I am a god in another world

Yamen Khan smiled and said, "You are worthy of being my son. Yes, the way of the Xianglong Empire, where people hold the divine power, is unique and powerful, but it also has its own disadvantages. It takes a long time to accumulate people's hearts. It took them more than 5,000 years to cleverly transform the divine power from heaven to self-granting, and seize the divine power of the Heavenly Palace and Lingshan into their own hands.

I don't think I have that kind of patience, so I chose a shortcut and accepted the advice of those killing lamas to become their reincarnated killing Buddha. Last year, I took the initiative to integrate a fragment of the killing godhood from the Faerun pantheon into my body.

I am ready to return directly to Faerun as the God of Killing, Let the Tukan people have their own gods.

But I greatly overestimated my strength and underestimated the erosion power of the fragments of the godhood.

Let alone, those gods of Furen, will they allow me to return as the God of Slaughter.

Even if my plan really succeeds, I am not sure whether I am still the real me at that time, whether I am still the Khan of the Tukan people, whether I am still your father Khan, and whether I still remember my original intention.

So, this is destined to be a road of no return.

The only thing I can prove is that shortcuts cannot be taken easily..."

"Father Khan!!!" Prince Hubadai's voice choked. He never thought that this taciturn man would carry such a heavy burden.

"Can we give up the fragment of the Godhead of Killing, peel it off, and give up the power it brings?" Prince Hubadai suggested, "Our army is still there, and we still have a chance to start over."

"Heh... Do you think the power of God can be obtained if you want? Do you want to give it up? There is only one way to give up, and that is death!" Yamen Khan's voice suddenly became extremely cold, as if he had completely changed a person. There was endless coldness in his words. Every word was like a steel knife, drilling directly into Prince Hubadai's body, scraping his bones, and making his whole body tingle.

This is not his father Khan, this is the fragment of the Godhead of Killing that dominates his soul consciousness.

Prince Hubadai suddenly realized at this moment that Yamen Khan's greatest enemy was not outside, but in his body.

In the battle of crossing the lake, he absorbed too much killing power, which put him on the verge of collapse.

And then, as long as they move forward, they must fight a lot of wars, and the father Khan will gain more killing power, and his situation should become worse.

Yamen Khan now moved him away from the Golden Horde, not only to prepare a retreat for the Tukans, but also to protect him.

Once he is completely dominated by the fragments of the killing godhead, I am afraid that his emotions will be completely submerged, and he will become a machine that only knows how to kill. He will not have any feelings for him and the Tukans. Even if they die, they will not have any heartache or pity.

"Go back." A roar burst out from Yamen Khan's mouth, and the killing power in his body kept surging like clouds and mist. Those who were slightly closer were all suppressed and couldn't breathe. Prince Hubadai was the first to bear the brunt. With a plop, he was directly pressed to his knees on the ground.

However, he knew that Yamen Khan was not targeting him, but his soul consciousness was competing with the fragments of the killing godhead for the dominance of his body.

Soon the cold breath faded from Yamen Khan's body, and the killing god power regained stability.

Yamen Khan wanted to reach out and help Prince Hubadai up, but he finally took his hand back and let out a long breath, saying: "You have a clear understanding of the current situation, right?

This shortcut is fatal and there is no turning back. Even if I am willing to give up the fragments of the killing godhead, he will not give up on me, because I am his tool for rebirth.

I can only move forward, not backward.

I represent the past of the Tukan people that is about to disappear, and you represent the future of us Tukan people.

You must learn from my lessons. The path of Furen will not work for us Tukan people.

Then take the path of the Xianglong Empire, which is exactly what you are best at. If one generation cannot complete it, then two generations will do it. If two generations are not enough, then three generations will do it. As long as you persist, there will always be a day of success.

The last thing I can do for you is to clear the obstacles on this road for you."

Although Yamen Khan did not say it clearly, Prince Hubadai heard the true meaning.

Even if he found the ancient portal of Imaskar in the endless wilderness, most of the Tukans who followed Yamen Khan would not be able to come back.

Because most of them are vested interests and diehards of the Tukans.

They were forced to pledge allegiance to Yamen Khan due to his powerful military force. Once Yamen Khan's suppression was gone, let alone the implementation of new policies among the Tukans, it was still unknown whether they were willing to follow him as the new Great Khan.

The simplest and most effective way was to let them be buried with him.

From the beginning, Yamen Khan had planned everything and now he was giving him the final instructions.

"Father Khan..." Prince Hubadai couldn't find the right words to express his inner thoughts and feelings for a while.

This has far exceeded the relationship between father and son. This is a great sentiment for the future of the entire Tukan.

"This matter is known to heaven and earth, and you and I know it." Yamen Khan said seriously, "From now on, the Golden Horde will be completely commanded by you. In addition to the current orders, I will not give you any new orders.

If you find that I have issued new orders later, especially those that are inconsistent with the current orders, you can ignore them and not obey them.

Because it is very likely that it is not from my true will. I hope you can make an accurate judgment and make a choice that is beneficial to all of us Tukan people. "

Prince Hubadai opened his mouth, but all the additional words were choked up, and finally turned into a sentence of "obey".

"Withdraw." Yamen Khan waved his hands and said. Both his voice and his back gradually began to become colder, and the fragments of the killing godhead began to gradually dominate his soul consciousness.

Prince Hubadai knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to Yamen Khan, said nothing, stood up and prepared his army, and when the sky was just getting dark, he set up camp and evacuated Moshan as quickly as possible. In the city of Tire, in just two days, they all withdrew from the Leatherman Kingdom and disappeared into the vast grasslands of the endless wilderness.

For a while, no one could figure out their movements.

No one paid attention to them, because once they withdraw from the Leatherman Kingdom, their role in this war will be greatly reduced.

This is something.

Just when Yamen Khan and his son were talking to each other and planning for the future of the Tukan people.

Five Haslan witches are gathering in Moshantir City to fight another war.

Shui Ling, Red Feather, Qi Ling and Sunrise respectively settled in the elemental mage towers located at the four corners of Moshan Tier City. They are the core components of Moshan Tier City's defense mystery lock.

When they settled in, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. Light pillars of different colors shot out from the elemental mage tower. Four elemental vortexes suddenly appeared in the sky. On the other side of the vortex were the four inner planes.

A steady stream of elements poured down from inside, injected into the city defense mystery lock of Moshantir City, and then poured towards the collapsed southern city.

The originally chaotic and wild elements began to gradually calm down under the wash of a large number of new elements, and joined the surging torrent of elements.

The invisible protective shield covering Moshantir City is once again including the southern city area within its scope.

The city defense mystery lock is being repaired by the four Haslan witches. What is even more amazing is that the ten huge gaps in the city wall, under the influence of huge magic power, are splashing earth and rocks everywhere, flying into the air one after another, like Like building blocks, they fall back into their original positions one by one.

After the six-element city defense mystery lock was restarted, the repair of the southern wall of Moshantir City was also completed. Everything was intact as before. Not to mention cracks, there were no traces between the bricks and stones. It was as if they had been hit by a major repair spell. Same.

The only evidence that they had been destroyed before and that everything was not an illusion was the blood stains on them. They had been integrated with the masonry and became part of the city wall. This made them look a little mottled, but when placed on the entire city wall Look, but not obtrusive, because such a place already exists on these city walls.

From this point of view, those bloody scars, like the current ones, are a symbol of the city wall's torment and destruction.

It's not that the Leatherman witches are incapable of cleaning up these blood stains, but they intentionally preserved them, because this is a symbol of the Leatherman Berserkers fighting bloody battles to defend the city. It contains not only the blood of their enemies, but also their own. Human blood.

Although this was not the first time they had seen this situation, the citizens of Moshantir City still couldn't help but cheer loudly, celebrating that they had once again repelled the enemy and defended their city.

After the defense mystery lock of Moshantir City was repaired, the light in the four-element mage tower did not converge, but became more dazzling. However, the vortex above the head changed. It was no longer the elemental vortex, but the white mist-filled one. Etheric Vortex.

Then the four slowly shifted in the air, and finally met directly above Moshantir City, forming a huge ether vortex. People with good eyesight can clearly see a magic spell in the depths of this vortex. The cabin, and the nightmarish monsters that tangle with it.

This magic cabin belongs to none other than Filancini. This is also a critical moment in her battle with Witch Dushan. This is the other end of the four elemental chains. The entire city of Mosantir has become a mysterious lock. Her help.

The rest of the situation was what happened in the etheric plane. After Gavin regained his energy a little, he immediately used his divine power of the road to open a passage for Filancini's magic cabin, helping her to completely escape from nightmares and dreams. The entanglement of the demiplane of fear.

Just like being parked in a nightmare, Filancini's magic cabin was parked directly outside the city's defense mystery lock in Mosantir City (the etheric plane), and then opened the door and walked out.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the sunshine tore through the thick dark clouds, spreading soft and cold light on the earth.

Filancini took a deep breath in front of the rising sun, and showed a smile as bright as the sun to Gavin who came up to her immediately: "I never thought that I would have the opportunity to see the sunshine of this land in this life. , all this is thanks to you, I will definitely keep your kindness in mind and do my best to repay it. "

Since falling into the Demiplane of Fear, she could only enter the Faerûnian plane when the moon rose. She would be forcibly dragged away when the moon fell, and she would have no chance to see the sun.

The demiplane of fear is shrouded in fog all year round. Although there are changes in day and night, it is always cloudy during the day and the sun cannot be seen at all, while at night the sky is clear and the moon phases can be clearly seen.

Filanxini had reason to suspect that there was no sun in the Demiplane of Fear. The so-called daytime was just the afterglow of the sun, just like the light of the moon. After all, it was just a demiplane with incomplete laws.

"Teacher, you are being polite. I will need your help in many places in the future." Gavin was also happy from the bottom of his heart. He did not expect that the plan would go so smoothly.

Not only did he kick the witch Dushan and the nightmare dream into the Demiplane of Fear, but he also rescued Feilanxini from the predicament, which meant that he had another trump card in his hand.

He finally saw Feilanxini's appearance clearly. To describe it in one sentence, Gavin did not have even a trace of disappointment in his heart. He felt that it should be like this.

Anyone who has experience knows that when you get to know someone, it starts with the other person wearing a mask or veil.

When the other person takes off the cover, there is often a moment of loss, even if the other person's appearance is far above the horizon.

Because when the other party is looming, they often make up for it according to their own imagination, and people's imagination is extremely powerful and exceeds reality.

When there is a contrast, a feeling of loss will arise, which is also the origin of the term "back killer". Their front faces are not necessarily extremely ugly, but they may not match the beauty shown by their backs.

Felixini completely matches Gavin's imagination. Her facial features are delicate and beautiful. Every eyebrow and hair look like they have been carefully trimmed, but there is no trace of makeup. It seems that she is born like this. Those bright eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, making people dare not look directly at them.

Her dreamlike breath did not disappear with the withdrawal of the power of the terrifying demiplane, and it still accompanies her. This makes her look a little unreal. It seems that in the next second, she will dissipate with the wind and merge into the fog again, which makes Gavin involuntarily have an impulse to hold her tightly and refuse to let go.

"Then let's have a happy cooperation." Feilanxini no longer said polite words, and readily extended her right hand, which was slender and long, giving people a crystal clear feeling.

"Happy cooperation." Gavin held the other party's soft little hand, and found that he seemed to be a little unbalanced because the other party was out of trouble, because this meant that he was no longer the other party's only one, and she would have her own will because of the restoration of freedom, and do what she wanted to do. He didn't know how to deal with the relationship between the two parties.

But he forgot that the original relationship was abnormal.

Mutual cooperation and mutual benefit are the normal way to get along.

After thinking it through, Gavin immediately adjusted his mentality and asked: "Teacher, what are your plans for the next step?"

"If possible, I want to go through the Dragon Oak Dream and the Totem Dream, continue to study the dream, and prepare for the counterattack of the Fear Demiplane." Feilanxini answered without thinking.

"The counterattack of the Demiplane of Fear?" Gavin asked in surprise, "Have you not completely gotten rid of the Demiplane of Fear?"

"Just now I just took the opportunity to extract most of the power that the Demiplane of Fear had eroded in my body, but this method can only give me more time to act in the material plane, but there is no way to completely cut off the connection between me and the Demiplane of Fear."

Filancini replied calmly, "Now I still can't use the teleportation spell at will, and I can't die, because there is a high probability that I will enter the Demiplane of Fear again.

This is the most unusual thing about the Demiplane of Fear. Once you get involved with it, there is no way to get rid of it completely.

My entanglement with it has just begun, until I am swallowed by it, or I destroy it."

"So that's it." For some reason, after hearing this explanation, Gavin felt relieved.

Because this means that he is still irreplaceable to Feilancini in some aspects. At least in the study of dreams, it will be much more convenient if he has his help.

After a little consideration, Gavin continued to ask: "Whether it is visiting the Dragon Oak Dream or the Totem Dream, it is a trivial matter, but both dreams have their own uniqueness, and it is difficult for the teacher to replicate. What the teacher should consider more is, what kind of dream to create? Who is the main carrier of this dream? Which group is it going to target?"

Felanxini thought about it for a while, and finally shook her head and said: "I haven't considered this issue yet, and I don't have a good direction. In this regard, your professional knowledge is stronger. Do you have any good suggestions for me to refer to?"

"The teacher is best at arcane, so we should start from this." Gavin's reaction speed is not ordinary. "And dreams are never a one-person thing. The more people there are, the more advantages they have. I plan to build a magic academy in my territory to teach various magic skills and tap the magic talents of the residents of the territory, but I lack a leader. I don't know if the teacher is interested in this matter."

Building your own spellcaster training system is an inevitable trend in the development of the territory. Gavin has long been willing to do it, but he lacks talents in this area. Not everyone is qualified to become the dean of a magic academy.

If Felanxini is willing, she is qualified enough and worthy of his huge investment of energy and funds. As for whether the other party is training an arcanist or a wizard, it does not make much difference to Gavin.

And Felancini is not an ordinary arcane magician. She has a wide range of knowledge, not only arcane magic and magic, but also mental magic, at least enough for those below the legendary level.