"Okay, then follow the rules!" Lu Yan said with a smile.
The so-called rules are that the demigods do not take action, and the believers will fight.
The main purpose of occupying the plane fragment is to gain faith.
This plane fragment is very large, and the energy inside is enough to support fifty years.
In other words, it can accommodate 20,000 mid-level races for fifty years.
After the energy is exhausted, it can also accommodate 20,000 low-level races for at least a hundred years.
For a low-level race, the pan-believer has 2 points of faith per year, the deep believer has 4 points of faith per year, the devout believer
has 6 points, and the fanatic has 8 points. For a mid-level race, the pan-believer has 4 points of faith per year, the deep believer has 6 points per year, the devout believer has 8 points per year, and the fanatic has 10 points per year.
Basically, the believers of the gods are all deep believers. In total
, it can provide about 6 million faiths in the first fifty years, and 8 million faiths in the last hundred years.
At the same time, because of the energy, the believers can practice fighting magic, and there will be no decline in faith.
In the first fifty years, it only needs to open the faith channel once every ten years, which costs a total of 750,000 faiths.
After the energy is exhausted in the next hundred years, in order to appease the believers, it is necessary to open the channel once a year, which costs 15 million faiths.
Therefore, this plane can actually provide faith for the first fifty years, and after the energy is exhausted, it will abandon this plane.
Excluding the faith for opening the faith channel, only more than 5 million faiths can be earned in fifty years.
If two demigods personally fight, at least millions of faiths will be lost in one battle.
If they get really angry and their minds get hot, it is possible that they will directly empty their faiths.
Then what faith can they earn?
Everyone comes here for the purpose of accumulating faith and then becoming a god.
Of course, it is impossible to do such a loss-making business.
Therefore, there is an agreed rule here. If two demigods take a fancy to a plane fragment at the same time, and neither of them has time to raise the divine light.
Then, the demigods of both sides will send their believers to fight.
The winner will obtain the ownership of the plane. If a demigod does not comply, then all the demigods in the lower space of the plane battlefield will attack together.
This is done to prevent some bastards from not following the rules, causing everyone to lose faith.
The construction of the divine domain channel was completed, and both parties sent out their believers at the same time.
The location was chosen on a plain in this broken plane.
Lu Yan sent out 5,000 blue dragon soldiers and 200 mountain soldiers.
"Hahaha! You stupid dog! There are only 5,000 low-level races! Fuck!" The demigod stared at Lu Yan's race in amazement. The
5,000 blue dragon soldiers are composed of three demon cultivator races: snow bears, red-crowned cranes, and white apes, with an average level of second level. The 200 mountain soldiers are composed
of 200 fish monsters, plus 50 square mountain seals, all of which are second level.
"Yes!" Lu Yan nodded.
There is no way, his cultivator race is indeed only second level.
However, Lu Yan really wanted to tell him that before he only had more than 4,000 cultivators, and the average cultivation was six or seven years. When he was practicing Taoism, he defeated a 20,000 magic coalition with medium divine power.
Now there are one thousand more sword cultivators, all of whom have practiced Taoism for more than twelve years, have a total spiritual power of more than one thousand two hundred, seven or eight kinds of Taoist magic, and most importantly, fifty more mountain seals.
This is not a spiritual weapon like the sword cultivators' flying swords, but a real magic weapon!
However, Lu Yan thought about it and decided to save this surprise for him after the mountain seal crushed his faith race.
"Hahaha! I actually wanted to give you 150,000 faiths and send you away! If I had known that you only had such a low-level race, I shouldn't have argued with you and just followed the rules. I finally understand why you occupied those energyless plane fragments before."
"It turns out that you are a waste, you can only deal with those bone slags, and you don't even have a fourth-level race." The demigod laughed so hard that tears came out.
"Remember, my grandfather's name is Feng Yuxiu! Next, I'll show you how strong a centuries-old demigod's faith race is."
"Hundreds of years old demigod? Wow, hundreds of years have passed, and you haven't been promoted to a formal god. Do you think it's fun to stay in the demigod stage?" Lu Yan asked with a smile.
"You can only talk! What else can you do! I'll see if you can still smile later!"
This demigod sent out all his main believers.
His divine domain is a full 200 square kilometers in size, with nearly 400,000 believers living in it.
Among them, there are 40,000 mid-level races, and a small number of seventh-level races.
They are 20,000 fourth-level centaur raiders, 15,000 half-orc wolf cavalry, 16,000 level troll warriors, and 5,000 seventh-level Kodo giants. In addition
, there are 50,000 third-level centaurs.
A total of 100,000 low- and middle-level race coalition forces.
Originally, when the believers fought, they would only send out one-tenth of the army at most. After all, if they lost, all the believers would die, which would be very devastating.
But after seeing Lu Yan's race, his heart burst out. How could he fail with just a few thousand low-level races!
Lu Yan was still smiling.
Seeing this, Feng Yuxiu's anger became even more intense. Damn it!
Laugh, and see if you can laugh
later. Don't kneel on the ground and beg me not to kill your faith race! Then
, he issued an oracle!
After receiving the oracle, the coalition forces of 100,000 low- and middle-level races screamed with excitement, ready to crush this group of weak low-level races.
Lu Yan's army of monks had already arranged their formations.
In the front were one thousand snow bear body cultivators, followed by one thousand white ape sword cultivators, and at the end were two hundred fish demon mountain soldiers.
In the sky, three thousand red-crowned crane Qi cultivators circled and danced.
A full 100,000 troops were approaching, the ground was shaking, and small stones were bouncing like popping candies.
At the front were 15,000 level Orc Wolf Cavalry.
They were the fastest.
Then came 20,000 level 4 Centaur Raiders and 50,000 ordinary level 3 Centaurs.
The Kodo Giants and Troll Warriors, because of their speed, fell behind, and the distance between the front and the back gradually widened.
Even the formation was scattered.
Feng Yuxiu and his religious race didn't care. To deal with this group of weaklings, they still needed to form a formation?
How could they lose if they just rushed forward in one wave?
Suddenly, the Snow Bear Body Refiner at the front separated the formation, revealing a passage.
Two hundred fish monsters, holding fifty fist-sized seals, came out. Are
these people crazy?
Facing an army of one hundred thousand, forming a formation would only make them die slower.
But if they opened the formation themselves, it would be a matter of charging!
Then, he saw these two hundred fish monsters, in groups of four, infusing spiritual power into the seals.
Suddenly, the fifty fist-sized seals swelled in the wind.
Gurgle~
I don't know, which wolf cavalry slowed down first, rolled his throat, and then the entire one hundred thousand army stopped, looking at the fifty mountain-suppressing seals that were as big as mountains and suspended in the sky in shock!
"Smash it for me!"