Chapter 1332 Splitting the World

"Death power?!"

Surprised and exclaimed in the incomplete half-plane, the gods saw the gloomy divine power, and looked at Muria with fear in their eyes.

The gods who hold the priesthood of [Death] are extremely special existences in the group of gods. As long as they are not fooled, basically no god will choose to conflict with the god of death, and will try to befriend the god of death as much as possible.

Not only because of the special nature of the divine power controlled by the God of Death, but more importantly, many of the divine spells developed by the God of Death are instant death spells.

Although the gods can be immune to this kind of magic that is basically cheating, but the belief in God is never a single individual. He also has a huge church under his command, that is, the attack of the dead is too deadly for an organization.

"I didn't expect that His Majesty not only mastered the priesthood of [Sun], but also touched the domain of [Death]. No wonder Sun was mysterious and wanted to recruit him personally, but He directly refused, and I would not agree to it."

Some gods looked at Muria and couldn't help admiring, and even used honorific names, because what Muria showed was too shocking.

"It's only a matter of time before this majesty becomes a powerful divine power. I guess it won't be long before he can be on an equal footing with His Majesty the Sun God."

The gods with the weakest medium divine power communicated one after another, expressing their admiration for Muria, while Yu Vulcan standing next to Muria looked at the gods with a little pride in his heart.

As the existence that Muria personally subdued, he naturally knew that what Muria hid was far more shocking than what he revealed now. If it was all revealed,

"Well, His Majesty the God Lord will probably be mobilized and attacked! There is a high probability that I will also fall along with it."

Thinking of this, Vulcan Yu's heart tightened slightly. Before the divine master rises completely, such things must not be revealed to the outside world, otherwise it is difficult to say what will happen.

"Sure enough, you juniors shouldn't be underestimated! Being so young, not only set foot in [Sun], but even controlled [Death], it's really scary!"

Fiery divine power drifted in front of Muria, it was the remnant of the incarnation of the sun god destroyed by the divine power of death, and when a ray of light fell from the sun hanging in the sky of the demiplane, these remaining divine powers were like returning home Birds flocked into the figure gradually appearing from the ray of light.

"I approve of you, young junior."

The re-condensed incarnation of the sun god looked at Muria, his face shrouded in crimson divine light, without any emotion,

And he, whose avatar was destroyed once, has no intention of continuing to fight with Morea.

"As expected of the original god." Since the ancient god in charge of the theocratic power of the sun is so talkative, Muria naturally took a step back and stopped entangled with him. If there is a fight, it is not certain who will suffer.

The powerful gods whose avatars have been destroyed do not intend to continue to trouble Muria, and the other gods are naturally too full to do nothing and continue to pester Muria.

So, as if nothing happened, the gods concluded a covenant with a rather weak binding force under the leadership of the powerful divine power of the five gods.

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 targets they can attack are the gods who were not invited to participate in this meeting.

In fact, this part of the gods who are not qualified to participate in the conference has been regarded as interests that can be divided, and has begun to be divided by many powerful gods.

Muria felt that the scene in front of her was familiar. The most powerful group of gods in the world joined together to distribute other weak gods, races, and realms without her knowing it at all.

The posture is extremely arrogant, but all the gods present have the strength to match this arrogance. And Muria's strength just happened to make him one of the distributors of benefits, and he was still in the middle and upper reaches.

Because of this strength, he also has the priority second only to the powerful divine power. He can first choose the race and realm of the gods he wants to subdue. Of course, there is a share in this.

The distribution of benefits is extremely long, because the two gods may see the same realm or race, which requires negotiation and negotiation, and even several other gods will be involved.

And the gods are an existence that has no concept of time, so how can this meeting be held indefinitely, and the seemingly chaotic world has become much calmer because the strongest group of existences entered the discussion .

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"Father, 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 stroll around the ten realms ruled by the gods, asked her father who was sitting in the temple as a routine, and the answer his father gave her was completely unexpected.

"It's just over." There was a trace of fatigue in Muria's eyes. The distribution made at the meeting of the gods will affect the future, and even his own survival. The gods who have no shortage of time will naturally compare pennies and pennies, chatting endlessly over a small problem, just like wishing to split money into two. Half used market woman half.

"Ah, it's over?" The daughter who was about to go back to take a nap raised her head in surprise, looked at Muria, her bright eyes widened, "Is this the end?"

"It's all allocated."

"Then how much did you get, father?"

"Fifty-nine realms!" Morea said lightly.

"So few, Dad, what's the matter with you? Did you attend that meeting to step on other gods?" Hearing what Muria said, Tiffany immediately yelled in dissatisfaction, which was far from what she expected up.

"How do you talk? Is it too late?" Muria restrained her majesty as a god, showing the demeanor of a "loving father".

"You will be in the nest." Seeing Muria's fatherly attitude, Tiffany took a few steps back holding her forehead. Although she was timid and timid, her words were extremely firm.

"If you have the ability, you are fighting other gods at the meeting of the gods. What kind of arrogance are you showing off with your daughter? You are only assigned to such a point, and you still have the mood to reprimand me?"

"You think that my participation in the meeting and the part of the benefits that I deserve have been encroached on by other gods. I still dare not say a word, right?" Muria also saw that her daughter was obviously terrified, but still The reason for daring to talk back to him.

When she heard the number of realms assigned by her father, she subconsciously felt that her father had suffered a disadvantage, and she endured it, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of her father in her cognition.

"Otherwise?" Dragon Girl asked subconsciously, and then she questioned with reason and evidence, "Now the number of land boundaries has reached 1,765, and the total number of gods participating in the meeting is only 1,000. There are twenty-eight people, and the realms you get don't even reach the average value, isn't it obvious that you let other gods join forces to bully you?"

"You contradict me because of this?" Muria looked at her daughter who had tears in the corner of her eyes, a little dumbfounded, "When did you think that quantity is everything?"

"You haven't been bullied?" Tiffany blinked her big eyes.

"There are indeed gods who want to bully your father. Didn't you also see the spear that fell from the sun that day? But you know my character, and I fought back."

"That……"

"The realms I've allocated are all of good size and rich in resources, so the quantity is a little less than the average, but the quality is not bad." Muria narrowed her eyes, Said a little reservedly.

"So that's the case, that's great." Tiffany wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a bright smile on her face. Her father had reaped the benefits, and it was only natural for her to be happy.

"Don't be too happy, this is just a private division made by our gods, and the rulers in the divided realms will not agree."

Morea saw it very clearly. The realm allocated by the meeting of the gods only means that he has the right to take it down and occupy it, but it doesn't mean that other gods can't intervene if it can't be taken down.

"Then what are you waiting for? Father, hurry up and give the order to destroy all the allocated boundaries." Tiffany was in high spirits, expanding her territory. For a daughter of the Dragon King with a strong desire to rule like her, but A very motivating thing to do.

"Just stay there and be honest. There are quite a few gods in the realms I chose." Morea tapped the daughter's forehead without exerting any force.

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The scorching wind without a trace of water vapor blows through a small village that seems to be simply piled up with sand. Some yellow sand rustles down in this gust of wind, but the residents don't care about the change of their houses. more dangerous.

Compared with the sunny weather that has lasted for three months, the fact that the house is about to collapse is nothing worth mentioning. Prolonged drought leads to the continuous depletion of water sources, which is the top priority that endangers survival.

"Linda, it's time, hurry up and line up, otherwise, the water will be distributed, and no one will sympathize with us, the old and the young, at this time."

In the low and dilapidated hut, an old voice sounded, and soon there was an immature, somewhat hoarse voice in response, and then a short, skinny, dark-skinned little girl trotted towards the village holding a crock pot, Run to the only well that can still produce spring water.

And not long after, the girl holding a jar of muddy well water carefully returned home, and then she saw a thin figure in a linen robe, sitting not far from the door with a tired face, eyes slightly Close, it seems that it is not going to work.