Heaven’s Intention

Shennongjiao space, the sun is shining, the golden brilliance is sprinkled with everything.

The entire space is quickly filled with spring, and the large space generated by the last upgrade gives all animals and plants a broader soil and space.

The green trees are lush, and the grassland is occupying the open space. I can't see the blank space created by the last upgrade.

"Master!" Romon's sudden appearance stopped several saplings who were watering the orchard, and saluted him together.

"You guys are busy with you, I'll do something here." Waving, Romon said.

"Yes, master." The few tree spirits quickly retreated.

Luo Meng slowly walked up with a gloomy look, thinking about the final.

"... the breath I feel should be right. It is indeed the breath of the Lord of Glory ... But why did this happen? Why did an angel come on the plane of the fog?" Luo Meng thought, searching in his head.

"There is only one record?" The searched data is about some traces and legends of angels in the misty world. There is no difference between what is found and what is not found. The content of this information is really too simple. After reading this content, Luo Meng felt a little discouraged.

"It seems that there is nothing useful to extract from the memory!" Luo Meng stepped forward, walked to the world tree, hesitated, or reached out and touched it.

An unfathomable breath passed through, and in a few moments, several fragments flashed by.

Relying on the world tree, Romon finally received the message from the misty world over the past few days.

"... My lord, I am your most loyal believer Kamrongpa. Today is the third day that the Legion of Angels has landed in this world. The ground is already burning with fire. According to the news I received, there are already dozens of territories , All plunged into war and chaos, the lords of several neighboring territories, they are leading the army against the Angel Legion. They believe that in dealing with the Angel Legion, they are still very determined ... "

"My Lord, I am your most loyal believer, Kamrongpa. Today is the fourth day. My Lord, the situation in this world has become more and more chaotic. My Lord, please give us a bright light for these dazed people The road ... "

"My Lord, the situation has become more and more chaotic, waiting for your metaphor to come ..."

"My lord, I am your most loyal believer Kamrongpa. Today the territory was once again attacked by the Legion of Angels. Under the attack of the dragon, the angels were completely destroyed, but we also had three hundred soldiers killed and civilians killed. More than a thousand. "

"My Lord, if it is not your magic that is still being given to us, we will really not be able to persevere. Please lower your metaphor. At this time, only your metaphor can bring us courage ... … "

Pieces of information kept coming over, and after receiving the information, Luo Meng's face became more dignified.

"What has happened to this degree?" After receiving these news, Luo Meng began to gather divine power, and he could see that a golden light connected the world tree and that branch and leaf.

On the branches and leaves, a golden light flashed suddenly, and the golden light waved, as if it was breaking some barriers.

Misty World. Capital of the Principality of Salante

Thick bells reverberate above the city. If in normal times, the people in the city will happily put down their hands, pray in a low voice, and praise the god's refuge.

But at this time, there were only a group of soldiers and priests in the middle of the city, still holding their posts.

In the main shrine, in front of the white altar, a group of people were kneeling and praying to the statue and the altar.

"My lord, my lord, you are the lord of nature, and your way will go in heaven and on the earth." Pope Kamrongpa led the priest to pray.

The idol and the holy light on the altar are still there. The light is beating, representing the existence of the deity, but there is no formal response.

Just when Pope Kamrongpa ended his prayers and sighed, he wanted to stand up.

Suddenly, the Holy Light on the altar moved.

"It's my lord, it's my lord!" Pope Kamrongpa felt it immediately, and he fell deeply on the ground again, and prayed to his god.

With prayer, countless golden particles began to emerge, sparkling sparks.

With the spark, there are also black particles, entangled and fighting each other.

In this gorgeous scene, it is a fierce battle between life and death.

Time passed, and the eyes of the idol finally opened.

"My Lord!" Kam Rongpa fell to the ground.

"You are struggling under difficult circumstances, I am very pleased, your handling is very good, don't be afraid, I will come and be with you!"

"It's my lord! My lord's metaphor!" Someone couldn't control his emotions, and the surprise came out.

All the priests looked at the gods. At this moment, their courage was extremely powerful.

"It's my lord, my lord finally received our prayers, my lord is the true god, the only true god!" All the priests present were in tears, and their hearts, which had been sinking a little bit, condensed again.

This voice was only spoken once, and the light of the idol faded gradually.

"My Lord has lowered the divine metaphor, and it will come. Before that, we must persevere!" In front of everyone, Pope Kamrongpa announced this: "You immediately notify the Grand Duke and all believers in the shrine , Tell them this! "

"My Lord is the true God, and when it comes, it will clear everything!"

"Follow the order, under the crown!" The priests who were present immediately said as they were ordered, stepping backwards and exiting the temple.

At the next moment, a loud bell rang all over the city.

With the arrival of the metaphor, from the aristocratic priest to the ordinary communist, the fighting spirit rose.

At this time, they believe that they are not a person, not a group of people fighting, they still have the blessing of the gods, and the one who blessed them is a true god!

In the shrine, the dense believers, under the guidance of the priest, all knelt down to the ground, bowed toward the statue in the center of the square, with pious and solemn feelings, sacred prayers, rushed to Yunxiao.

"Praise my Lord, you are the Lord of Nature, you have the sword of punishment!"

Luo Meng withdrew from the metaphor, still a little hesitated in his heart, still thinking about it.

Seriously, in this case, he had no choice.

However, a voice whispered: "Don't go, there is another level, you may ignite the **** fire, become a demigod, why go now?"

Yes, according to the premonition of Luo Meng's divinity, if he rises one more level, he may ignite the Divine Fire, even if it is not ignited. In fact, the faith has little effect on him at present, up to level 30, it must be ignited.

The situation of the Mist Plane is really too confusing now. If you rush past without thinking clearly, you will face a double blow from the angel and the black dragon!

"Are you going or not?" Romon thought carefully.

Obviously, if he does n’t go, everything he has been working on in the mist world will be lost. This is not what he wants to see.

But if you go, you are likely to encounter dangers that threaten yourself.

This is a simple, but difficult-to-choose subject. Luo Meng thought for a long time before sighing and making up his mind.

"If you don't go, the world of fog will no longer have my foundation. Simply, this time I will play a little bigger." Luo Meng thought secretly, showing a sneer.

In fact, he made this determination, and there is another very important reason, that is the divine harvest problem.

"There are many divinities in the misty world. Harvesting is not easy at ordinary times, but in this case, it is just taking advantage of this war to fish in muddy water."

Now that the Mist plane is in chaos, this is the time to harvest the divinity. Of course, you may also be harvested by the Legion of Angels.

Similarly, some divinities may be harvested, reaching level 25 in advance.

Four? Or five?

Can meet the needs of Shennongjiao upgrade.

Wealth in wealth!

"However, this matter must be clearly explained to Alina, find a reason for another vacation!" After making this determination, Romon began to think about how to get the vacation, thinking of this, he smiled bitterly again.

"By the way, I should normally be able to receive the information of the world of fog, but now, it must be obtained through the world tree, and there are not many messages received. It seems that the world of fog has some problems itself?

"Rory," Romon said softly.

Because it is in the Shennongjiao space, he is the master here, and his soft call has already spread to the ears of Lori in the distance.

"Master, what do you ask?" Luo Li's response came quickly, and judging from the fluctuations in energy, the little girl was already coming here.

Seeing her like that, it was still the cute look of Luo Meng when she first saw her, and she couldn't see that she was already a group manager.

Of course, Lori was already a girl.

"How much food is there now?" Romon asked.

"Master, there are now 3,000 tons of grain in the warehouse." Luo Li answered immediately.

3000 tons, which seems to be a lot, can actually only support the 15-day consumption of believers in the territory. Of course, with the original food on the territory, the support time is much longer.

However, when the war broke out, the wheat field was destroyed a lot. Even if it was not destroyed, no one would take care of it.

There is a disaster year after the war!

Luo Meng frowned and asked again: "If there are many wheat fields now?"

"500 acres!" Luo Li answered happily ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now the territory is so big, but it has not been used for farming.

"Can it be expanded to five thousand mu?" Luo Meng asked.

"Master, according to our current manpower, it is reluctant to do it." Luo Li thought for a moment before replying.

"Then plant it, plant it now, it's too late." Romon issued a formal instruction.

"Yes, master, we will definitely complete your order!"

Luo Meng nodded, touched her head, and said, "Go!"

Watching her go away, Luo Meng withdrew from Shennongjiao, meditating in the room for a moment, he rang the bell.

"Your Highness, what did you tell?" A housekeeper pushed open the door and stepped forward, asking politely.

"To the two ladies, I was invited by a Highness to participate in a legendary meeting, maybe two months back and forth." Romon said: "Tell them not to worry."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The butler responded.