All Gods: Lords Conquest Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Players' troubles, the spirit of creation

 As the supreme ruler of the empire, every move will have a huge impact, let alone something as big as resignation.

 There were no surprises. Even though it had been warmed up in advance, the resignation of the consul still caused a huge wave within the empire.

After all, the people of the empire can be said to have grown up listening to the stories of the "patriarch". From the small Red River tribe to the super empire that now occupies the Eastern Continent, the "patriarch" plays an irreplaceable role.

So there is no problem for Su Xingyu to call him a "legendary figure" within the empire.

Now that such a legendary figure is resigning, it is normal for the people of the empire to be affected. If there is no **** above, some people may even wonder if someone is going to persecute the "patriarch".

Of course, regardless of the empire's response, Su Xingyu's goal of resigning has been achieved.

 The position of consul was vacant, and naturally someone had to take over and take the position of the supreme ruler of the empire.

 An empire cannot be left without an owner for a day.

 In a huge empire, even if the whole country is not completely in sync, it should at least be unified in the general direction.

 The larger the power, the more taboo it is to be hesitant and vacillating.

 After a complicated procedure, Su Xingyu resigned from the position of consul and handed over two items that symbolized status and power, the crown and the scepter, to Yesan.

　Now the entire Eastern Continent is full of people from the empire.

 Whether it is in terms of ability or other aspects, Yesan is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

More than a dozen veterans, casually recruited hundreds of servants, and then loaned to buy a batch of equipment, hit several indigenous tribes, divided the territory, and changed their body to change from citizens to nobles.

 So for the empire, the impact of this increase in aura concentration is all good.

 After all, given the empire's strength, just because the road is wrong doesn't mean it's unworkable.

 This is an improvement that is far more outrageous than the blessings of the world.

 The first and biggest impact is the increasing concentration of spiritual energy.

  Ordinary imperial warriors have at least reached the mid-level transcendent level, and are well-equipped with gold-level suits per capita. This can be regarded as super elite among other indigenous forces.

To put it bluntly, it is better to go the wrong way than to swing left and right.

 The army of the empire only protects the subjects of the empire.

 After the plane is promoted to the intermediate realm.

 Swaying from side to side is entirely internal consumption.

 As for those outside the empire, it has nothing to do with them.

 Just like growing radishes, sometimes a dozen people can occupy a large territory.

 There is no way, the strength is too strong.

 After all, people always have to look forward. Looking back to the past cannot change the present.

 Cultivation has become easier.

 Besides, the patriarch just resigned, not dead.

Su Xingyu's resignation, although it had a big impact within the empire, was gradually smoothed over as time went by.

Ever since the Yongye Empire was still a tribe, Ye San has followed him and assisted him in handling government affairs.

 According to the empire's speculation, this spiritual energy improvement will last for about a year.

All the tribesmen who felt this impact remembered that it was the same situation decades ago, when the concentration of spiritual energy in the world began to increase crazily.

 Under the leadership of Yesan, the empire is no different from before, because before this, he was actually handling the imperial affairs and leading the empire forward.

 Beside the Spirit Gathering Tree in the center of the city, spiritual energy rain has begun to fall. It is estimated that a spiritual energy pool will be formed in a while.

After all, with the quality of the people of the empire today, attacking the native tribes of these planes is just a matter of crushing them. It shouldn't be too simple.

 The empire's population is growing crazily, so they must continue to expand.

 Besides him, Su Xingyu really couldn't find any other better candidate.

Even if the elites of the empire are changing, the ordinary imperial army can still sweep the world.

If you encounter a tribe that you cannot defeat, just call the empire for support and send regular troops over.

It's all about improving spiritual energy. What's different from a few decades ago is that this time the empire has been completely stabilized.

 Internally, it is stable development, and externally, it is conquest and expansion.

 There are no security risks in the territory under their control.

 After the upgrade, the average spiritual energy concentration in this plane will reach 5.5 to 6.5 times of the previous level. As for the black soil plain, it will be 10 times higher.

 They don't want to stop, and they can't stop.

"Come on, the future of the empire depends on you." Su Xingyu patted Ye San on the shoulder and said with a smile, then turned and walked into the temple.

“…” Looking at his leaving figure, Ye San remained silent for a long time.

 Having ability, prestige, and connections.

Eternal Night Empire is like a greedy giant beast that can never have enough to eat and needs to keep devouring things.

 For the second consul, Su Xingyu already had a candidate, and that was his adjutant, Ye San.

 Competitor?

 There is no opponent anymore.

 At least on the Eastern Continent, the Evernight Empire could no longer find an opponent with whom it could fight.

 Players throughout the medium realm.

 After experiencing the initial sense of novelty, they all entered a state of stable development and began to farm in their own planes.

Some players with insufficient strength gather in a group in an area. They cooperate with each other, learn from each other's strengths and offset their weaknesses, and improve their own strength.

  Players who are relatively strong will occupy an area by themselves, develop alone, and begin to prepare for their own path to demigods.

no way.

 Sixth level legions can be accumulated over time.

They also have several sixth-level legions more or less on hand, and as time goes by, there will be more and more sixth-level legions in their power, and they may even achieve the achievement of the entire sixth-level army.

But the seventh-level legion is completely different. Without the conditions of the Evernight Empire, if you want to give birth to a seventh-level legion, you cannot just rely on time accumulation, but also need a bit of luck.

In other words, even if resources are sufficient, their tribe will fall into a bottleneck period in the near future.

 Their foundation will become thicker and thicker, but the level of strength will not change much.

 So, they unconsciously transferred the promotion object to themselves.

 They began to improve the strength of the gods themselves, striving to enter the realm of demigods as soon as possible.

 As for their respective dependent tribes, it is still up to them to develop and expand.

It should be mentioned here that the closure of shops has had a considerable impact on many players.

 In the elementary realm, many players' power development was somewhat deformed. They were more focused on fighting, and their independent production capabilities were slightly lacking. Let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about the most basic food.

 Players who are wildly expanding their territories and experiencing a rapid population expansion cannot be self-sufficient at all.

Even Su Xingyu's Yongye Empire is not completely self-sufficient. The self-sufficiency rate in food is only about 50%.

 It should have been more, but part of his land was placed on those plane fragments, and when he sold it, he sold it all together.

 This has resulted in a considerable reduction in production.

 The fact that we are still able to achieve a 50% self-sufficiency rate has a lot to do with Su Xingyu himself forcing the empire to farm. Otherwise, why would farming be so profitable if mining were so profitable?

 In the past, like those players who were short of food, he also exchanged crystals for basic materials such as food.

However, what is different from other players who are short of food is that in addition to food, Su Xingyu can also fill the empire's food gap by using spiritual materials and refining special potions.

 Using medicine as food is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious act, but it can also be a life-saving means at critical times.

 The disappearance of the system store has instantly put many players into a rather embarrassing situation.

They had thought that after being promoted to the intermediate realm, they would be cut off from information in the elementary realm, but they did not expect that the shop would close.

 If there is insufficient food, the population cannot grow rapidly. If the population does not grow, the expansion of the clan's power will slow down, which will cause a series of impacts.

 So the first thing many players do when they come to the medium realm is not to explore changes in the environment, but to go to the City of the Gods to find grain traders.

 At this time, the benefits of organization are reflected.

Members of the Bloody Dawn can be collected by their "little brothers" in the elementary realm, and they can be traded in the City of Gods every once in a while.

Others have a lot of trouble. Sometimes they have no choice but to buy second-hand grain at high prices.

 Although they all have their own small problems, overall, everyone has entered a magical stage.

 Weak players have entered the explosive growth stage, relying on the terrifying concentration of spiritual energy to increase the strength of the clan warriors and fully enter the era of mid-level extraordinary.

 Slightly stronger players will enter the extreme stage and convert their accumulation into combat power. First, they must build a few sixth-level legions to reach the limit of the family members.

As for the stronger players, they have entered the transformation stage. While trying to create a seventh-level legion, they are working hard to practice, condense their divinity, and strive to become demigods as soon as possible.

 It is foreseeable that the medium realm will remain in this state for a long time to come.

 Until the player has the strength to step into the void.

 The minimum requirement for setting foot in the void is—

Demi god.

 This plane.

 Far far away from the Evernight Empire.

 The endless sea, the isolated island on the sea.

 The island's terrain is complex and diverse, with steep peaks, deep canyons, winding rivers and vast sandy beaches. The vegetation here is lush, with lush green forests and towering trees reaching into the sky. It is completely unaffected by civilization and reveals the primitive wilderness atmosphere everywhere.

 Even in such a wild place far away from the world, there are still human beings living.

 On the outskirts of the island, there is a small tribe of only a few hundred people, who are struggling to survive here.

The tribe is extremely simple. The outer walls are made of wood and are covered with thorns and thorns. There are also two "watchtowers" on which tribesmen are patrolling at all times.

 After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the tribesmen who went out to hunt came back.

 They are tall and burly, with well-defined muscles, and look extremely strong.

They are generally two meters tall, wearing animal skin clothes, with various paints on their faces, holding various iron and wood mixed weapons, carrying simply processed prey on their bodies, and rushing toward them with a fierce aura.

There are only seventeen hunting members in the entire tribe. They are generally young and middle-aged people in the tribe, and they are all the bravest tribesmen in the tribe.

 According to the classification of extraordinary levels in other places, most of their members have reached the intermediate level, and a few young people are slightly worse, only the third level.

 As for the strongest middle-aged man, he has reached the sixth level.

“Uncle Fangs, you are finally back, it's almost dark.” Inside the tribe, a sharp-eyed young man spotted them and immediately went to greet them, his face full of excitement.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with a ring of unknown animal teeth hanging around his neck quickly stepped forward, touched the young man's head, and laughed and said: "Yes, I'm back. I hunted a **** tiger today. I'll wait for you later." Take care of it, drink tiger meat soup tonight, and give you tiger blood for bodybuilding tomorrow."

"Okay! I want to become as powerful as Brother Shitou, and when the time comes, I will go out hunting ferocious beasts with everyone..." The young man heard this and shouted happily.

"Haha... Then you have to work hard. Your brother Shitou persisted for a full sunset." A young man in the hunting team said with a smile.

"Okay, Xiaohu, don't stop your Uncle Fang and the others. They are already very tired after being out for a day. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later. Let them in first." A middle-aged woman rushed over and brought them in. The young man pulled aside.

Handing the prey to the women in the tribe, the hunting team quickly dispersed. Those who tended to their wounds tended to their wounds, and those who still had energy went back to their houses to rest. Those who still had energy ran to exercise.

 The leader of the hunting team, the strongest man in the tribe, a middle-aged man named Tuya, did not rest or exercise, but came to a house in the center of the tribe.

 Bang bang…

Knocked lightly on the wooden door, carefully controlling the force for fear of accidentally breaking the wooden door.

 “Who?” came an old voice from inside.

 “I am the one offering sacrifices, sir.”

 “Fang, come in.”

Fangs opened the door and walked in. As soon as he stepped in, there was a strong scent of medicine.

I saw medicine bottles and stone bowls placed everywhere in the room. A gray-haired, slightly old man was concentrating on blending herbs. Although his hands were covered with wrinkles from the years, they were still steady, strong and skillful in their movements. Revealing his superb skills.

Seeing Fangs walking in, the old man just raised his head for a glance, then ignored him and continued to focus on tinkering with the herbs.

 Close the door, Fangs did not rush, and stood quietly aside, watching the old man making the ointment.

About half an hour later, the old man finished it. He looked up at Tusk: "The hunting didn't go well today?"

The old man is the priest of this tribe and the tribe's medicine man. He is also the eldest tribesman in the tribe and one of the few wise men.

“Well, those ferocious beasts are getting stronger and stronger, and four more tribesmen were injured in the hunting team today.”

Fang nodded, "The competition in the core area is getting more and more intense, and many big ferocious beasts have moved to the periphery. If this continues, let alone hunting ferocious beasts, I'm afraid the survival of the tribe will be affected. Master Sacrifice, what we should do I have made a decision, either leave here or..."

“Do you want to believe in that unknown god?” The priest looked at the man seriously and asked.

"Um."

Fangs hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "We have no choice but to leave here. What will happen to the ordinary tribesmen? Even if we are lucky enough to escape alive, where should we go?"

 Six months ago, a mysterious being contacted them and wanted them to offer their loyalty and faith, and he would give the tribe divine gifts so that they could survive, develop, and grow stronger.

That mysterious being calls himself—

  Creation.

"well…"

The priest sighed, "I am already old. The future of the tribe belongs to you young people. You can decide for yourself."

 (End of this chapter)

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