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Holy Terra.

The Emperor, who had not returned to the palace for a long time, was now strolling through the corridors that had not yet been rebuilt. No one knew of his arrival.

The scale of the palace is too large, and it is very difficult to restore because of its uniqueness and artistry. Not to mention repaired in many places, even the traces left by the war have not been removed.

Bullet marks, traces left after the explosion of gunpowder, fragments of soldiers' armor... All these add up to give this place a completely different temperament.

Ruins and ruins, almost called ruins - the Lord of Humanity walked among the ruins. There was the whistling of an aircraft above his head, and he could tell without looking up that it was a newest transport ship, which was full of grain seeds.

It is about to go to a planned planting area in the northwest of Terra, where they will be sown. Terra, who had lost the last piece of soil for an unknown period of time, finally ushered in a rebirth.

The same goes for Empire.

So did he.

The Emperor looked up, staring at the scratches left by the transport ship in the sky—both he and the Empire had been saved, and the rescuer was now in a difficult situation.

Spiritual energy gushed out from the void, and golden flames rose and fell one after another, enveloping his body. His eyes turned golden, and in the flames, his shape began to gradually change.

From an ordinary barbarian in Eurasia to a tall man in exquisite power armor, wearing a crown of laurel. He closed his eyes, and a tree man he had seen before was 'pulled' out of the void.

It was still wearing the ridiculous pajamas, but the eyes that should have been bright were dim, and it didn't even respond to being pulled out by the Emperor.

The Lord of Humanity raised his hand and pointed, and a tiny psychic energy that belonged to him shot out from his fingertips. After receiving this psychic energy, the treant's corpse, which had lost its breath of life, revived its life even with some withered branches and leaves.

Within a few seconds, the tree man's body glowed with vitality again. The pupils lit up, and a vibrant green light circulated in them.

"Ah, isn't this my second favorite customer!" It just woke up and waved enthusiastically at the Emperor.

"Second favorite?"

"Would you like to know who my number one favorite customer is?"

"A little interested.

The Emperor nodded. "It's fine if you don't want to say it." "

"I'm sorry, customer." A smile appeared on the tree man's face. "This is a commercial secret. I will never reveal the identity of the customers. Privacy is very important. What do you think?"

The emperor didn't smile, but nodded calmly: "Let's talk about business directly, are you still leading people to cross borders?"

"Of course! It's my biggest earning business."

The Treant winked at the Emperor: "...so, what work do you want me to do this time?"

"Same as usual, across borders, alone. But I need to ask you one more thing."

"Just ask—I'll charge as appropriate."

The tree man rubbed his hands expectantly. In all fairness, he likes dealing with people like the Emperor very much—you know, with more money, less work, and quick checkout, such customers are hard to find even with a lantern.

"How much do you know about deification? I mean belief in deification."

"what!"

The tree man clapped his hands abruptly, and exclaimed: "Then you have found the right person. I have killed even 10,000 gods of faith—wait a minute, did you just say deification?"

"Yes." The emperor nodded expressionlessly.

"Then, the situation is quite different."

The tree man's expression suddenly became serious, and he even took out a pair of glasses for himself from nowhere and put them on, his appearance was extremely funny.

But there's nothing funny about its tone.

"First, before we begin, I have to ask you—do you want to reverse the process of apotheosis, or to speed it up?"

"Reversal," said the Emperor without hesitation. "And, I want to have no side effects."

The tree man's expression didn't relax at all, and he was still serious: "Deification is a rare phenomenon, which is different from phenomena that can be traced such as ascending to a god or becoming a god naturally. Deification refers to a life that receives The qualitative change produced by too many beliefs."

"Faith is complicated and harmful, especially for us mages—I can tell you the whole story, the mages of the White Tower Council are extremely resistant to becoming a god, because it is nothing like poison to us. It makes no difference."

The tree man pushed his glasses: "A thousand people who believe in you will have a thousand different ideas. This person may think you are a kind god, but another person may think you are an unreasonable person." god......"

"Together with all these, the fragmented beliefs will increase the power of the deified while devouring his original personality—no, it's more like a god born from their bodies that fully conforms to the imagination of the believers. "

"This is the side effect of faith." The tree man said solemnly. "This process can be reversed, but depending on the length of the period, the method of reversal is also different, and the consequences are also different."

"He's still early." The Emperor replied immediately. "He can still maintain the unity of will and personality, his strength is not affected, and his beliefs are not completely exposed."

The tree man nodded: "That's good, the solution is actually very simple."

It took off its glasses, and showed that philistine look and a friendly smile again: "So, my dear customer, let's talk about remuneration?"

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Angron let go of the hand holding the tree man's arm in disgust, jumped down from mid-air, and splashed a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.

He doesn't like contact with this kind of alien, but for what reason, he can bear it.

The tree man clearly sensed his disgust, but he was still smiling and didn't care at all. It floated in mid-air, opened a black portal, got in, and waved goodbye to Angron.

"Good luck, sir! Remember to call me after collecting the materials, I will be there as scheduled!"

With a sullen face, Angron waved his hand at it, signaling that he already knew about it. The tree man then got into the portal and left, leaving him alone.

The emperor said why he was chosen to carry out this task, but Angron didn't really care about those reasons, for example, he was the only one who had crossed soberly and so on... In his opinion, it was a good idea for him to perform this task. As it should be.

The pitch-black metal surged like flowing water, covering his cold face. The hideous helmet was fully revealed, the scarlet eyepieces were filled with life-like blood, high-temperature steam gushed out from his back, and a wide, blood-like cloak popped out from behind the shoulder armor.

The Lord of Red Sand stands here.

—He was about to start a killing in the name of salvation.

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