Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Even if Vitan was not here now, she certainly would not dare to sit here.

After all, no one knows when Vitan will suddenly come back.

As for the sigh, it is purely for my own decision.

Whether it was when Vitan appeared directly in front of the elves and showed his might, or in the battle with the Phantasma "Death Mist", he did not fully demonstrate his power.

So Shink Nilvalen did have feelings, but to be honest, the reality was not that strong.

But today, she truly felt it with her own eyes and her own body.

It was obvious that she was now more than fifty kilometers away from the battlefield.

As a result, their ships still had to do their best to support the fleet's defense barrier in order to survive the energy storm safely.

If they had not listened to Vitan's advice and stayed in the center of the battlefield.

I'm afraid that now all the elves and their fleets will be torn to pieces by that terrifying energy storm.

The other elves also looked frightened.

They had seen the power of the superior races, the Flügel and the Titans, and even the ordinary Dragonites and Titans.

Those are existences that they need to deal with with the strength of the entire clan.

But today, they truly saw the unbridgeable gap between the elves, dragon kings, and gods.

It was from this moment on.

The elves' high-ranking officials who originally had complaints about Shink Nilvalen's decision will definitely shut their mouths and be thankful for the choice Shink Nilvalen made.

"Let's go back."

It was so sudden, without even the slightest sign.

A person appeared directly on the captain's seat, and the voice sounded there at the same time.

Shink Nilvalen was stunned, but she was very familiar with this voice.

After all, on the bed, she had actually stopped several times, whether it was high-pitched, low-pitched or plain.

I have already memorized it firmly in my mind.

She quickly stood up from the chair, straightened the corner of her skirt which was slightly raised, and came directly to Vitan in two steps.

"Lord Vitan..."

As for ordering someone to sail the boat, she didn't say anything.

The people on his ship were not idiots. After hearing Vitan's voice, they started the ship smartly.

Vitan did not answer what Shink Nilvalen said, but instead yawned and listened to Black Rabbit's question.

"Doesn't Lord Vitan want Miss Jibril?"

"If we let her go like this, what if she goes straight back to where the Flügel gather?"

The status is different.

Shink Nilvalen understood this clearly, so he stopped talking after Black Rabbit spoke.

Instead, he silently closed his mouth and stood obediently beside Vitan.

"It doesn't matter."

"Meeting her here was just an accident. I don't really care whether I can take her back now."

"So if she wants to go back, she can go back. If she doesn't want to go back, and wants to satisfy her curiosity, it doesn't matter if she comes directly to the capital of the elves."

"Anyway, once I kill their master, they will naturally be under my jurisdiction."

"Besides, I have something very important to do next."

"I don't have time to deal with a little girl who doesn't want to be here at all."

Vitan simply waved his hand.

His ultimate goal is the Star Cup. As long as he gets the Star Cup, the world will be in his hands.

By then he will naturally have time to slowly recuperate.

And based on Artosh's personality, it is estimated that when he is dying, the man will also hand over the family he created to him to take care of.

"Is there something I can know?"

Naturally, Black Rabbit's attention was attracted by the content of Vitan's words just now.

Even Shink Nilvalen was attracted by this. Although he did not move his body, his ears perked up quietly.

"Of course."

Vitan raised his head, then pulled Black Rabbit into his arms and wrapped his arms around her tense waist.

"Didn't I already say that?"

"To create a race of my own in this world."

“Now, I feel like it’s about time.”

……

The word creation, in its own right, means "to create something that did not exist before."

Creating life was really not a difficult thing for him.

Before he really grew up, he only used his own magic power to directly construct seventy-two demons.

When he arrived at the small garden, he directly took control of the power of creation.

But at that time, he did not create a real, pure one completely made by his own hands, and the entire process was done by his own race.

So, at this time, at this moment.

Now that he has the authority to "create", he has begun to conceive of his ideal creation.

Because it is an ideal creation, its appearance must not make you feel regretful.

Whether it is combat capability or thinking ability, Vitan needs them to do their best.

This is not as simple as cooking two dishes.

The master of life, the newest God-like being, gave up his throne wearing clothes used for scientific research.

He just sat upright in the overlapping space, feeling distressed by the increasingly complex magic array in front of him.

In the center of the magic circle is a pool of bright red blood.

——The essence and blood of the gods!

In fact, each race created by the divine spirit is related to the nature of its own divine essence.

For example, the "Goddess of Nature" Cabanas created the elves, a race that was born in nature and grew up in the forest.

The "God of Forging" Okan, his essence is forging, and the Dwarves he created are good at forging.

The "God of Doubt" Houlou, her essence is doubt, and the Ex-Machina she created is a heartless race that is always pursuing doubts.

The "God of War" Artosh, his essence is war, and the Flügel he created are just like him, they like fighting, killing, and fighting with the strong.

The nature of his current essence is "life".

The race he created naturally could not be the same as the previous demons. It must be a race that can use life abilities.

If the gods want to create such a race, they need to share some of the power of their own essence.

But as I said before, in this world, the essence is equivalent to the laws of the world.

The Old Gods are a race born from the essence of the gods.

This means that the bodies of the gods are actually part of the laws of the world and there is no problem at all.

Therefore, Vitan would take out his own blood and essence when building a new race.

"It's a bit troublesome. I got mixed up again."

"How can I avoid being affected by other forces in my body?"

With a simple wave of his hand, he blew away the completely failed magic circle, holding his chin and muttering to himself.

Perhaps it is easy for other Old Gods to do this.

Because the power in their bodies is not as complex as Vitan.

War is war, nature is nature, and forging is forging.

It is not like Vitan where various forces such as darkness, light, and fire are intertwined.

Especially life, even though his essence now is the essence of life.

However, in terms of power level, the life force in his body has not yet reached the level of extreme powers such as light, desire, darkness, and fire.

That was why he was in such a dilemma in his current creative process.

"Do you have anything worth referring to?"

Casually, Vitan tilted his head back and looked at the fantasy species in translucent dewdrops floating on the roof.

"It's a brainstorming session. If you have any ideas, just speak up."

I really just listened to the advice. Now Radix is ​​still recuperating.

Vitan also wanted to get rid of Radix's help for once and do everything by himself.

If Radix were here, with her knowledge that is even more extensive than Vitan's, she would have found a solution by now.

"…Forgive me for my incompetence. I do not have the same power of creation as the mutants of my own race, so I cannot give you any useful advice on this."

Inzaan Nibia said so.

"But I think you are a little too perfect."

"I think if you don't remove the rest of the energy, the race you create will definitely be very powerful."

"No matter how bad it gets, with your strength and mine, you will definitely win in the next battle."

"Even the God of War, Artosh, cannot stop you."

Inzaan Nibia spoke with great confidence.

He has been marked by Vitan, so he is naturally someone who can be trusted completely.

So he also knew Vitan's origin, Vitan's experience, Vitan's true power, and knew that Vitan was a visitor from a higher world.

Therefore, he was confident that Vitan was definitely stronger than the invincible god of war Artosh.

And of course he himself had absolute confidence that he could defeat the Apostle of the God of War, Avant Heim.

The most evil fantasy species is not one that gets its reputation in vain.

With this combination, he felt that even if he tied up the weakest beastman, he would be able to win easily.

"I am certainly confident in my own strength."

"I don't expect them to provide me with too much help."

"The reason why I work so hard is that I want them to be at the forefront of the potential of non-human races in the small garden, and to have a place in the world of the small garden."

"I don't want them to be just objects of appreciation like those other races."

Vitan returned to his seat and spoke casually.

He wanted to create a race like the demons and the Asuras.

Unlike the Sea Persians and other species here, they can only be displayed in his community for viewing.

"So that's it."

Inzaen Nibia understood Vitan's approach.

Then, this fantasy species began to do its best to squeeze out the "ideas of creation" that it had never thought of, or even understood.

'"You have denied your own other powers, hoping to create a race that can drive the power of life with your own pure concept of life."

"This is what you are asking for. I am not wrong in saying this."

"Yes."

Vitan did not feel impatient with the repeated questions.