"We jointly conquered the Belem Plains and should be divided equally. The God of Fertility has the greatest credit and occupies the Belem Cathedral. I have no objection, but dividing the Bazel Marsh to me is too unfair, right?"
In the Molossi Temple of the United Kingdom of Pulan, the God of Plague looked at the God of Fertility and the God of Misfortune with a somewhat unkind look.
Since the creation of the pantheon of gods, the internal conflicts within the military alliance of the Three Gods of Puran have intensified.
It turns out that according to the rules of the pantheon, only gods or demigod organizations with independent missionary areas are eligible to become official members of the pantheon and have voting rights.
The three gods of Pulan may not care about the false name, but the right to vote is a real power, which is naturally crucial.
Not surprisingly, they chose to split up the United Kingdom of Pulan and make their respective missions independent.
Of course, this is independence in name only, and there is not much actual change.
However, although nothing has actually changed, the procedures must be followed.
For example, all members of the Pantheon must submit a territorial map to the Pantheon and publish the map to the multiverse via the Internet. As long as no one formally submits a document to object for more than fifty years, the territory will automatically gain permanent rule.
At this time, the three gods of Pulan had a dispute over the territorial map.
"God of Plague, you are too worried. Our so-called independence is just to cope with the process of the pantheon. In fact, we are still the United Kingdom of Pulan. This territorial division is meaningless at all." The God of Doom spoke.
"Really? Since it is meaningless, why not give me your territory? The actual right to rule is still yours." The God of Plague sneered.
Of course he knew that this so-called territorial division meant little for the time being.
But what if
What if the pantheons really build a new order in the multiverse
At that time, once the three gods part ways, this territorial map will be the greatest endorsement for him to use the rules of the pantheon.
He doesn’t believe that the God of the Internet will ruin his reputation!
"God of Plague, don't be ungrateful!" The tone of the God of Doom suddenly became gloomy.
As the god of misfortune after the split of the god of destiny, his power cannot be said to be heaven-defying, but it is also very powerful. Among the three gods of Puran, he can be called the backbone.
This is the fundamental reason why he occupies a fertile land second only to the God of Fertility in the territorial division of the Belem Plain.
"Okay, there is no rush to divide the territory. We have an absolutely undisputed independent missionary territory. The purpose of becoming a member of the pantheon has been achieved. Belen Grassland will be put aside for the time being." The handsome God of Fertility knocked on the table and acted as The peacemaker.
The God of Plague took a breath and stopped talking.
There was a feeling of embarrassment in my heart.
The God of Fertility didn't speak for a long time and didn't speak until later. He didn't speak until the God of Misfortune was angry and scolded. The partiality in this was obvious.
He wanted to turn the table over, but the territory was too close, so in the end he could only respond in silence.
"Huh? Why is he here?"
The God of Fertility suddenly frowned.
The God of Doom and Plague also flashed his eyes.
Outside the Belem Cathedral where they were just discussing, an unexpected guest suddenly arrived - the God of the Internet.
The three gods looked at each other, and their figures disappeared into the Molosi Temple.
Unlike the God of Transformation, Stiles has a flock of pigeons outside its cathedral;
Belem Cathedral looks much more solemn!
The majestic church, like a palace, stands in the center of Norton.
In the traditional missionary and sefirot-absorbing model, almost all the beliefs established by the gods have gathering festivals similar to Yom Kippur.
Therefore, outside Belém Cathedral, there is also a large open square, but there are no pigeons or chairs.
Yu Sheng'an was too lazy to enter the cathedral, so he could only lean on the base of a huge warrior statue out of boredom, put his hands in his pockets, and raise his head in a daze.
"Sir, please respect the legendary hero Aqil!" A missionary came over with a stern tone.
As soon as the voice fell, three teleportation lights suddenly lit up next to him. The sudden appearance of these three figures scared the missionary and subconsciously took a step back with a look of horror on his face.
Teleportation, for most people, is definitely a symbol of power.
The visitor glanced at the missionary and was so frightened that his mind went blank. He turned around and left in a daze. He didn't break out of his daze until he was far away.
When he woke up, his clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat. He looked back subconsciously and was suddenly shocked.
Aren't those three figures the three gods of fertility, misfortune, and plague enshrined in the church
God descends!
The missionary's eyes suddenly became fanatical.
Why did the three gods suddenly descend into the world
Could it be because of that person
who is he
The missionary subconsciously wanted to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, the four figures disappeared quietly, as if they had never appeared.
As everyone knows, the reason why he can't see is just that the surrounding light is distorted.
"I wonder why His Highness paid a sudden visit?" The God of Fertility smiled slightly and asked on behalf of the three gods of Puran with an elegant look.
The God of Plague stood nearby and looked at the God of the Internet with suspicion.
"I want to exchange divine authority with you, what do you think?" Yu Sheng'an looked relaxed, as if this was just a trivial matter.
The three gods of Pulan looked at each other in astonishment.
"As far as I know, His Highness has more than one godhead in his hand, right? What kind of authority does His Highness intend to exchange for it?" The God of Fertility asked again. He did not believe that the God of the Internet would exchange all the godhead authority in his hand.
"Which one do you want?" Yu Shengan kicked the ball back.
"This..." The God of Fertility and the God of Doom and Plague looked at each other, carefully choosing their words and saying, "Exchanging the authority of the godhead is not a trivial matter, please allow us to think about it."
"No problem, let me know the results anytime." Yu Sheng'an said.
"This is natural!" The God of Fertility nodded repeatedly.
He was about to leave and had a careful discussion with his allies when the God of the Internet suddenly looked at the God of Plague and said, "I think you may be more in line with the image of the God of Plague by wearing a beak mask."
"..." The God of Plague looked confused.
Don’t understand what the God of the Internet means
joke? Or some kind of temptation
Fertility and misfortune also looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
"Haha, just kidding, I have an idea. I wonder if Mr. Plague is interested?" Yu Shengan said with a smile.
"Oh? What do you think?" The God of Plague became more and more confused.
"I want to join forces with you to set up a pharmaceutical company, mainly engaged in drug production, vaccine research and development, medical device manufacturing, etc. As for the profit, we will split it half and half, what do you think?" Yu Sheng'an asked.
The plague god was stunned.
The God of Fertility and Misfortune looked even more stunned, looking at the God of Plague with twinkling eyes.
Listening to this, why do you feel that the God of the Internet is asking them to exchange the authority of the godhead, but is it true that he is asking the God of Plague to cooperate
Facing the stunned looks of the two gods of fertility and misfortune, the God of Plague felt a sense of pleasure in being valued for no reason. He pretended to be calm and said: "Oh? I don't know how to implement it?"