The Gods and Families of the World Are All Slimes

The Principality of Yansheng is located in the southwest corner of Tianlan Continent, which was originally the place of belief of the Falcon Gods.

Decades ago, the Falcon pantheon suddenly disappeared without a trace, and this place became a land of no one.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in Tianlan Continent. New gods often appear, and every few decades, new gods will suddenly disappear.

It won't be long before the gods of other countries will come to take over this piece of land.

Xia Quan, who has read history books since he was a child, is well aware of this situation.

Although the Principality of Yansheng is only a principality, it has complete territorial authority.

Since the Tianlan Empire was destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, this continent has been divided into dozens of principalities, large and small.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and except for some changes in the distribution of land, the composition of the country has not changed at all.

Xia Quan felt that it was because the frequent battles of the gods had already dampened everyone's desire for war.

And because of the existence of the high gods, the rulers of the principality did not have a strong desire for power.

In fact, they are also very clear that no matter how much secular power they have, they are still just ants in front of the gods.

Kingship and wealth are just floating clouds, it is better to enjoy life in peace and stability.

Xia Quan sincerely hoped that the blank period before the gods intervened in the Principality of Yansheng could be longer, so that the people could enjoy more freedom.

Once the gods intervene, it means that a terrible battle is coming.

Means death and destruction.

Many people think that this continent is simply a playground for the gods, and there are some good troubadours who wrote an article "The Age of the Gods" and spread it around.

It's a pity that it was quickly burned as fallacy and heresy.

However, the rumor persisted.

Let the gods return to the gods, and let the mortals return to the mortals.

This slogan spread more and more widely.

Xia Quan remained silent all the time, he knew very well that the protests of mortals like them were worthless in the face of the mighty power of the gods.

This is just grandstanding by some idiots who are stupid in reading.

At this moment, a hymn suddenly came from the sky.

The low, slow rhythm seems to be a call from ancient times, and it seems that millions of people are singing in a low voice in a certain corner.

The cloud layer was a boundless chaotic white mist, and then quickly materialized, transforming into countless magnificent palaces, towering high in the sky.

A huge divine emblem flew from the sky to the ground, scattered countless rays of light, and cast them into everyone's minds.

"Slime pantheon? Is this the name of the new pantheon?"

Slime?

Xia Quan couldn't restrain the appearance of those weak monsters that often appeared in the wild outside the city, and the servants at home used to like to pick them up and feed them to pigs and beasts.

This god system doesn't seem to be very strong!

But Xia Quan just smiled.

It's better to be weaker, and the sooner they are out, the better they, mortals, can return to normal life sooner.

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The area of ​​Yansheng Principality is not small, with 63 super cities and 30 million citizens.

Among the many countries in Tianlan Continent, it belongs to the upper middle level.

Speaking of the principality, the lineage of the duke has long since perished, and now it is jointly governed by the noble council.

This is also the status quo common to most countries in the entire continent.

Members of the noble council have always been the most powerful people in the country.

Especially in these decades, there are no gods high above their heads, they are the heavens of this country.

But not long after the good times, a brand new god system finally appeared to take over the Principality of Yansheng.

Eleven powerful gods were suddenly added to their heads.

"Slime pantheon, master of slime, god of war with swords, god of holy light, red blood dragon god, blazing phoenix god, ruler of the goat clan..."

The 80-year-old speaker Morris recited the name of God over and over again.

Starting today, these great beings will control their lives.

All the councilors looked nervous and looked at the speaker.

"The oracle asked us to build a holy city within three days, waiting for the arrival of the divine envoy, and also asked us to choose a group of literate people and let them gather in the holy city.

All these things must be completed within three days, if you still want to keep your lives!

Don't take chances, the power and ruthlessness of the gods are beyond your imagination. "

The old speaker, Morris, has personally experienced the era of the Falcon pantheon, and he is well aware of the style of these gods.

In the eyes of these gods, the lives of mortals like them are not as good as ants.

"Do you want to be so nervous? Lord Morris? Isn't it just some puppets floating in the sky?

It's fine to send them away with some offerings. Gods are dogs, and money is food.

As long as the food supply is sufficient, are you afraid that they will have any opinions? "

It was Dai Xi, a relatively frivolous young nobleman who spoke.

He only inherited the position of MP last month, and the position belonged to his father, old Daisy.

Poor old Daisy died of a heart burst from overexcitement during a pleasant after-dinner exercise.

After the inspection, it was found that he had taken too much medicine to replenish vitality.

"Daisy, don't talk nonsense! The greatness of the gods is beyond your imagination!"

The old Speaker Morris reprimanded him with a straight face.

"That's right, isn't it the slime... the gods!"

When he said this, his tone was full of malice.

"Bastard! Daisy, you little bastard, be honest with me! Don't think that if you kill your idiot, you will be able to sit on an equal footing with us!"

An exceptionally strong old man in military uniform slammed the table and stood up.

He has a good relationship with the dead old Daisy, because of the strange death of the old Daisy, he has always disliked Daisy.

During this period of time, the conflict between the two people has not stopped.

"Follow your orders, Uncle Dennis. It's my nephew who spoke carelessly, and I'm here to apologize to you!

Well, you can do whatever you want, and I have absolutely no objection.

Dear uncles, I am not feeling well, so I am leaving early? "

While talking, he picked up his hat and was about to leave.

At this moment, all the old people present looked at each other and gave each other a look.

A knife light lit up, and a flying knife accurately passed through Daisy's throat.

Blood dripped on the ground, and Daisy looked at the owner of the throwing knife in disbelief, the 80-year-old speaker Morris.

He couldn't imagine that this old man who seemed to be close to death would have such strength.

The old Speaker Morris took out a handkerchief, frowned, and wiped his palms repeatedly,

It's like there are stains on the palm of your hand that you can't wipe off.

Everyone sat there quietly, not saying a word.

Finally the old speaker gave up his efforts and threw away the handkerchief in his hand.

"Bury little Daisy, I actually like this kid quite a bit, but it's a pity that he's not very smart.

By the way, tell me to go on, don't let him go too alone. "

How could such an ignorant young man know the horror of the gods?

In order not to be killed by such stupid teammates, he had to act first.

Morris stretched his limbs, contrary to his old age, he looked extraordinarily young.

Being ruled by the gods is certainly a bad thing, but there are also good sides.

For example——

Long life, and, strength!

There was a longing gleam in Morris' eyes.

He had finally lived to wait for this moment.