Chapter 1368 Powerful Gods

"You really need my help."

Facing the thousands of mad lanterns, Morea didn't care, he raised his hand lightly, and the gray field started from his fingertips, and instantly covered all the surrounding sky.

Time was forbidden at this moment, and all things lost their color and turned into dead ashes. Then, every wind that could easily cut an abyss on the ground collapsed and turned into an air current that disturbed the four directions.

Even the body of the Elf King of the Wind trembled, and several cyan divine lights exploded on his body, like several blooming gorgeous divine lights.

"You need me to teach you how to maintain due respect when facing a being stronger than yourself!"

"[Death] Priesthood? How is that possible?"

Maintaining his crumbling body, the Elf King of the Wind looked at Morea with an expression of disbelief.

He is not too surprised that Morea can be promoted to a powerful divine power before Him. Recently, the background of others has been deeper than Him. Moreover, Morea used an excuse that can be broken, and did not bother to cover up to invade His realm. , He is not very angry.

Because if he was promoted before Morea, he would probably do something similar. As long as you are not a fool, you can see that this is a world of great competition that is rare in ten thousand years.

The heritage accumulated in this chaotic period will determine the status that each god can have after the order is established. Therefore, it is normal to plunder the belief resources of other gods with a shameless face.

The object of his real anger is himself. Why is he so weak that he has taken this crucial step, causing him to become the object of plunder by other gods.

"What's so surprising about such a thing?"

"How could you possibly hold such a priesthood? What the hell did you do?" The Elf King of the Wind is unbelievable. Such a powerful and supreme priesthood is usually in the hands of the oldest gods. It would be nice to have a new spirit.

At the beginning, Morea showed off the power of the sun and death. Although it amazed the gods, it returned to normal after the surprise, because all the gods could see that the priesthood in Morea's hands was too small, and it was only barely relevant. That's it.

But now everything is different. The newly promoted god who once used the power of death as a plot against an ancient existence actually used the power of death as his main attack method. Judging from such a wanton way of profligacy, [Death] may have become a His Lordship.

what does that mean? The Elf King of the Wind is very clear,

It's just too much. This means that he can be on an equal footing with the oldest group of gods, which means that he has the qualification to hold the huge table knife that divides the world. It also means that the once god who could raise his heart of comparison a little has become an existence that he can only hope to reach.

With such a huge gap, it is difficult for even the gods to maintain a stable mood in their hearts. The Elf King of the Wind admitted that he was sour. The supreme priesthood, how can there be such a priesthood incense in the element priesthood, although [Wind] is also very strong, but it is not a very obvious gap with the supreme priesthood.

"Before raising your own doubts with me, should you correct your current attitude?"

Morea stared at the Elf King of the Wind. Now that you have become a god, you must abide by the order between gods, and use strength to determine the superiority and inferiority.

"..." The Elf King of the Wind was silent, regained his composure, and then began to test: "The new master of death, what do you want?"

"Well, that's right." Seeing the elf king of the wind who instantly wiped away the hostility from his body and looked a little humble, Morea's face showed admiration. He likes this kind of god who can bend and stretch. Save Him a lot of trouble.

Although such a god is not loyal even if he is brought under his command, Morea doesn't care. Because in Morea's future positioning, all the gods who join his command, even if the gods are standard two or five children, there is no chance to go back and change jobs.

"Don't you think my power is too weak? It doesn't match the power I have now." Morea said something that was almost explicit.

"Why me?" The Elf King of Wind asked helplessly. This newly promoted powerful divine power made it clear that he just fell in love with him and wanted to subdue him as a god.

In such a matter, if he is a weak or weak divine power, then he should be grateful, but he is a medium divine power, a god who has the opportunity to be promoted to a powerful divine power in the not-too-distant future.

Even if the priesthood he controls is not the supreme priesthood, that's not bad, at least there is no problem with self-protection. Of course, with his current strength, it seems that there is not much of a problem with self-preservation.

"Because I find you very pleasing to the eye, your elemental body is more in line with my aesthetic." Morea responded with an answer that could not be called an answer at all.

"Just like that?"

"Otherwise? Although I have also mastered part of the [Wind] priesthood, I think it would be a waste to kill you and plunder your priesthood. It would be better to bring you under my command."

Threat, it's a naked threat. The meaning of his words is very clear. If he dares to refuse to solicit, then his end will be a fall. What is not obtained will be destroyed.

"Xiaxia, can you give me some time to think about it? This kind of thing has a huge impact on me, and I can't react for a while." The Elf King of the Wind did not have any expectations to test.

"Rightly speaking, I shouldn't have given you any time, but who told me to be kind. Come on, how long do you need to think?"

"???" Such gentle words made the King of Wind quickly heighten his vigilance. If something goes wrong, there must be demons. This god who broke into his realm in such a shameless way suddenly became so easy to talk. something wrong.

"Ten years?" After careful consideration, the Elf King of the Wind carefully said a number that was not an exaggeration for the gods.

"Well, yes." This can be called an excessive request, but Muria agreed to it, and then it seems that in exchange, the god put forward his conditions,

"Since you need ten years to think about my proposal, you must have no time to manage it in these ten years, so I will take over the realm you assigned at the meeting of the gods! "

Seeing from the poor dagger, when I heard Morea’s brazen words, the deity of the Elf King of the Wind went berserk in his own kingdom of God. He must release the depressed mood that he has endured until now, or else If he did, he was afraid that he would do something drastic.

"..." But in the face of Morea's incarnation of the gods, he naturally remained silent. How could he answer such words? Do you want him to agree? What are you kidding?

According to this character with such an unscrupulous existence, after ten years have passed, what will he have left?

But if he refused, he didn't dare to say it, he didn't have a choice at all. Surrender, or fall! There are two paths, choose one, and there is no chance to delay time and wait for a turning point.

"It seems that you are not satisfied with my proposal. In that case, you can make a decision now."

Morea showed a warm smile, looking refined and easy-going, but the completely stagnant gray field around him did not match the expression on his face at this time.

"By the way, don't make me wait too long, I am an impatient existence." Morea reminded again.

"...Not enough!" After a long silence, the Elf King of the Wind replied.

"What's not enough?"

"I want to witness your true power. If you can enter my kingdom of God and find my deity before the sun sets in the sky, I am willing to become your god."

With the last stubbornness, the Elf King of the Wind proposed the conditions for him to become a god.

And Morea, who heard such words, slapped her palms and smiled. The meaning of this god is obvious. I must conquer me with pure force, otherwise I will refuse to surrender and would rather resist to the end.

This is the last resistance under desperation, and it is also a temptation. If he cannot show his overwhelming power, he can leave directly.

As for this kind of thing, Morea naturally likes it, and conquering with pure force is what he wants to do most, because what is obtained in this way is the most stable.

"Okay, I promise!"

Morea laughed, and then, under the gaze of the avatar of the Elf King of the Wind, the newly promoted Death God turned into a giant god who stood above the sky, and then raised his hand, like pinching a mosquito to death, crushing the elf King of the Wind. Avatar.

After that, the god whose huge body had grown to five thousand meters stepped forward, walking on the land that was not so vast for him at this time.

Majestic and steep, rolling majestic mountains, swampy lakes rippling with misty water, and the mighty Yangtze River that traverses thousands of miles—the wonders of the earth that contain the mysteries of natural creation were crossed by powerful gods in a single step, and in an instant they were swept away. Throw away thousands of miles.

The distance spanned by the gods in a single step is the distance that some birds cannot fly after being exhausted for three days and three nights without rest.

And such a terrifying movement speed, coupled with the huge size of this god. It should have set off a hurricane that could sweep the entire realm, but these natural disasters caused by His actions were suppressed by this existence as early as the moment they appeared.

Even on the ground, he could not see any footprints left by his steps, as if the huge and majestic body of Morea was just a powerful illusion.

In fact, for those weak mortals, Moria, who is not in the same space as them, is not much different from a phantom.

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"As expected of the gods of the younger generation, they became active immediately after gaining the power of the emperor of death. Young gods are always more energetic than us dead old guys."

"It seems that you are very optimistic about this young junior, but I am full of worries, because I see endless greed in him."

"Young juniors, isn't this kind of mentality a very normal thing? I think when we just became gods, weren't we the same as him? I want to expand the divine power in our hands as much as possible. At the same time, I also get more priesthood. ."

"But it didn't take long for us to be satisfied. That's because we understood the cruelty of the world. But this one I can't see any trace of satisfaction, He seems to just keep asking."

"So, Pale Lord, what are you worried about?"

"I worry that one day in the future, this junior will cast that greedy gaze on us and swing the sword in his hand at us."

"It's pointless to worry, is it only the junior who has a sword in his hand? We also have it. If he dares to look at us, then we will teach him how to be a junior obediently."

"No, it's not meaningless, haven't you found it? Is this junior's speed of strengthening a little too fast, and in a short period of time, it has already matched what we have achieved in the past hundreds of thousands of years. all achievements.”

"That's because he inherited everything from the undead emperor, and it is normal to have such power."

"No, it's not normal. I still haven't figured out why that old friend fell into the hands of this junior. Although he no longer has the priesthood, his power has not been weakened. If it was so easy, which round would it be? Get this junior to pick up such a bargain."

"So you suspect that there are other forces behind him supporting him?"

"This is also a possibility, but I didn't expect it. I guess that this existence has hidden power. And that part of the power has been hidden before participating in the meeting of the gods."

"Isn't that impossible? It's not like he doesn't understand the purpose of the conference of the gods. How much profit will he lose by hiding his power?"

"It doesn't matter at all. The benefits he has gained by concealing his strength are far greater than the losses he has lost. Once he has done everything he wants to do, his losses will return dozens or hundreds of times of huge profits."

"Then there are two possibilities. The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains seems to know the existence of this life best, but unfortunately I have tested it, and He will not reveal any information."

"Regardless of him, it's not like you don't know his character. His eyes are always limited to his own rule, and every day he wants to take back the divine power scattered in the hands of his children."

"Speaking of the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, I think of a few very interesting rumors."

"What? Let's hear it."

"A daughter of the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains is looking for allies everywhere, wanting to kill his father and replace him."

"Hahaha, this is really interesting. But the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains is also interesting, to be able to have such a relationship with his direct descendants."

"This is not the most interesting, the most interesting is that this goddess who wanted to murder her father seems to have entered the shrine of our new death master, and stayed for a long time, if correct, An alliance may have been struck."

"This is really interesting!"