Chapter 163 Players’ Trouble, the Spirit of Creation
As the supreme ruler of the empire, every move will have a huge impact, let alone something as big as resignation.
There were no surprises. Even though it had been warmed up in advance, the resignation of the consul still caused a huge wave within the empire.
After all, the people of the empire can be said to have grown up listening to the stories of the "patriarch". From the small Red River tribe to the super empire that now occupies the Eastern Continent, the "patriarch" plays an indispensable role. The role of substitution.
So there is no problem for Su Xingyu to call him a "legendary figure" within the empire.
Now that such a legendary figure is resigning, it is normal for the people of the empire to be affected. If there is no god above, some people may even wonder if someone is going to persecute the "patriarch".
Of course, regardless of the empire's response, Su Xingyu's goal of resigning has been achieved.
The position of consul was vacant, and naturally someone had to take over and take the position of the supreme ruler of the empire.
An empire cannot be left without an owner for a day.
In a huge empire, even if the whole country is not completely in sync, it should at least be unified in the general direction.
The larger the power, the more taboo it is to hesitate and waver.
To put it bluntly, it is better to go the wrong way than to swing left and right.
After all, with the strength of the empire, just because the road is wrong doesn’t mean it won’t work.
Swinging left and right is completely internal consumption.
For the second consul, Su Xingyu already had a candidate, and that was his adjutant, Ye San.
Ever since the Yongye Empire was still a tribe, Ye San had followed him and assisted him in handling government affairs.
Whether it is in terms of ability or other aspects, Yesan is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
Ability, prestige, and connections.
Besides him, Su Xingyu really couldn't find any other better candidate.
After a complicated procedure, Su Xingyu resigned from the position of consul and handed over the two items that symbolized status and power, the crown and the scepter, to Yesan.
"Come on, the future of the empire depends on you." Su Xingyu patted Ye San on the shoulder and said with a smile, then turned and walked into the temple.
"..." Looking at his leaving figure, Ye San remained silent for a long time.
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Although Su Xingyu’s resignation had a considerable impact within the empire, it was slowly smoothed over as time went by.
After all, people always have to look forward. Looking back at the past cannot change the present.
Besides, the patriarch just resigned, not dead.
Under the leadership of Yesan, the empire is no different from before, because before this, he was actually handling the empire's government affairs and leading the empire forward.
After the plane is promoted to the medium realm.
The first and biggest impact is the increasing concentration of spiritual energy.
This is an improvement that is far more outrageous than the blessings of the world.
All the tribesmen who felt this impact remembered that it was the same situation decades ago, when the concentration of spiritual energy in the world began to increase crazily.
But it’s all about spiritual energy improvement. The difference from decades ago is that this time the empire has completely stabilized.
There are no security risks in the territory they control.
So for the empire, the impact of this increase in spiritual energy concentration is all good.
As for outside the empire, it has nothing to do with them.
The empire's army only protects the people of the empire.
According to the empire's speculation, this spiritual energy improvement will last for about a year.
After the upgrade is completed, the average spiritual energy concentration in this plane will reach 5.5 to 6.5 times of the previous level. As for the black soil plain, it will be 10 times higher.
Next to the Spirit Gathering Tree in the center of the city, spiritual energy rain has begun to fall. It is estimated that a spiritual energy pool will be formed in a while.
Cultivation has become easier.
Internally, it is stable development, and externally, it is conquest and expansion.
The Eternal Night Empire is like a greedy giant beast that can never have enough to eat and needs to keep devouring things.
They don’t want to stop, and they can’t stop.
The empire's population is growing crazily, so they must keep expanding.
Now the entire Eastern Continent is full of people from the empire.
Just like growing radishes, sometimes a dozen people can occupy a large territory.
After all, with the quality of the people of the empire today, attacking the indigenous tribes of these planes is just a matter of crushing them. It shouldn’t be too simple.
A dozen veterans, casually recruiting hundreds of servants, taking out a loan to buy a batch of equipment, conquering several indigenous tribes, dividing the territory, and transforming themselves from citizens to nobles.
If you encounter a tribe that you cannot defeat, just call the empire for support and send regular troops over.
Even if the elites of the empire are transforming, the ordinary imperial army can still sweep the world.
There is no way, the strength is too strong.
Ordinary empire warriors have at least reached the mid-level extraordinary level, and are well-equipped with gold-level suits per capita. This is considered super elite among other indigenous forces.
Opponent?
There are no opponents anymore.
At least on the Eastern Continent, the Evernight Empire can no longer find an opponent to fight with.
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Players in the entire middle realm.
After experiencing the initial sense of novelty, they all entered a state of stable development and began to farm in their own planes.
Some players with insufficient strength gathered in an area. They cooperated with each other, learned from each other's strengths, and improved their own strength.
Stronger players will occupy an area by themselves, develop alone, and begin to prepare for their own path to demigods.
no way.
The sixth-level legion can be accumulated over time.
They also have more or less several sixth-order legions in their hands, and as time goes by, there will be more and more sixth-order legions in their power, and they may even achieve the achievement of the entire sixth-order army. .
But the seventh-level legion is completely different. Without the conditions of the Eternal Night Empire, if you want to give birth to a seventh-level legion, you cannot rely solely on the accumulation of time, but also need a bit of luck.
In other words, even if there are sufficient resources, their tribe will fall into a bottleneck period in the near future.
Their foundation will become thicker and thicker, but their strength level will not change much.
So, they unconsciously shifted the object of promotion to themselves.
They began to improve the strength of the gods themselves, striving to enter the realm of demigods as soon as possible.
As for their respective tribes, it is still up to them to develop and expand.
It should be mentioned here that the closure of shops has had a considerable impact on many players.
In the elementary realm, many players' power development was somewhat deformed. They were more focused on fighting, and their independent production capabilities were slightly insufficient. If we don’t talk about anything else, let’s talk about the most basic food.
Players who are wildly expanding their territory and rapidly expanding their population cannot be self-sufficient.
Even Su Xingyu’s Yongye Empire is not completely self-sufficient. The self-sufficiency rate in food is only about 50%.
There should have been more, but part of his field was placed on those plane fragments, and when he sold it, he sold it together.
This resulted in a considerable reduction in production.
The fact that we are still able to achieve a 50% self-sufficiency rate has a lot to do with Su Xingyu himself forcing the empire to farm. Otherwise, mining is so profitable, how can we farm?
In the past, like those players who were short of food, he also exchanged crystals for basic supplies such as food.
However, what is different from other players who are short of food is that in addition to food, Su Xingyu can also fill the empire's food gap by using spiritual materials and refining special potions.
Using medicine as food is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious act, but it can also be a life-saving means at critical times.
The disappearance of the system store has instantly put many players into a rather embarrassing situation.
They had thought that after being promoted to the intermediate realm, they would be cut off from information in the elementary realm, but they did not expect that the shop would close.
If there is insufficient food, the population cannot grow rapidly. If the population does not grow, the expansion of the clan's power will slow down, which will cause a series of impacts.
So the first thing many players do when they come to the medium realm is not to explore changes in the environment, but to go to the City of the Gods to find grain traders.
At this time, the benefits of organization are reflected.
Members of the Bloody Dawn can be collected by their "little brothers" in the elementary realm, and they can be traded in the City of Gods every once in a while.
Others have a lot of trouble. Sometimes they have no choice but to buy second-hand grain at high prices.
Although they all have their own small problems, overall, everyone has entered a magical stage.
Weak players have entered the stage of explosive growth. Relying on the terrifying concentration of spiritual energy, they will increase the strength of the clan warriors and fully enter the era of mid-level extraordinary.
Slightly stronger players will enter the extreme stage and convert their accumulation into combat power. They will first have a few sixth-level legions to reach the limit of the family members.
As for the stronger players, they have entered the stage of transformation. While trying to create a seventh-level legion, they are working hard to practice, condense their divinity, and strive to become demigods as soon as possible.
It is foreseeable that the medium realm will remain in this state for a long time to come.
Until the player has the strength to step into the void.
The minimum requirement for setting foot in the void is -
demigod.
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This plane.
A place far away from the Evernight Empire.
Endless sea, isolated islands on the sea.
The terrain on the island is complex and diverse, with steep peaks, deep canyons, winding rivers and vast sandy beaches. The vegetation here is lush, with lush green forests and towering trees reaching into the sky. It is completely unaffected by civilization and reveals the primitive wilderness atmosphere everywhere.
And even in such a wild place far away from the world, human beings still exist.
On the outskirts of the island, there is a small tribe of only a few hundred people, who are struggling to survive here.
The tribe is extremely simple. The outer walls are made of wood and are covered with thorns and thorns. There are also two "watchtowers" on which tribesmen are patrolling at all times.
After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the tribesmen who went out to hunt came back.
They are tall and burly, with well-defined muscles, and look extremely strong.
They are generally two meters tall, wearing animal skin clothes, with various paints on their faces, holding various iron and wood mixed weapons, carrying simply processed prey on their bodies, and rushing toward them with a fierce aura. .
There are only seventeen hunting members in the entire tribe. They are generally young and middle-aged people in the tribe, and they are the most courageous people in the tribe.
According to the classification of extraordinary levels in other places, most of their members have reached the intermediate level, and a few young people are slightly worse, only the third level.
As for the strongest middle-aged man, he has reached the sixth level.
"Uncle Fangs, you are finally back, it's almost dark." Inside the tribe, a sharp-eyed young man spotted them and immediately went to greet them, his face full of excitement.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man with a ring of unknown animal teeth hanging around his neck quickly stepped forward, touched the young man's head, and laughed and said: "Yes, I'm back. I hunted a bloody tiger today. I'll wait for you later." Take care of it, drink tiger meat soup tonight, and give you tiger blood for training tomorrow."
"Okay! I will become as powerful as Brother Shitou, and then I will go out to hunt ferocious beasts with everyone... ..." When the young man heard this, he immediately shouted happily.
"Haha... Then you have to work hard. Your brother Shitou persisted for a whole sunset." A young man in the hunting team said with a smile.
"Okay, Xiaohu, don't stop your Uncle Fang and the others. They are already very tired after a day out. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it later. Let them in first." A middle-aged man The woman rushed over and pulled the boy aside.
After handing the prey to the women in the tribe, the hunting team quickly dispersed. Those who tended to their wounds tended to their wounds, and those who still had energy went back to their houses to rest. Those who still had energy ran to exercise.
The leader of the hunting team, the strongest man in the tribe, a middle-aged man named Tuya, did not rest or exercise, but came to a house in the center of the tribe.
Bang bang...
He knocked lightly on the wooden door. He carefully controlled the force, for fear of accidentally knocking the wooden door.
“Who?” came an old voice from inside.
“It’s me, Lord Sacrifice.”
"Fang, come in."
Fang opened the door and walked in. As soon as he stepped in, there was a strong scent of medicine.
In the room, there were medicine bottles and stone bowls placed everywhere. A gray-haired, slightly old man was concentrating on mixing herbal medicines. Although his hands were covered with wrinkles from the years, they were still Steady, powerful, and skillful movements reveal his superb skills.
Seeing Fang coming in, the old man just raised his head and glanced, then ignored it and continued to focus on tinkering with herbs.
Close the door, Fangs did not rush, and stood quietly aside, watching the old man making the ointment.
After about half an hour, the old man finished it. He raised his head and looked at the fangs: "The hunting did not go well today?"
The old man is the sacrifice of this tribe and the pharmacist of the tribe. , and he is also the oldest member of the tribe and one of the few wise men.
"Well, the strength of those ferocious beasts is getting stronger and stronger. Today, four tribesmen in the hunting team were injured."
The fangs nodded, "The competition in the core area is getting more and more intense. The more intense it gets, many big ferocious beasts have moved to the periphery. If this continues, let alone hunting ferocious beasts, I'm afraid the survival of the tribe will be affected. Master Priest, we should make a decision, either leave here, or..."< br>
“Do you want to believe in that unknown god?” The priest looked seriously and looked at the man and asked.
"Yes."
Fang hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "We have no choice but to leave here. What will happen to the ordinary tribesmen? Even if we are lucky enough to leave alive, where should we go? ?”
Half a year ago, a mysterious being contacted them and wanted them to offer their loyalty and faith, and he would give the tribe divine gifts so that they could survive, develop, and grow.
That mysterious existence calls itself——
Creation.
"Alas..."
The priest sighed, "I am old. The future of the tribe belongs to you young people. You can decide for yourself."
(End of this chapter )