Spellcasting Heavens

What, are those survivors still struggling in vain?

Sitting on the seat in the central spire hall of the Magic Fortress, the boy held his chin and admired the planet he destroyed with his own hands through the images transmitted from various places, without raising his head.

After receiving the secret about his life experience from the Prophet, not only did he not show any abnormality, but he continued to return to the expeditionary force to fulfill his responsibilities and obligations.

With the defeat of the thirteen kings, the world has lost its last means of defense. Whether it is the spreading curse of infection or the fury of the Darent people, it is enough to completely destroy the remaining life. .

At the same time, various large-scale magic puppets were also created one after another for predatory mining of precious and important resources.

In particular, mineral deposits that are non-renewable and buried deep underground are simply processed and then continuously sent back to the home planet for further in-depth processing.

When the plundering and mining assembly lines were in full swing, the boy could even hear the world's cries of grief.

There is no doubt that this is the revenge of the typical Darent people, and it is the price that must be paid for the destruction of the last expeditionary force in this world.

Yes, Your Excellency, Commander. Those remaining guys hid behind a canyon fortress, thinking they could survive the catastrophe with the help of natural dangers. A cruel and cunning smile appeared on the face of the leader of the shapeshifters standing aside.

You don't need to ask to know that his men must have infiltrated long ago and can cause panic and chaos at any time, or even open the city gate and let in a few guys infected with the curse.

But the boy obviously had no intention of doing this. Instead, he asked with great interest: How many people do they have left?

About 500,000 to 600,000. A small number of them are children, but there are no elderly people. The leader of the shapeshifters gave a relatively accurate number without thinking.

In that case, let them survive. Send out spellcasters to build several walls with a height of more than fifty meters for them, and then preach that this is salvation from the gods. The boy ordered casually.

You mean... to trap them? Let them think we are gods! A strange light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the shapeshifters, and he instantly realized the purpose of doing so.

There is no doubt that as a planet that has been almost completely destroyed by the infectious curse, most of the land cannot be planted or cultivated. Only the canyon can barely support a part of the population.

This means that due to the limitations of food, water and other resources, the survivors have lost the basis for developing civilization again and can only hide behind the wall to survive. Even if the population recovers to a certain level in the future, they can only use the excess The population was sent out to die to ensure that internal conflicts would not lead to a breakdown of order.

That's right!

They will be kept in captivity like domestic animals such as cattle and sheep, and will become toys for the Darent people's entertainment in the future.

In the eyes of the leader of the shapeshifters, he, the commander, not only wants to conquer the world physically, but also conquers the world spiritually.

Cold!

Unfeeling!

cruel!

He really couldn't figure out why a teenager would have such vicious thoughts.

Not seeing the few Darent people around who were always known for their cruelty and cunning, they couldn't help but show horrified expressions.

The boy obviously saw through the minds of these people in the hall, and nodded with a half-smile: That's right! From today on, we are their gods, their devils, their beliefs, and the objects of their fear and despair. Control! I will make the Expedition the masters of their destiny.

Understood! I'll do it right away. The leader of the shapeshifters saluted and immediately turned around and left without saying a word.

He understood that he could no longer ask any more questions, otherwise God knows what would be waiting for him next.

Not long after he walked out of the door, a Darent woman in charge of communication quickly walked in from the side door of the minaret and reported in a slightly nervous voice: Your Excellency, Commander, I just received a message.

Oh? Are they from the home planet? The boy turned around and glanced.

No! It comes from another isolated world, and it is also one of the first worlds we conquered. As she spoke, the woman held up a stone tablet with information recorded in her hands.

Another isolated world? They don't use precious resources to communicate with their home planet, but they still have the heart to send me messages... The boy murmured to himself with a strange face, while taking the slate and reading it. information stored in it.

The moment his fingers came into contact with the stone slab, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his originally casual expression instantly became serious.

After a full minute, he asked: Who else has seen this information? Who else knows?

Besides me, you are the first. The Dalent woman responded quickly.

Although it was impossible for her to know what happened twelve years ago due to her level and status, she also knew that this incident was absolutely unusual.

Very good! As a reward, you get to die!

The words just fell!

The boy directly released a terrifying amount of magical energy, squeezing the Dalent woman in front of him into a living meat pie, and at the same time, the stone slab in his hand was crushed to pieces.

The sudden change not only made the dead woman's eyes shine with disbelief, but also the surrounding guards who were on guard were nervous and showed alert expressions.

But the boy was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to them. He stood up from the chair and shouted loudly: Go and notify the caster army immediately to prepare for ultra-long-distance teleportation. Within three days, open a portal to World No. 2 for me. .”

Wha... what? World No. 2? A male spellcaster opened his mouth subconsciously.

You must know that as one of the first conquered places, World No. 2 no longer has many valuable resources, so the level of teleportation recovery is ranked quite low.

He simply couldn't understand why such an extremely barren world was worth wasting a lot of resources and energy on cleaning up those difficult energy storms.

Do as I command! Don't ask why!

With that said, the boy walked down the steps and stood in front of the other party, releasing a strong sense of oppression that could not be described in words.

At this moment, in the eyes of the male spell caster, he was like an invincible giant, so heavy that he couldn't breathe at all.

I...I understand!

As he squeezed these words out of his mouth, he suddenly felt that the suffocating pressure disappeared...

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