The first thousand three hundred and thirty-two chapters divide the world
"Death power?!"
Surprised exclamations arose one after another in the incomplete demiplane. When the gods saw the dark divine power, their eyes looked at Muria with fear.
The gods who hold the priesthood of [Death] are extremely special beings among the group of gods. As long as they are not stupid, basically no god will choose to conflict with the God of Death, and will try their best to befriend the God of Death.
Not only is the nature of the divine power controlled by the Death God special, but more importantly, many of the divine spells developed by the Death God series are instant death spells.
Although gods can be immune to such cheating spells, the God of Faith is never a single individual. He also has a huge church under his command, and instant-death attacks are too deadly for an organization.
"I didn't expect that His Majesty not only mastered the priesthood of [Sun], but also touched the field of [Death]. No wonder the sun is mysterious and wanted to recruit him personally, but he directly refused. I would not agree to it."
Some gods looked at Muria and couldn't help but admire him, and even used honorifics, because what Muria showed was so shocking.
"It's only a matter of time before His Majesty becomes a powerful god. I guess it won't be long before He can be on an equal footing with His Majesty the Sun God."
The weakest gods, all of which were medium-level gods, communicated one after another and expressed their admiration for Muria, while the Yuhuo God standing next to Muria looked at the gods and felt a little proud.
As the being that Muria personally suppressed, He naturally knows that what Muria hides is far more shocking than what he is showing now. If all of it is revealed,
"Well, His Majesty the God Lord will probably be attacked by a group of people! There is a high probability that I will also fall with him."
Thinking of this, Yuhuo Shen's heart tightened slightly. Before the Lord of God completely rises, such things must not be revealed to the outside world, otherwise it will be hard to say what will happen.
"Sure enough, we can't underestimate you juniors! Not only did you get involved in the [Sun] at such a young age, but you even controlled [Death]. It's really terrifying!"
The blazing divine power floated in front of Muria, which was the remnant of the incarnation of the sun god that was destroyed by the divine power of death. When a beam of light fell from the sun hanging in the sky of the demiplane, these remaining divine powers seemed to return home.
Birds swarmed into the figure gradually appearing in the beam of light.
"I approve of you, young junior."
The reunited incarnation of the sun god looked at Muria, his face shrouded in red divine light showed no emotion, and the incarnation had been destroyed once and he had no intention of continuing to fight with Muria.
"As expected of the original god." Since the ancient god who holds the power of the sun is so easy to talk to, Muria naturally took a step back and stopped entangled with him. If there was a fight, it was not certain who would suffer.
The powerful gods whose incarnations have been destroyed do not intend to continue to trouble Muria. Naturally, it is impossible for other gods to have nothing to do and continue to trouble Muria.
As a result, the gods acted as if nothing had happened. Under the guidance of the powerful divine power of the five gods, they concluded a covenant with a relatively weak binding force.
The content of the covenant is nothing more than that the gods are not allowed to attack each other within a limited time, and they are not allowed to conquer each other, and the objects they can attack are the gods who have not been invited to participate in this meeting.
In fact, these gods who are not qualified to participate in the meeting have been regarded as interests that can be divided, and have begun to be divided by many powerful gods.
Muria felt that the scene before her eyes seemed familiar. A group of the most powerful gods in the world joined together to distribute other weak gods, races, and realms without their knowledge at all.
The posture is extremely arrogant, but all the gods present have the strength to match this arrogance. Muria's strength is just enough for him to become one of the profit distributors, and he is still in the middle and upper reaches.
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Because of this strength, He also has the priority second only to powerful divine power. He can choose the race and realm of gods that he wants to conquer in advance. Of course, he has his share.
The distribution of benefits is extremely long, because two gods may be interested in the same realm or race, which requires consultation and negotiation, and may even involve several other gods.
And the gods have very little sense of time, so this meeting can be held indefinitely, and the seemingly chaotic world has become much calmer because the strongest group of beings have entered the discussion.
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"Dad, it's been five years and the meeting hasn't ended yet? Isn't this too ridiculous?"
On a sunny morning, Tiffany, who came back from a walk around the ten realms ruled by the Divine Court, asked her father who was sitting in the temple as usual, and the answer his father gave her was completely unexpected.
"It's just over." There was a hint of exhaustion in Muria's eyes. The allocation made at the meeting of gods will affect the future, and even his own survival. The gods, who have no shortage of time at all, will naturally spend every penny. In order to
Nagging endlessly about a small problem is like a business woman who wants to split her money in half to use one half.
"Ah, it's over?" The daughter, who was about to go back to take a nap, raised her head in surprise and looked at Muria, her bright eyes widened, "Is it over now?"
"Everything has been allocated."
"How much did you get, father?"
"Fifty-nine realms!" Muria said calmly.
"There are so few, dad, what's the matter with you? Are you attending that meeting to be stepped on by other gods?" After hearing what Muria said, Tiffany immediately shouted dissatisfied. This was far from what she expected.
Already.
"How do you speak? Do you need to take care of yourself?" Muria restrained the majesty of being a god and showed his "loving father" demeanor.
"You will be a bully in the nest." Seeing Muria's fatherly attitude, Tiffany held her forehead and took a few steps back. Although she was timid and her momentum was timid, her words were extremely firm.
"You have the ability to fight against other gods at the meeting of gods. How can you show off your power to your daughter? You are only allocated this much, and you still have the mood to lecture me?"
"You think that my participation in the meeting and the part of the benefits that I deserve have been usurped by other gods, and I don't dare to say anything, right?" Muria also saw that her daughter was obviously very scared, but she still
The reason why you dare to talk back to him.
When she heard the number of realms assigned to her father, she subconsciously felt that her father had suffered a loss, and she endured it. This was extremely inconsistent with the image of her father she knew.
"Otherwise?" The dragon girl asked subconsciously, and then she questioned with reason, "Now the number of realms that have appeared has reached 1,765, and the total number of gods participating in the meeting is only
Twenty-eight, and the realms assigned to them are not even up to the average, isn’t it obvious that you are letting other gods team up to bully you?”
"You contradict me just because of this?" Muria looked at her daughter who had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't laugh or cry. "When did you think that quantity is everything?"
"You weren't bullied?" Tiffany blinked her big eyes.
"There is indeed a god who wants to bully your father. Didn't you also see the spear that fell from the sun that day? But you know my character, so I fought back."
"That……"
"The areas I have been assigned to are all of good size and rich in resources, so the quantity is a bit less than the average, but the quality is pretty good." Muria squinted her eyes.
He said somewhat reservedly.
"So that's it, that's great." Tiffany wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a bright smile on her face. Her father had benefited, and it was only natural for her to be happy.
"Don't be too happy too early. This is just a division made by our gods in private. The rulers of the divided realms will not agree."
Muria saw it very clearly. The territory assigned by the meeting of gods only meant that they had the right to defeat it and then occupy it. It did not mean that other gods could not intervene if it failed to be defeated.
"Then what are you waiting for? Father, please hurry up and give the order to knock down all the assigned territories." Tiffany was very interested in expanding her territory. For the daughter of the Dragon King who has a strong desire to rule, she
A very motivating thing to do.
"Just stay there for me. There are quite a lot of gods in the realms I chose." Muria knocked on her daughter's forehead without any force.
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The hot wind without a trace of water vapor blew through a small village that seemed to be simply made of sand. Some yellow sand fell rustlingly in this strong wind, but the residents there did not care about the change in their houses.
It's more dangerous.
Compared with the three months of sunny weather, the fact that the house is about to collapse is nothing to mention. The long-term drought has led to the continuous depletion of water sources, which is the top priority that threatens survival.
"Linda, it's time, hurry up and line up, otherwise, all the water will be distributed. No one will sympathize with us, old and young, at this time."
In the low and dilapidated hut, an old voice sounded, and soon a young, hoarse voice responded, and then a short, skinny, dark-skinned little girl trotted towards the village holding a clay pot.
He ran to the only well that could still produce spring water.
Not long after, the girl carefully returned home with a jar of turbid well water. Then she saw a thin figure in a linen robe, sitting with a tired face not far from the door of the house, his eyes slightly blurred.