what would happen next. Because of this, he felt hesitant, but Muria also saw it.
He hesitated, so he added,
"If you become my god, I can find a better place for your tribe to live than the one you choose."
Hearing Muria mention his tribe, the God of Yellow Sand suddenly felt a surge of humiliation, helplessness and grief in his heart, but in the end he chose to lower his head. This was the only choice he had.
"Your Majesty, this is my godhead!"
In order to protect the ethnic group and his own ethnic group, the God of Yellow Sand dedicated his godhead. The earth-yellow godhead shone with impure divine light. Under the thoughts of its owner, this god
The godhead floated into the hands of another god.
"What a dedicated god!"
Muria held the godhead in his hand with a hint of sigh. He didn't know whether this god endured humiliation and bowed to him because of his original wish, or because of the influence of the priesthood. But these are not important. The result was what he asked for.
That’s it.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, it's just to consolidate the divine power."
Muria still understands the principle of Qianjinshi Horse Bone. If he is too harsh on this god, then it will be exponentially more difficult for him to conquer other gods by force in the future.
Of course, he seemed to think so, but Muria did not say it in his mouth. He began to extract the [Desert] priesthood conceived in it. Such an action made the divine light of this godhead become uncertain, and there were also images on it.
cracked.
The aura of the God of Yellow Sand, who was with him for his life, suddenly began to fluctuate. With only weak divine power, he was in danger of falling from the position of a god at this moment.
"His Majesty!"
"Silence!" Muria was concentrating on extracting the priesthood. When she heard this interference, she immediately scolded her.
Therefore, the God of Yellow Sand could only watch with great anxiety as Muria acted recklessly towards his priesthood. At this time, there was still a small amount of luck in his heart.
But this fluke was eventually defeated by the facts. The God of Yellow Sand watched with a hint of despair as a slightly smaller crystal was separated from his godhead, and then merged with the being sitting above.
As a result, the aura of the God of Yellow Sand, whose priesthood had been partially robbed, began to decline, and his body began to behave strangely. Bright rays of light overflowed from his body, and the divine power in his body also continued to bloom as these rays of light continued to bloom.
It is constantly weakening, like a balloon that is constantly deflating.
But the bad news of the fall of his divine status did not happen to him in the end. The priesthood that had just been integrated into Muria was separated again, and then reintegrated into his godhead that had shrunk in size and seemed to be about to collapse.
And Muria, who had completed what he wanted to do, gently pushed the godhead and let it submerge into the body of the God of Yellow Sand. Then all the visions on the God of Yellow Sand stopped, and the divine power on his body stopped.
The divine light returned to its original glory.
The lost strength made the God of Yellow Sand feel happy. He realized that the strength in his body had not weakened at all, and he couldn't help but smile on his face. But in addition to joy, there was also a sense of gratitude to Muria.
He knew that such feelings were wrong, but who made this being stronger than him, and he had no power to resist. Even such behavior was considered a gift to him.
The God of Yellow Sand savored the power of his body carefully. In his induction, the power was not attenuated at all. It seemed to be the same as before, but he knew that it was completely different from before.
His power is no longer completely under his control. He can clearly feel that the divine power derived from the [Desert] priesthood, besides himself, there is a controller with higher authority than him.
In other words, whether he can continue to maintain his status as a god is completely decided by a certain being. He has lost his freedom as a god and has become a dog and horse of his god.
"Greetings to your Majesty!"
Wiping away the unwillingness in his heart, the God of Yellow Sand knelt down on his knees, paid homage to Muria, and accepted this result.
The law of the jungle is what it is. There is nothing to complain about. It is extremely normal for a weak person to become the target of bullying and exploitation by others. This kind of thing will happen sooner or later. In comparison, the current result is considered good.
Yes.
"Well, get up. You don't have to do this in the future. You are also a god. There is no need to humiliate yourself like this."
Muria was quite satisfied to see this little god adapting to his identity so quickly.
In fact, with the degree of control he has as a god now, no matter what he does to him, there will be no problem, because the part of his personality that maintains his existence is under his control.
Such a subordinate relationship among gods is unimaginable in Erathia. The perfect world rules prevent powerful gods from bullying weak gods. Even mortals, under the protection of world rules, have the ability to fight against gods.
possible.
The probability of something like Muria using the tribe to coerce a patron saint into bowing down is basically zero in Erathia... Bah, there is no coercion, just a reminder.
"You are now my god, so if you have any demands now, you can tell me, and I will satisfy you according to the situation." Muria was quite satisfied at this time. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, and he
This is a good start, but similar things may not be repeated a second time. Not all gods will choose to become patron saints.
"Now I just want to pray that my tribe will not be harmed in any way and that there will no longer be any conflicts over water sources."
"Well, this is easy to handle." With such a humble request, it can even be said that it is not a request at all. Muria naturally agreed, "I will send my legions to help your ethnic group transfer, and you can also choose some of them.
The tribesmen will move into the realm that I control, and the average quality of the newborns born to your tribe there will be stronger than the previous generation."
"Thank you God Lord for your grace. I will make arrangements when I get back." The rock-like face of the Yellow Sand God showed a frightened expression, but in his heart he had completely different thoughts. "This God Lord has a really dark heart.
They have already taken control of part of my priesthood, but they still don’t trust me and use this method to blackmail me.”
Naturally, Muria didn't know about the groundless slander in the heart of the God of Yellow Sand. If he knew about it, there would be a debate.
Now, Muria is excited to grab this little god who has been hanging out in this extremely chaotic realm for a while to understand the situation here. The weaker the person is, the more basic information he knows.