The energy of the potion pushed him to the limit of his body, and it seemed that he could continue to break through.
He never expected to return to level 12 strength now, so he decisively stopped the momentum of upward breakthrough.
If you give him some time to settle, he may be able to make further progress based on the original.
In the past, he was hampered in every aspect of his practice, but now, with the light of the elves and gods surrounding him, he can improve his strength without hesitation.
The breath of magic slowly sank, settled in his body, and silently circulated in the constructed circuit. As long as the time came, he could return to the extraordinary.
Opening his eyes, the look on Xueho's face was as hard and cold as gold and iron. He took one or two breaths to recover to the first level, and it only took two minutes until now.
The strength has returned, the brilliance of the elven gods has also covered the tauren tribe, and the original traces have been completely driven away.
From now on, this is the territory of the Elf Kingdom.
From now on, he needs to play a tyrant, a dictator, and a powerful madman.
Five Rings Magic: Healing.
A faint green light fell, rendering the bloody ground with natural brilliance.
Not long after, a female tauren struggled and turned her dry eyes, and saw the male tauren whose appearance had changed drastically.
"You..." She found in confusion that her broken arm could already move.
"I, Bloodhoof, the king of the Tauren tribe." A deep voice said slowly, "Who among you still objects?"
The female tauren who climbed up from the edge of death looked at each other in shock.
Perhaps it was because he felt weak due to excessive blood loss, or perhaps he had just experienced the shadow of death, or perhaps it was because he saw the previous generation of lords lying on the ground with their heads separated, but not a single tauren was angry.
Bloodhoof standing above looked at this scene. Those who woke up were all teachable, truly crazy fanatic believers. They had all died in the battle just now.
Based on this calculation, the number of female tauren has been reduced by more than half.
However, from now on, the entire tribe will follow the elves and gods under his leadership.
Only by becoming an elf can he take the right path. He has always believed this and has never changed.
"My people."
Bloodhoof raised his head and looked at the newborn sun, watching it slowly become fiery, watching it light up the land, just like always.
"I need to build a new altar." He stood on the broken altar of God, trampling the traces of the former god under his feet.
There are many traces of explosions remaining on the broken stone altar. The exploding mushrooms shattered the vague horn boulder, leaving only half of its roots standing here.
"An altar to communicate with the gods."
The thin male tauren and the strong but weak female tauren looked at him, and there was some commotion for a while.
On the side of the turbulent Tauren tribe, above the mountain wall, a short and sturdy tree rooted on the cliff trembled, and then slowly grew.
It shakes the leaves and breathes the natural breath. A layer of inexplicable breath comes from the void, improving its essence.
"Praise be to you, Crown of the Woodlands."
The short and sturdy ancient trees that gradually became extraordinary began to grow for a long time, and the new will whispered.
In the forest space, the God of Thunder has deep eyes and sits high on his throne.
All kinds of fluctuations of divine power flow through him, including thunder, storm, strength, speed, woodland, wildness, charm, lakes...
Then, he opened his eyes and looked towards the forest space.
In that place, there is a gap that is slowly being filled with natural breath.
In the past, the tauren tribe believed in their racial gods, so it was like a nail placed here, making the woodland space incomplete.
But now, the connection between believers and God has been destroyed, and the energy of nature has included this area into the territory of the woodland space.
The gods of the Pantheon have incorporated their material world sanctuaries into the woodland space and integrated them into the woodland space.
The reason why he targeted those gods was because they were stuck here like nails, hindering their progress.
Moreover, this is the general trend. If we do not make progress, we will regress.
"The great elves and gods..."
"The God of Beasts..."
The Minotaur's voice whispered into the ears of the God of Thunder, and he prayed in his ears.
As soon as he moved, a vague beast figure stood up from behind his throne, took a step forward and disappeared.
The matter of establishing the elven tribe was left to the incarnation of the beasts. Most of his consciousness was immersed in his godhead.
Both the Thunder Godhead and the Woodland Godhead are covered with dense lines, criss-crossing and looking like a mess.
In comparison, the lines of the Godhead of Ten Thousand Beasts are more than a step short and much weaker.
After crossing the boundary of medium divine power, the nature of the godhead is very different.
For example, extensibility.
The forest godhead moved slightly, as if it branched off a tributary, or opened a new node, and an illusory prism-shaped crystal emerged from the void.
"Godhead: Jungle."
A dense forest, mysterious and primitive, with thick trees is called a dense forest.
The God of Thunder sensed the godhead itself, and with a slight movement, another illusory prismatic crystal appeared.
“Godhead: Planting.”
“Belonging to the Godhead: Farming and Harvesting.”
After continuously segmenting and refining three godheads, the God of Thunder stopped.
A large part of the reason for the attributes of the Godhead is faith, so when he developed farming, he considered these issues.
Judging from the current situation, higher divine power is no longer out of reach, and he is on the right path.
Dividing these three divine attributes has consumed a large part of his divine power savings. Further differentiation will affect his normal operation. After a period of time when the divine power is full, he can choose to differentiate the divine attributes again.
As long as someone has sufficient conditions and their own permission, they can accept his godhead and become a member of the gods.
This is also the true establishment of the divine system and the beginning from one to ten thousand.
"God King." The figure of the God of Foreknowledge came from under the tree, bowed slightly to the sitting God of Thunder, and sent a battle report.
The God of Thunder opened his eyes again and received the detailed battle report from the God of Foreknowledge.
'In the first battle, an air strike captured 117 goblins. There were no casualties on our side. There were no serious injuries or deaths on the enemy's side. All of them were captured.'
'The second battle, cooperation in the air and ground, liberated the Minotaur tribe. Bloodhoof, the chosen one from the Phantom God Space, took over the Minotaur tribe. There were no serious injuries on our side, but two people were slightly injured. More than half of the enemy was dead. We have accepted the surrender.'
'In the third battle, we cooperated with the air and ground to liberate the bush tribe. The electors from the Phantom God Space took over the management of our own tribe, and there were no casualties on our side.'
'The fourth battle...'
The God of Thunder looked at this battle report and felt the relaxation of the forest space. After many of his god's sanctuaries were pulled out, it was like being pulled out of wooden thorns stuck under the skin.