Would the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains have no interest in the priesthood [Death]? What nonsense, it is not difficult to derive death from the earth, and once he obtains [Death], the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains will definitely be able to go one step further.
Temptation, can this ancient god resist?
"But this matter needs to be considered in the long run. You have also seen that although His will is chaotic, His power is not missing at all. It will be quite difficult for you to replace Him."
"What the Mountain Master said makes sense," Muria agreed with such nonsense, which was obviously just a waste of saliva, and did not show any constancy. This is normal.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, an ancient existence that was born at the beginning of the world and still exists today, is not an enthusiastic neighbor who comes to help you when he sees you in trouble.
A good old guy.
"I suggest that after you are promoted to become a powerful god, how about we help you plan for the priesthood [Death] with our respective gods?" The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains suggested to Muria as an elder, "After all, it is against the rules of the gods.
This method is of no use to the God of Death."
"Well, what you said makes sense, let's wait until I get promoted and then discuss it!" Muria agreed happily.
The original ancient god merged into the world's god system. Even if he became a god of faith, it did not mean that faith would become his weakness. Even if he lost faith, his power would fall, but it would be limited.
For example, the Emperor of the Undead may still have his divine name circulating in various realms after a long period of time, but it is no longer possible to provide him with enough faith.
Even so, He is still alive and kicking in his own kingdom of God, and there is no sign of falling into eternal sleep due to lack of faith.
After finalizing all the matters, Muria and the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains went back to their respective homes to find their own...
"In the world of the dead, the original god in charge of the [Death] priesthood, you dare to pay attention to such a being now, Muria, the gap between us is getting wider and wider."
Twelve holy wings of light extended behind the back, gradually filling the space behind him. Michaelela, the new goddess of light, looked at Muria who had returned from the world of the dead and sighed from the bottom of her heart.
"It's just an idea. I have no possibility of realizing it now." Muria said with a helpless smile. How could he not know what Michaela was thinking.
Partners should support each other, and the huge gap in strength between Michaela and Muria now makes her feel uneasy. If she wants to catch up with Muria as soon as possible, at least she should not be too far apart.
distance.
"Having this kind of thought is enough to explain everything. Look at my current strength, I don't even dare to have this kind of thought."
"It's just an unrealistic delusion. There's still a long way to go before it can be realized. And there are many people who have designs on that god of death, and I'm not the only one."
Muria was very calm. Judging from his experiences in the world of the dead, it was not only the Sun God and the Lord of the Mountains who had the idea of the Death God, but perhaps other beings as well.
As for the alliance with the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains... whoever takes it seriously is a fool. It is a contract without any binding. It is simply a verbal agreement. In today's world, it has no effect at all.
"And I may be the weakest one among them." Muria said with a self-deprecating smile.
He has a very clear positioning of himself. Compared with those ancient beings who were born sacred, he has no advantage at all. The only thing he can rely on now is the priesthood he boldly took from the sea of the source of the world.
"You are the weakest one, but you are the one with the most potential among them. You are different from them all. You are the most special, Muria."
Michaela is very optimistic about her partner. Not long ago, he chose to become a god here, not just on impulse. He also thinks highly of his husband.
He planned to help Muria, and then work with Muria to obtain the resources he wanted most, without being thrown away too much.
"If potential cannot be converted into combat power in the shortest time, it is just potential. I must become stronger in the shortest time and be promoted to a powerful god."
"Are you planning to spread your faith?"
"Well, naturally he has become a god, so he should be more thorough." Muria whispered softly. Behind him, the Luo Tianjing slowly rotated, and around him, the sound of sacrificial prayers faintly appeared.
As He has shown the power he controls many times in the world, many creatures have long since prayed to Him and worshiped Him. But before that, Muria ignored these beliefs. He didn't want to
If the contamination is too deep, it will be difficult to get rid of it.
But now, Muria decided to put aside his prejudices. He has accepted the baptism of the world's laws and accepted his own constraints. Why not be more straightforward and coy about what he said.
"Since my father is going to become a god, then I should start preparing to establish a church."
Next to Michaelela, Gladys, who had just returned from a realm and completed the war of conquest, spoke out. On her body, there was a layer of substantial power of faith.
This is the result of Gladys leading a realm conquest war. At this time, as long as he wants, he can immediately become a god. She has already had such qualifications.
But this kind of thing is something Muria cannot tolerate. His partner will follow him to become a god, and it will be a godsend ceremony with a very low success rate. Forget it, his daughter will also get involved.
If it fails, then all three of his family will be trapped here. This is absolutely not possible. Mortals know that eggs cannot be put in the same basket. His children and descendants can only take the epic path.
"Well, let's do our best. By the way, don't let Tiffany get involved in this matter. I will try my best to arrange for her to play in that realm for as long as possible."
Muria stretched out her hand and gave her eldest daughter a gentle move. The power of faith, which was so strong that it formed a halo in his eyes, flowed into his hand.
The golden flame ignited in his hands, removing some of the negative emotions. The bright red-gold faith crystals condensed and formed in his hands. There were faint sounds of killing in them. This was in
The result of gaining faith through war.
"I know, let her know after I complete the church's framework!"
Seeing her father take away the faith that could make him become a god instantly, Gladys' expression did not change. If she wanted to become a god, she would not let the power of faith condense into a god behind her back.
Well, she had already set her goal long ago.
…
"Timothy, have you found it?"
On a rippling swamp, the holy winged man with light wings on his back stopped the Dragon King who was walking around. Although they had the disguise of a reincarnated body, they used the same secret technique and could see through the other person's reincarnation at a glance.
The essence of the body.
"Did you find something?" Although he knew exactly what the other party was asking, the Dragon King, who wanted to tease his own family, asked deliberately.
"What else could it be? Your great-grandson, and my granddaughter. Have you found it?"
"Tsk, what have you been doing after being reincarnated for so long? You don't even have any news. Are you too useless?"
Deimos mercilessly mocked God Seraph. This was a great opportunity that only came once in ten thousand years.
"Do you think you found it?"
Aludiba didn't pay attention to Deimos' sarcasm. He noticed Deimos' tone, which was so relaxed and freehand that he didn't seem to have any burden.
"Of course."
Deimos raised his head proudly, as if it was his credit to find his great-grandson, and he did not feel the least bit embarrassed about his behavior.
"Where?" Aludiba was overjoyed.
Although he was reincarnated using the secret technique of the Demon, his luck was not very good. He was reincarnated into a winged race. Although he had the innate ability to fly, he was extremely unlucky to be born into a low-class winged family, so he
It took a long time to overthrow the old system and become the resurgence master of the Winged People.
"Don't worry, they are all safe now, at least much safer than you are now." Dimos, who did not know the latest situation in Muria, assured his friends from the Blazing God Clan.
"Stop talking nonsense to me, tell me the coordinates, and I'll go take a look for myself." Aludiba was a little impatient.
"Of course there is nothing wrong with this, but I want to remind you to be mentally prepared."
"What kind of mental preparation?" Aludiba had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Your granddaughter has become a god." Dimos got straight to the point.
"..." Aludiba was silent, he didn't know what to say at this time.
"The Lord of the Ancient Prison told me not long ago, so you don't have to doubt whether the content is true or false." Dimos further added, making his words more convincing.
"What's going on?" Aludiba slowly recovered from the shock, and then narrowed his eyes and stared at the dragon king in front of him that exuded a lazy aura.
His intuition told him that this matter had something to do with Deimos, or it had something to do with this guy's grandson.
"Well, since you are so eager to know, then I will tell you...well, the general process is like this."
In a show-off tone, Timos triumphantly described his grandson's grand plan to become the Lord of the World to his old friend. However, the more he spoke, the darker Aludiba's face became. When Timos
After finishing speaking, Aludiba's face became so gloomy that he could shed water.
"Your grandson, this guy Muria, when did he come in?"
"I don't know about this. Anyway, it's after us, but he is much stronger than you now. Even if you want to cause trouble for him, you may not be able to defeat him."
Seemingly sensing his old friend's dissatisfaction with his grandson, Dimos reminded him very kindly. Immediately, a layer of crimson divine flames appeared on the body of the Winged Man King who had broken the solidification of his racial class.
But when this layer of flames just appeared, there was a rumbling sound of thunder in the sky. The world's will is always slow to respond to forces that exceed its limits and are beyond its control.
"Calm down, calm down, you are already an old guy, why are you angry with the juniors?" Seeing his old friend burst out with the aura of his body, which triggered the thunder of the world's laws, Dimos comforted him with a smile, and said
He showed an attitude of watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
"Your grandson doesn't have much ability, but his vision is not low. When he sees the slightest possibility, he runs to seek the position of the master of a world without even looking at how much he weighs."
"I think it's okay. After Muria originally came up with this idea, I still discussed it with the Master of the Ten Kings. Since the Master thinks there is a possibility of success, then I don't have any problem."
"Your Excellency Shi Yu, do you think Muria can succeed? Does this gentleman intend to personally help you succeed?"
"Do you think a Titan would do such a thing?" Dimos squinted at Aludiba.
"It's impossible, but if that's the case, then why does the Lord think that Muria can succeed?"
"Don't ask me about this. If you have the ability, go to the Lord and ask."
"Ignore this for now, your grandson becomes a god and plots to be the master of the world. Why do you want to drag my granddaughter into trouble?"
"What do you mean by dragging your granddaughter into the water? Can she speak? It's obvious that the two of them worked together, so why did your granddaughter become a victim when it came to your mouth? You know better than me that becoming a god cannot be done voluntarily.
It’s simply impossible to succeed.”
"Who knows if it was your grandson who used all kinds of sweet words to trick my granddaughter into becoming a god."
"Forget it, you guy. I won't argue with you. Go and see your granddaughter yourself and see if it's my grandson who is intimidating her?"
"Give me the coordinates."
"Here you go."
…
"Micah, I pulled this from an ancient giant beast. It is an excellent material used to refine artifacts."
In the palace, Muria proudly showed his wife the trophies he had obtained by exploiting the big snake, "You can pick whatever you want and take as much as you want. It doesn't matter if you take them all. I can get them again after a while."
One batch.”
"I don't like using this kind of material to refine artifacts. Ask Gladys if they want it!"
"I have already prepared their share, which is enough for them to spend for a long time."
"Well, what about Aiolos's share?" Michaelela, who knew Muria's temperament, asked.
"Oh, Aiolos, well, I'll prepare his share right away." Facing his wife's gaze, Muria tilted her head unconsciously, feeling a little embarrassed about her preference for one thing and another, "No.
He will be missing."
"According to the observation report of the angel I sent, Aiolos's memory has almost awakened. You should bring him back now." Michaelela fought for the legitimate rights and interests of his eldest son.
"Well, then it's time to bring him back." Muria thought seriously for a moment, and finally nodded reluctantly under the gaze of his wife, "When the time comes, arrange for him to be the commander-in-chief.