Chen Feng is dead.
Luo Yuan was completely broken. With no choice but to start over, he could only start to rectify the world.
Wasteland everywhere.
Every corner.
Those guys don't know that they are hiding in that corner.
And Luo Yuan now wants to bring back the people who escaped in the first place. Not only that, he also can't kill people randomly, otherwise those guys would rather die than obey.
Maybe it's because of the criminal record.
so…
The road back to Luo Yuan's followers has been longer than ever.
His world retrospection plan was leaked for some reason, and now almost everyone in the world knows that he, Luo Yuan, wants to destroy the world!
so…
No one wants to follow him.
In the end, Luo Yuan could only conquer violently and then erase his memory.
As the most powerful being in the world, he began his long journey of collecting. During this period, only two people broke through to the apostle stage.
Extremely pitiful.
He has too few followers.
If it were before, someone would break through the apostles every minute!
a month…
Two months…
Three months…
Luo Yuan traveled to every corner of the world every day, looking for those beings who were trying to be forgotten. It took him a long time to turn his followers into three million.
That's right.
Three months, only three million.
Because many races would rather be destroyed than follow Luo Yuan.
to this end.
Luo Yuan had to explain. In the past, it was unimaginable that Luo Yuan, who was so powerful, would be willing to explain to these ants.
But now, he had to speak out.
"I do intend to reorganize the world."
"but… "
"Those who follow me will not be reorganized!"
These are Luo Yuan's words.
Simple.
rough.
Among those who are wandering between life and death, some actually choose to follow Luo Yuan. Since the world is destined to be destroyed, following such a person is better than dying, right
Many surrendered.
so.
half year later.
Luo Yuan finally ushered in his first apostle to become a god. However, what made him a little regretful was that the god the apostle attacked...
It's a god who doesn't know what it is.
God of Cooking
Or the God of Cookery
Who knows.
In short, in this era, it does not have much effect.
But it doesn't matter, he believes that the future is bright.
Since there was the first time, the subsequent times became faster. Sure enough, with the expansion of the number of believers and his meditation training, in the second half year, ten believers sprinted for the throne!
Of course, all ended in failure.
A group of strange gods appear.
not enough!
Far from enough!
Luo Yuan began to cultivate believers on a large scale.
certainly.
This time Luo Yuan released his ultimate move, "I plan to reorganize the world. The new world needs to be managed by gods. I will no longer let you wear communication devices. Those who surrender will have the opportunity to become gods! Others..."
"Erase!"
So, another batch of creatures came over.
They become resonaters, become apostles, and continue to improve themselves, eventually becoming gods.
In the third half year, the twelve apostles rushed to the throne of God.
In the fourth half year, fifty apostles sprinted for the throne.
In the fifth and a half years, one hundred apostles rushed to the throne of God.
In the sixth and half year, a thousand apostles rushed to the throne of God.
…
There are more and more people.
The apostles who are sprinting to the throne of God are improving geometrically!
These add up to a very terrifying number. However, no one has encountered the God of Doom, not even a single god!
Is his face so dark
Luo Yuan was a little unwilling.
Could it be that Chen Feng...
Luo Yuan suddenly thought of Chen Feng who had disappeared for a long time.
"Is Chen Feng alive or dead?"
"die."
Lucky Halo's answer was as succinct as ever.
If there is, there is.
No means no.
The lucky halo may be unknown, but it is never wrong.
so…
Am I just plain black-faced
"The God of Doom..."
"where are you."
Luo Yuan sighed.
He knew the odds were low, but he didn't expect it to be so low.
He shook his head and continued his long journey of cultivating gods. This was very similar to the games he played before, just to get a legendary equipment...
two thousand…
Three thousand…
four thousand…
…
The number of breakthrough gods is increasing.
As Luo Yuan fought in the past few years, half of the world finally surrendered in his hands. Luo Yuan also gave up on expanding his search because it was meaningless.
now.
He once again had billions of living beings under his command, although it was only half of them.
I don’t know where the remaining half is hidden. It’s too difficult to find. After all, the world is too big, and those guys are like ants...
There is also the blessing of the gods, and it would be a waste of time to search for it.
but.
These have no impact.
What Luo Yuan is doing now is to let his followers continue to improve, make breakthroughs, and eventually become gods!
Groups of gods appeared.
Ten thousand…
Twenty thousand…
Thirty thousand…
…
There has never been an era when there were so many gods.
Even in the Age of Creation, the so-called hundred thousand gods were not complete. But now, under Luo Yuan's cultivation, after five, ten, fifteen years...
Even twenty years!
One hundred thousand gods were actually cultivated.
This amount is terrifying!
However.
Luo Yuan was not satisfied.
Because among the hundreds of thousands of gods, not one of them has the God of Doom!
waste!
It's all rubbish!
Luo Yuan's mentality exploded.
He was sure that if this was a card drawing game, he would have given up long ago!
He originally thought that he was the final winner. However, who would have thought that Chen Feng has been dead for so long and he still hasn't taken control of the world!
Vaguely.
He seemed to see Chen Feng.
Even if that guy is dead, he seems to be mocking himself!
look…
Even if I die, you can't succeed.
"Damn it!"
Luo Yuan's mentality exploded.
Twenty years! ! ! It’s been twenty years! !
And on this day.
suddenly.
Someone sent word that they had found something that Chen Feng had left behind.
"Bring it here."
Luo Yuan became energetic.
soon.
A note was delivered with barely legible words on it.
"You think you win if I die? I have spent my whole life hiding my bad luck under the light of other gods, so you can't find it."
"Maybe, among the gods you cultivated..."
"I'll wait."
"Wait for him to overthrow you!"
boom!
Luo Yuan smashed the note into pieces.
Not even a scum is left.
No wonder…
No wonder I can’t find bad luck!
This bastard actually hid his bad luck in other gods. So, one of those damn guys, those guys who became gods, might have mastered the bad luck? !
"very good."
"That being the case, then..."
A cold light flashed in Luo Yuan's eyes.
The next day.
He asked every god to wear a wristband communicator again, causing great panic.
"Sir, you said you would no longer wear a communication device."
"that is."
"You clearly promised us."
"Sir, you are the supreme divine king, you cannot keep your word."
Those gods were frightened. They knew what the wristband communicator was, and they also knew that it was real fear. Once you put on that thing, you wouldn't even be able to commit suicide!