All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

Space doors appeared silently.

Twenty thousand God Blessed Star Soldiers armed with [Small Barrier Clothes] magical powers passed through the space gate one after another.

Under the rolling fog.

This is the edge of an endless black desert.

Far away.

A small group of orcs can be seen gathering at the base of a huge sand dune.

A large number of orc cavalry surrounded an underground cave made of rocks.

They were covered in worn-out armor, and their bulging muscles highlighted the strength of the orcs.

The cave entrance is huge.

Almost half of it is buried under the black sand, so it’s really hard to spot if you don’t look carefully.

"Lord Lord."

"There are about 30,000 orc tribes gathered below."

"The average level of the orc warriors is in the foundation building stage of level 50."

"There are 40 orc priests at the level 60 Golden Core stage, and an orc king at the level 89 Nascent Soul stage."

The nine-day interviewer was reporting.

Lu Yun pondered slightly.

The main plane where the Tiangong territory is located is a fairy plane.

Could it be that there is a western fantasy race on the other side of the continent?

Not too entangled in this issue.

Lu Yun waved his hand gently, and the 20,000 God Blessed Star Soldiers behind him slowly landed.

Closer to the desert.

Lu Yun activated his [luck luck] magical power and directly passed through the gray fog that blocked his sight.

Take a closer look at the orc tribe below.

The orc camp fully considers the surrounding terrain and adopts a low building form.

The orcs buried parts of the building underground to reduce the continuous health damage caused by the building being exposed to the fog.

From time to time there were a few little orcs with horns running back and forth.

The old orc had bags under his eyes.

He weakly shouted to the little orc to stop being naughty.

Their faces all bear obvious beastly features, such as sharp fangs, pointed ears, protruding jaws and eye sockets.

The old orc's eyes were red, and he exuded a ferocious and wild aura.

"They are the natives of the plane."

"It's not a monster in the national era."

Jiutian Interviewer hesitated before speaking.

Not a monster.

It means there is a possibility of communication.

"Go and communicate with their tribal leader."

"Let our Territorians mine nearby."

Lu Yun ordered.

As the exploration scope of the Tiangong territory gradually increases, it is normal to meet the natives of the plane.

It's conquest.

Or destruction.

It all depends on Lu Yun’s thoughts.

But let’s just talk about leveling up.

There are actually quite a few monster strongholds wandering nearby, but this is the first time the intelligent aborigines have encountered them.

certainly.

Put the basic development board of the main plane.

Before cleaning up.

Lu Yun does not intend to directly start a plane war and go to the plane of the undead and Changle plane to level up.

"More than 30,000 cheap labor."

"Hopefully they know something."

besides.

Lu Yun was very curious.

Do these orcs still worship gods?

The Jiutian interview envoy accepted the order with his hands, and then turned into a golden and green rainbow and descended.

Ten thousand God Blessed Star Soldiers stood in the air and slowly manifested themselves.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"A god appears in the sky!"

The young orc heard the sonic boom next to his ears and subconsciously looked up.

Then he ran back excitedly and talked to the old orcs around him.

"Nonsense, this world is already dead."

"How can there be gods?"

However.

next moment.

"How come there are the descendants of the gods appearing?"

Dozens of old orc priests below looked at the God Blessed Star Soldiers lined up in the sky in shock.

Images of tens of thousands of gods and men riding on celestial horses.

The impact it brought to these ignorant orcs below was unimaginable.

The overwhelming pressure of the heavenly troops cannot fool the orcs.

Thousands of orc cavalry panicked, pacing back and forth on sandworms at a loss.

"Quiet, everyone."

The orc leader wearing a skull crown appears.

The orc leader was unusually tall, with tattoos on his naked upper body, and long fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Dozens of orc guards struggled to maintain order in the orc tribe.

"King, they are gods."

“God is incomparable.”

The old orc priest held up a bone staff tremblingly and admonished.

"god?"

The expression on the face of the orc king Batulu was dim and uncertain.

The gods of their western continent.

He had long since died resisting the influx of mist from the crystal wall of the plane.

In the distant eastern continent, the elders and heads of various immortal sects also stood up and turned their heads.

Where are the gods in the world?

"But the pressure of the gods cannot be faked."

"what is this."

Beastman King Batulu looked at the sky in confusion.

The realm of the ten thousand God Blessed Star Soldiers is only in the foundation building stage.

Balut's orc tribe gathers.

Not without the strength to fight.

However, the overwhelming divine power made him hesitate, and he did not dare to take the lead in starting the battle.

The relatives of the gods all have the attention of the true god.

How dare the surviving orc tribe dare to offend the true god's dependent race.

at this time.

A golden rainbow fell.

The sky is filled with rays of light, and bursts of fairy sounds are heard.

"god."

"The real god has appeared!"

The unique pressure of advanced life forms.

The orc warriors and orc cavalry who had previously barely maintained their battle formation completely lost their fighting spirit.

"Which god are you?"

Batulu suppressed the fear in his heart, stepped forward and asked.

at the same time.

He made a few cryptic gestures secretly.

Dozens of orc high priests stood together behind them, holding bone staffs in their hands.

Always ready to deliver a fatal blow.

If it is an evil god whose name he has never heard of, the orc tribe will not mind resisting to the end.

The noble orc warrior will never be a slave!

"I am the interviewer of the Nine Heavens."

A vast fairy sound emerged from the heart of every orc.

thump.

next moment.

The orc king Baturus knelt down on the ground smoothly.

"leader!"

The dozens of orc high priests behind him have not yet reacted.

The surrounding orc warriors and orc cavalry knelt down one by one.

"Respect the noble gods, Your Majesty."

"I am the leader of the tribe from the wasteland, Batulu."

While talking.

Batulu kowtowed until his forehead was covered with blood.

"I beg the great gods to take in our orcs."

"I am willing to dedicate my humble and ugly life."

"I beg the great gods to take in the orc people of the wasteland tribe."

While talking.

Batulu really took out a bone knife and prepared to stab himself in the heart.

He planned to use himself as a sacrifice.

Using the oldest orc etiquette on the grassland, I hope to be accepted by the true god in exchange.

Because the wasteland tribe will soon be unable to support itself.

Lack of food.

Lack of water.

They, the aborigines, cannot fight monsters and use equipment in a world full of fog monsters.

The wilderness tribe is difficult!

Now a real god appears before them.

Batulu must cherish this opportunity.

The most painful thing in the world is this.

If you have to add a time limit to the time the gods take in the orc tribe.

Baturu hopes it will be ten thousand years.

The nine-day interview made Wei Wei frown.

A ray of light swept across the bone knife in Batulu's hand and threw it aside.

【Psychic Induction】Tell Him with authority.

at this time.

"For the sake of the tribe, I beg the true God for mercy."

There is only one sincere and sincere voice in Batulu's heart.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with their tribe?"

The Jiutian interview envoy did not respond, but turned around and saluted respectfully.

Batulu, who fell to his knees, was suddenly shocked.

His Majesty?

Could it be that there is a god above the true god in front of me?

King of the gods?

"Everyone get up first."

A warm voice spread around the orc camp.

Thirty thousand orcs raised their heads carefully, they wanted to see what the King of the Gods looked like.

Batulu is no exception.

The cold sun is about to sink below the horizon.

The surroundings were suddenly filled with dazzling light.

The sky in the distance seemed to become brighter, as if the whole world was illuminated.

He saw.

A handsome young man with an oriental face, wearing a golden robe and a crown.

Slowly walked out from above the misty sky.

"Expensive...indescribably expensive."

Several orc priests who had some rough knowledge of fortune-seeking methods opened their mouths.

Each one of them shed tears of blood, kowtowed crazily and begged the gods for forgiveness.