Chapter 709 Autumn Harvest (Part 1)

In the void

This is a world of twilight. Above the void, the sun, hazy, seems to be stingy to sprinkle warm sunlight on the earth, and the cold air fills the earth.

On a high mountain range stands a castle.

With marble as the basic material.

Looking from a distance, there are a large number of elves on the castle. They have different strengths, wearing thick clothes, and are busy building and strengthening the castle.

Looking carefully, they are all between the spirit body and the body, obviously not fully formed petitioners.

In the center of the castle, there is a great hall, this hall, after careful observation, it becomes clear that every place is condensed by spells, emitting a faint light!

In the center of the hall, on the high steps. A huge throne stands here.

On the throne, Anion was at work.

Countless thin threads and charms were woven in his hands, and the thin threads were gradually woven into a network, and the network condensed into entities.

As the network and entity gradually took shape, at this moment, strands of white light emerged, gathered into strands of light, and merged into the network.

With the appearance of white light, in the void, there are a little tiny light spots flashing out from the void, which means that the original force is attracted by the power of divinity and faith.

Seeing this phenomenon, Anion sighed.

Attracting the Force means that in the main world, one's own belief has been established and stabilized.

But sigh, the same is true. Every closed world has its own laws. In this world, everything has to start from scratch, which is even more difficult.

This is the repulsion of the Force instinct.

Different crystal wall universes have different laws.

Anion sighed softly.

Below it, there are still hundreds of thousands of elf petitioners working diligently. For his own god, he built a palace. After a moment of silence, Anion suddenly smiled.

In an instant, the brilliance illuminated the entire hall, and beautiful flowers emerged from below.

Anion drew a long sword,

As soon as the long sword appeared, it made a low buzzing sound.

This is the sword of kingship, fashioned from the demigod's divinity and flesh.

Anion's eyes scanned the space. Outside, there were uninvited guests who came to visit the newborn kingdom.

However, this kingdom of God is still in the main world. According to the laws of this world, the gods cannot descend directly. As long as they are not the incarnation of the gods, then everything doesn't matter.

In the next moment, in the outer space where the Kingdom of God exists. There was an explosion violently.

Various energies swept through the entire void.

In the void, countless figures appear or disappear.

Every time it flashes, Anion will appear once, and in the void, a firework will definitely explode.

The fireworks continued to explode, and the time gradually passed.

Finally, the void calmed down.

Anion appeared in the kingdom again. The golden armor on his body also had many scars, but he was holding a ball of light in his hand.

In the ball of light, there are thousands of souls, these souls all carry a mysterious and mysterious aura, but at this moment, they can only scream and wail in unison.

Anion sneered, and with a wave of his hand, these souls automatically stuck to the wall, and then froze instantly.

What freezes is their painful wail.

The next moment, this kingdom that had not been lifted up to the sky returned to being busy.

The elven petitioner continued to work, and so did Anion.

"My lord, my lord, kill all human beings." A call from nowhere filled the hall.

Anion remained unmoved, and continued to weave, erasing every sound of calling.

Pure and clear, as deep as the breath of the sea. Gradually emerge.

Misty Plane. Viscount Sarante

It's a very busy city now

Under the sun, within ten miles around at this time, the fog has dissipated, revealing the forests, lakes, and plains that were originally covered in fog.

The migration was still going on, and from the city wall, one could see another group of leaders who were being chased down below.

They were all being driven by the cavalry, and they looked alarmed, but they couldn't help looking at the fields as they passed.

In the area where the fog has cleared, a large field has been reclaimed, but it has already been harvested, and a large number of assimilated farmers are working diligently.

In February, plow, harrow, fertilize, plant trees, build fences, and prepare for spring sowing.

Now is the time for spring wheat planting, so naturally there is no time to waste it.

"Unfortunately, if it wasn't for the massacre and another fire, we would be able to get the city of Bootlei now." On the city wall, the person who spoke was Haboba. Now he is no longer Baron Salant, but Viscount Salant.

"The crimes committed by the evil gods will be settled one day." Bishop Kan Rongpa said calmly: "Besides, only when the wildfire burns out the old forests can new forests grow."

"From now on, this territory will not be called Butley Territory, but the Viscount Sarante Territory."

Haboba nodded with a smile.

Four months ago, after Goddess Hefelan was eaten by a giant dragon, Bishop Tekas and Earl Hangel, who were about to occupy the city of Buterai, turned pale with fright.

The army quickly retreated to Hangel. However, before he left, he looted tens of thousands of people in the city and set them on fire.

The fire burned for ten days, and the 600-year-old city of Buterai was reduced to ashes.

And, soon the news came that tens of thousands of people were sacrificed in blood at the altar of Xifeilan at the same time. It is said that the goddess divinity, which was originally weak and imperceptible, was showing signs of recovery by relying on the altar and the blood sacrifice.

Even so, no one came to the original Butley collar for a while.

At this time, Haboba calmly dispatched troops.

Although the main city was destroyed, the various villages scattered in the territory still exist. In the past four months, they have been busy conquering the remaining villages in the territory until now.

"However, this is also the last batch." Haboba said with emotion: "The cavalry has swept around, and there are basically no other villages except for the homeless."

"There are already 9,000 people. We may have to digest it for a while. The number of pastors is completely insufficient now. We can't rush it." Bishop Kan Rongpa said.

"You're right. This city can only accommodate a population of about 20,000. In fact, I've already considered enfeoffment. Recently, several warriors have shown signs of breaking through to become knights."

"There's no rush for enfeoffment. Let's wait a few years before sending them out to build a village. Besides, according to my revelation, we may not have no chance of revenge."

"Oh. What's going on?"

"The Xifilan evil god was swallowed by the giant dragon sent by our lord. Even if he retained a little bit, his strength was greatly reduced. Now his territory has become fat, and the nearby territories are being ignored."

"As for our territory, the power of the giant dragon has already deterred all directions, and no one dares to make a decision easily."

"We can wait and digest for a while, and we can also send troops in the future. Although it is impossible to swallow the Hangel Territory by ourselves, it is absolutely possible to plunder some people and distribute some land."

Haboba nodded again and again, showing a smile.

Once upon a time, I was just an ordinary mage in the original city, but after the city was destroyed, it was a blessing in disguise, and I became the master of this vast territory!

Although this vast territory is now blank, there are gods and giant dragons, and no one dares to offend.

Then the next thing is simple, as long as the population is multiplied enough, the vassals can be sent one by one to build villages, covering the entire area.

Just then, the bell rang

With the sound of the bell, except for the newly migrated farmers, except for some necessary positions, everyone put down their work and swarmed into their respective temples.

There are still five temples, and nine thousand people are crowded, which is too crowded. Many people just kneel on the square outside the temple.

The people on the city bowed their heads in prayer even though they did not go down.

Bishop Kanrongpa also prayed, and after a while, he opened his eyes, and saw five temples with white light shining out, and the number was much stronger than before.

However, Bishop Kanrongpa also clearly felt that the originally coordinated beliefs are now confused with many impurities.

This situation is normal. It is impossible for the new believers who migrated to have pure faith immediately.

However, this is the pastor's responsibility.

"The current situation is not very good, it's too messy." After Haboba finished praying, he frowned and looked down: "Every prayer is very chaotic, and the five new temples have been built. Where is the master?"

After a pause, he said again: "Now the newly relocated people, according to your wishes, I will send them to work, in exchange for food, we can continue to build, if there are 10,000 people, we need 50 small temples! "

"Master Viscount, you can continue to build the temple, but to open the temple, you must have devout and certain believers. Now the belief is not qualified." Bishop Kan Rongpa showed a wry smile: "Recently, ten priests have become first-level priests. , can barely meet the current needs of the temple, but the church can only take care of about 3,000 people."

"Master Viscount, that's why I say, don't be in a hurry now. It will take time to build all the temples, expand the clergy, pure faith, as well as your cultivation of farmland, construction of workshops, training of troops, etc." Bishop Kanrongpa said .

Haboba nodded helplessly, and said, "Actually, I still want to build a mage tower, but I was just an ordinary mage back then, and I didn't have the opportunity to get in touch with such mysteries."

"If you explore it by yourself, it may take another few hundred years."

"The territory is strong, and we may be able to obtain it through trade or plunder." Bishop Kanrongpa couldn't help him with this, he said.

"That's all I can think of."

"By the way, Lord Viscount, should you get married? Although you have a daughter, as a lord, you may need more children to prosper for a long time." Bishop Kanrongpa said.

Speaking of this question, Haboba smiled wryly, and he did not speak for a long time. (!)