Everyone creates the world, I, the God of Destruction, am really not a villain

Good guys, give three experience cards directly.

After a little thought, Moren ruled out the [Evil] theocracy.

At present, most of the players' civilization is in its infancy, a seventh-order evil creature, the threat is great, but not enough to deal a devastating blow.

The second excluded theocracy is fear.

The civilized race of one person is the mechanical race, and this race is not afraid of spiritual power.

It would be too biased to leave him alone unaffected.

Rain and dew are fair.

Therefore, Moren chose the theocracy of [pollution].

Immediately afterwards, the game broadcast reported: [Please note that the gray fog is coming, the planet lasts for a hundred years, and the player will stop observing civilization. Please be prepared and start in 180 seconds of countdown...]

The gray fog is coming, the player cannot observe the civilization, and it is all necessary to complete the preparation in three minutes.

Moren entered the chat screen and took a cursory glance.

Each player has their own opinion.

"It's actually gray fog, disaster is still coming, a hundred years should not be a big problem."

"Food production will be greatly reduced, and human civilization players say that it is very painful."

"Depend, my race now believes in the sun, without the sun, my civilization cannot develop religion."

"What are you, my race is orcs, and the stored grain is all air-dried meat."

"Grandma's, the mechanical race and the necromancer are the two most comfortable!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my race can't use solar energy without the sun, and the energy reserve is urgent!"

Player 5 @ Player 50.

"Old Immortal Mo, I'm afraid that in this hundred years, your army of necromancers will kill many civilizations."

"Big guy, give us a little respite, don't be too desperate!"

Fire supply before it starts?

Moren doesn't care, he will shoot.

During this time period, no player will use time acceleration for civilization.

The duration of the gray fog is public, and who would want to let their civilization stay in the gray fog for hundreds or thousands of years?

What will happen in the next hundred years, Moren is not sure.

At this moment, the necromancy flame burned every corner of the mass grave.

Under the influence of the flames, soldiers who have long died will be awakened again.

[A Rank Zero Sixth-Order Warrior has appeared among your disciples!]

Under the witness of Morun, a knight dressed in classical European plate armor rose from the graveyard, and the armor on his body was enchanted and did not have the slightest trace of rust.

The ruby crossed greatsword pierced his chest, and then he drew the sword, and the azure necromancy flame burned in the armor.

Piercing into the ground with his sword in both hands, the knight knelt down on one knee in the direction of Moren and said in the once civilized language of the planet:

"My name is Hank, son of Hanlos..."

It walked up to Hank with its hooves and raised its cow's head, "Moo! Soon

, Hank accepted the dogma.

He said reverently to Bishop the Bullhead: "I will be the invincible blade of the bishop." Then

the bishop of the bullhead barked again at Moren.

Your believers crave your revelation! Supplementing

the large population, Moren looked at the data on the civilization of believers.

[A level 0.6 necromancy belief civilization distorted by you. Race

: Undead. (influenced by theocratic distortions)

Faith Energy Storage: Adequacy. (Your response and gaze generate faith. Population

: 230,0800.

Civilization Faction: Necromancer Faith Flame. (Influenced by the distortion of theocracy, the whispers of gifted foreign gods)

[Necromancer]: Bishop of the Bullhead.

[Necromancer's Strongest Warrior]: Hank, a 6th-order necromancer.

Fundamentalism: Moo....

What kind of faith is this?

The old cow became a big god stick?

You know, in the beginning, this cow walked on four legs and was used as a sacrifice.

Now he has become the leader of the necromancy civilization.

This cow is really inspirational!

[Please note that your civilization needs a goal of faith, otherwise it will decline in faith. What

kind of goal should I give to these "good children"?

Historically, there have been many religious conquests.

The Crusades are an example.

At this moment, Moren felt the need to start a war, and he used his divine right [watch] to tell Bishop Bullhead his thoughts.

"Pass on the fire."

Bishop Minotaur didn't fully understand, but was shocked, and then he told Hank the information.

"Moo!"

Hank understood the cow barking and understood its meaning.

He swore with his sword to his former comrades, as well as to the undead who passed the flame to him: "May the flame pass on to the world!" "

Religious forms of warfare are full of magic.

Just like now, the mighty army of necromancers obeys God's will to pass its own necromancy flame to every life.

This domineering way is missionary work.

Can you not believe in Moren by slaughtering people, burning them into immortals, and forcibly distorting their faith?

At the same time, the countdown ends and a gray mist descends, shrouding the planet.

At the last glance, Moren saw the mighty army of the undead, stepping on the path of fire.

The figure was hidden by the gray mist, but only the flame was never extinguished.

Take faith as the tinder, and yourself as the dry firewood.

It has the air of an alternative civilization.

Civilization cannot be observed, the planet rotates rapidly, and by conversion, the gods wait ten minutes for a hundred years.

During those ten long minutes, the only thing you could do was complain in the public chat bar.

"A hundred years, a hundred years, a lifetime can't wait!"

"I used the [favor] divine right to store a lot of food, which should not be a big problem."

"Silly dog, food will be moldy, I directly used props and put an artificial star on the civilization."

"You bought stellar props produced by advanced civilizations?"

"Nonsense, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared!"

Suddenly, the game sounded announcing.

[Player 6 was invaded by player 50, the civilization was destroyed, and he left the game five seconds later.]

"What the hell, I left an artificial sun, and it was seconds?"

"Fool, the necromancer species has phototaxis, you shine brightly, and they will definitely find you."

Player 6 eliminated.

Then, Moren received a friend request from the other party.

Blocking this player, Moren was not in the mood to spray him online.

Another two minutes or so passed.

[Player No. 33 was invaded by Player No. 50...]

"I knew that there would be no good end when I was close! Mo Laoxian, you are bad! "

Bad is bad, and pretending to be cute with overlapping words, is the other party a cute girl?"

The thought of eliminating the cute sister made Morun feel even happier.

As a person, you can't be blinded by cute sisters.

The unknown demise is enough to make the gods fearful.

No one spoke in the chat bar anymore, and they were worried about whether the next person eliminated would be themselves.

[Player No. 9 was invaded by Player No. 50

...] [Player No. 12...] [Player No

. 27...]

In just half a minute, three players were eliminated in a row.

Player No. 5 couldn't help but speak: "Mo Laoxian, come out and bubble, your civilization is crazy, don't express your position?"

Moren replied simply: "Don't worry, the next one may be you."

"What a domineering reply, the fist is really lawless?"

"Necromancer, fortunately I am a machine, and it is not my turn to have a problem."

Ten minutes is as long as half a lifetime.

When there is only one last minute left.

A series of player elimination reports were played in a row....