All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

Fushan Yuancheng.

A scene that was completely opposite to the calm situation on the water appeared near Yuancheng.

Invisible inner fire burns under the water.

All the abyssal sea spirits living in Fushan Abyss City have particularly explosive tempers.

The social operation of Abyss City follows the ancient caste system, resulting in a strong sense of separation between the upper and lower classes of the Abyss Sea Spirit ethnic group.

The upper caste [Esalan] serves as the priest, and the middle caste [Akelan] serves as the warrior.

The lowest [Namati] is only qualified to do chores, cannon fodder, and even be treated as a spiritual animal.

The relationship between the three of them is like that of master and slave.

The core inner city of Fushan Yuancheng.

"What you mean is that."

"A giant spiritual body ranch appears on the sea? A pure spiritual body that is not contaminated with other abyssal auras?"

The king of the abyssal sea spirit, Fu Zuo repeatedly asked the returning priests in disbelief.

Located in an abyss level world.

It's not that there aren't other spiritual bodies from the abyss world that have strayed into the Sea Spirit Abyss, but every spiritual body is mixed with some different laws of the abyss.

Chew it up.

The taste and taste of these alien spirits are extremely bad.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The lowly Namati has killed another nine million people, and the power of the Namati rebels has once again been effectively suppressed."

"Our children will have more spiritual rations to choose from, as well as more training resources for priests and warriors."

Hai Ling's staff stated the cruel facts one by one.

The Abyss Sea Spirit tribe was trapped in the [Water Spirit] Abyss and could not go out to send troops to invade.

Competition for internal resources is extremely fierce.

On the surface, Yuan City is just unfair and unequal oppression caused by the three major caste systems, but in fact it is an inevitable result of the imbalanced distribution of resources.

"Only take the spiritual pasture above you at all costs."

“Only in this way can the issues of caste oppression and Namati resistance in Fushanyuan City be alleviated.”

"There had to be an external contradiction to divert internal pressure, and now it's here."

Fu Tuo is the second most powerful person in the world of Hai Ling Abyss, besides the hidden Abyss Demon God.

Of course it can't be stupid.

On the contrary, the contradictions in [Fushan Yuancheng] and the fierce conflicts between the three major castes have caused frictions, both large and small, that are clearly visible.

solve?

In a world where resources are scarce, internal contradictions are inevitable and destined to be unsolvable.

There has never been a decent large-scale resistance in Fushan Yuancheng?

It's just that the majestic Abyss Demon God resides in the world and uses his absolute personal power to suppress the unwillingness and shouting of all the weak at the bottom.

"Now that adult is forced to fall into a deep sleep under the influence of the will of the abyss."

"Everything is a sign that the storm is coming and dark clouds are coming over the city."

Fu Tuo sighed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"The annual holy festival is coming soon, we might as well weaken Namati's rebel power again."

Hai Ling's staff member licked his lips and a pool of saliva flowed out.

"It's up to you."

Fu Tuo was silent for a long time, then he dropped a sentence and brought the topic back to Ziweixian City above his head.

The high-caste Hai Ling executives were involved in a heated discussion.

The remaining staff member who made the suggestion slowly retreated.

"Let's go, capture all the Namati in the royal city and kill them all."

"Use their souls who died in despair to fill the mouths and tongues of the noble [Esalan] children."

The cruel words of the staff decided the bleak future of the 30 million namati in the city.

The so-called [Fushan Holy Festival].

In fact, it is a way to reduce the population of Namati and use souls to support the longevity of the upper castes.

Be more informal.

Burn yourself with the life of a lowly mortal who can't live more than 20 years, in exchange for the 800-year life span of a noble man.

Use [Namati] bloody human blood steamed buns to feed the next generation of [Esalan] and [Akailan].

The bottom of the sea sleeps indirectly from the inner fire.

The sky gradually dimmed, and darkness began to slowly erode the solemn and magnificent Hailing Palace.

The palace lantern in the palace has already been lit by a sea spirit named Namati, just like the road in front of the sea spirit of the [Namati] caste is illuminated again.

The black curtain slowly fell.

The joy and indulgence of the high-caste sea spirits are in sharp contrast to the silence and numbness of the huge number of low-caste sea spirits.

Everything is getting ready for the wind to blow.

All that is left is a strong fire to ignite a raging fire that is silent, dry, and numb at the bottom.

…

Three quarters of an hour later.

Wu Song put away his surging energy and blood, performed a simple transformation spell, and sneaked into the Namati Hailing workplace.

Haven't found out the information yet.

I saw.

A large number of Hai Ling warriors and Hai Ling priests appeared in Fushan Yuan City. They acted as if they were aloof and arrested civilian Hai Lings.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."

"The king has given orders."

"Another holy day has come, and all the Namati sea spirits stand still and don't move around."

Just three sentences.

It aroused the fear of tens of millions of Namati sea spirits. They stared with invisible eyes and were helpless.

"The price of a namati is already cheaper than a spiritual animal."

"Poseidon, what did your child do wrong?"

"Namati sea spirits are born blind, and their longest lifespan is only forty years. They are qualitatively different from higher sea spirits."

"Is it true that the world is inherently divided into high and low, and the nobles descend from heaven?!"

Some Namati rebels were struggling to find their way out, their armor smelled of blood and they beat the wall full of resentment.

They have gone through a lot of hardships in exchange for having half the professional talents compared to the upper castes.

The Namati sea spirit is the cannon fodder of the soldiers on the battlefield, the currency that can be discarded, the scoundrel that is ravaged at will, the free gift that cannot compare with the spiritual animals, and the spirit body that the children of noble gentlemen are born with a mouthful of stutters. …

All the rebels felt only the deepest and most powerless despair.

In that dark place where the dazzling palace lanterns cannot shine, there seems to be an undercurrent lurking, ready to choose and devour anyone at any time.

But, is this always right?

Sweat slowly formed on Wu Song's back, but the sadness and coldness in his heart did not stop him.

"My parents, Wu Song, died when I was young, but there is no place for me in this dark and turbid world."

"I, Wu Song, am an upright person. How can I be willing to be treated like a bird here again?"

Wu Song tightened his grip on the stick at his waist and strode forward resolutely.

"Fuck the dark world!"

Afterwards, Wu Song took out the Hunyuan iron rod and struck at the nearest Hai Ling warrior.

Brutal and brutal divine power.

In a moment of destruction, the body of a sea spirit warrior was torn apart, and blood was spread all over the sea.

The bloody mist inspires a deeper fear in the Namati sea spirit.

the other side.

The leader of the Namati rebels had a firm consciousness and stared at Wu Song's transformed Namati sea spirit, as if struck by lightning.

"The noble men said that our Namati sea spirits are the lowest form of currency and spiritual animals."

"But are we really that? We just want to survive in the world, that's all."

"Malazi was tortured by illness and born with disabled eyes. He became a spiritual animal for the nobles in the inner city to eat. All kinds of disasters oppressed us."

"Namati's life is low, and he never fears death in fighting, so why should he be afraid of death!"

“Although we don’t have the ability of a higher caste, we have millions of namati awakening.”

"A single spark can start a prairie fire!"

"We want to live, we just want to live, if we don't even want to do this..."

"Only a fight to the death!"

The leader of the Namati rebels once again raised the long knife in his hand, this time slashing at other abyssal sea spirits.