Players Please Respect Yourself

This is determined by the amount of grain produced by the land at that time, and how many people can be raised with whatever productivity there is.

The celestial dynasty is powerful and densely populated. It is only a drizzle if people are pulled out in a World War I. If a battle of one hundred and eighty thousand people is not killed, it is not qualified to be included in the history books.

Sand sculpture players really feel comfortable licking Poseidon.

The increased water attribute was not given by Wang Hao, but a genuine, unfalsified divine favor.

So Wang Hao looked at the golden trident in his hand and felt extremely speechless.

With a wave of his hand, a golden light flashed, and Aum's last biological tissue turned into nothingness, and was swallowed and decomposed into molecules by the seawater rich in divine power.

Wang Hao finally had time to look at the system prompts.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the semi-artifact (Sea Emperor Trident): This is a semi-artifact bestowed by the sea god Poseidon himself. It is unique in the multiverse, and its power is equivalent to that of a second-order (primary) artifact! 】

[Neptune Trident] special effects are as follows:

[Power of the Sea God]: [This trident can bestow upon the host Wang Hao (the power of the Sea God), making the host the true guardian of any sea area. If the divine power is not exhausted, the host will not die. Remarks: In the sea, the divine power of this trident will be replenished at a rate of 10% per second. 】

Just the first special effect, Wang Hao already felt that this thing deserved the word [artifact]. This means that as long as it is a serious sea, it is basically impossible to run out of divine power. Unless there is a blow on the opposite side that has the ability to vaporize the entire ocean.

Wang Hao hereby inquired about the definition of [sea], and the system replied that it is saline water with a total volume of more than one trillion cubic meters.

Surprises are yet to come.

Special effect 2 [Ocean Lord]: [All water spells and manipulation techniques of the host default to full-level lv999, and learn (tidal waves) and (maelstrom) by default...]

Special Effect 3 [Magic Kingdom]: [The upper limit of the host's magic power is by default equal to the upper limit of water elements in the sea area where it is located. 】

Special Effect 4 [Crush Illusion]: [The host is immune to all phantom magic. 】

Special Effect 5 [Storm Lord]: [The host can control the weather within a radius of 10 square kilometers, create storms at will, and even move the seabed plates, causing major earthquakes and tsunamis. The required magic power is determined according to the scale...]

After reading all the attributes in one go, Wang Hao was speechless about this golden dung fork. With the 999 points of attack power that comes with the weapon, and attributes such as [armor-breaking lv233], [indestructible] and [soul binding], Apart from not conforming to his aesthetics, this thing really can't be blackened.

Standing on Leviathan, Wang Hao raised the golden trident high.

Without anyone's command, the sand sculpture players immediately shouted in unison.

"Long live the Emperor of the Sea—"

"Long live His Majesty Jason Momoa—"

"Boss Jason, Wencheng Wude, is a mess!"

Well, it is normal for the sand sculpture player to crook the building.

To Wang Hao's surprise, those soldiers from Atlantis and Zebel who came from far away shouted:

"Long live Poseidon, God of the Sea—"

"Long live [Lord of the Seven Seas]!"

"Meet His Majesty Momoa!"

Wang Hao was really stunned, he couldn't order these surrendered natives to stage this big show.

As a strong man who had suffered from restraint, Wang Hao listened to their voices with a little telepathy, and immediately discovered the reason for their change of attitude.

[We are indeed loyal to His Majesty Atlas, but there is a premise. As the children of the sea, we are first and foremost servants of the Sea God! We have no reason to have trouble with Poseidon True God. 】

This is the general aspiration of these guys!

Divine power is greater than imperial power, and far greater than royal power.

Driven by this logic, these guys' jumping loyal ministers became a matter of course in their eyes.

The corners of Wang Hao's eyes twitched, what else could he do?

Cough cough, could he tell them that the next big battle needs cannon fodder!

No, even if I say it, these guys who have witnessed the coming of their own true gods will probably be very happy even if they die!

After all, according to their religion, if they died fighting bravely for the Sea God, they would most likely be selected as Poseidon's servant and live an eternal happy life.

It's hilarious.

This golden dung fork was given to a guy who didn't believe in Poseidon in his bones.

Wang Hao felt that it was full of irony!

Of course, Wang Hao doesn't need to worry about cleaning the battlefield after work is over.

It stands to reason that after the war, there should be a banquet for the officials, but the No. 11 sniper told him: [There is trouble! The space channel leading to the Wall of Sighs Fortress cannot be opened for the time being. The space over there is too unstable, forcibly teleporting, even your life is in danger. 】

Come on!

It's not that I don't work, it's that God doesn't work for me!

Wang Hao originally wanted to go into hibernation immediately, or live a boring life of "something the secretary does, nothing else", but the sand sculpture player has a hero, and he still has to deal with it.

Water can carry a boat and capsize it.

For a long time, with the help of No. 11 sniper, "Xiaoqiang Studio" was protected by some mysterious alien power, allowing Wang Hao to concentrate on attacking the land abandoned by the gods.

Otherwise, Liu Yuechan's restoration alone would be enough to cause a huge social sensation.

This mystery has attracted the attention of the outside world very well, and has never been burned on Wang Hao's company.

Be it gods or powerful aliens, their protection is not perfect.

In the main hall of the original lord's mansion in Abyss City, Wang Hao met a large number of elite players.

【Scorching Dawn in the Sky】He started with a sentence: "Should we call you Mr. Wang? Or His Majesty Momoa?"

There is playfulness in the words, and what is certain is that there may not be much respect.

Wang is unpredictable: "The name is just a symbol to distinguish each other. What you see, hear, and feel are nothing but a bunch of photoelectric signals. No mortal can easily see that the other person's skin is under the skin. What is it?"

Wang Hao neither admitted nor denied it.

Some philosophical arguments made the elite players a little stunned.

yes! [System Jun] It can be an alien, so why can’t the boss of "Xiaoqiang Studio" be an alien in human skin?

While everyone was contemplating, Wang Hao added fuel to the fire.

Here's a new message from the sniper.

"Although I don't want to intimidate everyone, one of the anti-kings was born on Earth. Once he breaks through the Wall of Sighs, his first choice will be Earth. If it doesn't matter, then you can quit now. If you choose to stay, just listen to me!"

Everyone immediately thought of that weird enemy.

The devil alone is not scary, but the ghosts of the undead, which are things that cannot be destroyed by all known weapons of mankind. If these guys are really put on the earth, then [human extinction] is not a slogan.

[Chu Jiayun] smiled: "Well, your uncle will always be your uncle. Boss Jason, I am convinced."

He took the lead, and all 39 elite players nodded.