"How, are the survivors still struggling in vain?"

Sitting on the seat in the central spire Hall of the magic fortress, the boy held his chin and appreciated the planet he had destroyed with his own hands, without raising his head.

Since he got the secret about his life experience from the prophet, he not only did not show any abnormality, but continued to return to the expeditionary army to fulfill his accusations and obligations.

With the defeat of the thirteen "kings", the world has lost its last means of defense. Whether it is the spreading infectious curse or the darentes who release their anger, it is enough to completely destroy the remaining lives.

At the same time, all kinds of large magic puppets have also been made for the predatory exploitation of those precious and important resources.

In particular, non renewable and deeply buried mineral resources will be continuously sent back to the parent star for further deep processing after simple treatment.

When the assembly line of plundering and mining was fully started, the boy could even hear the sad cry of the world.

There is no doubt that this is the Revenge of the typical darente, which must be paid for the destruction of the last expeditionary army in the world.

"Yes, your excellency, commander. Those remaining guys hid behind a canyon fortress and thought they could survive the catastrophe by virtue of natural danger." a cruel and cunning smile appeared on the face of the deformer leader standing aside.

Needless to ask, his men must have infiltrated into it long ago. They can create panic and chaos at any time, and even open the city gate to let in a few guys infected with the curse.

But the boy obviously didn\'t intend to do so. Instead, he asked with interest, "how many people do they have left?"

"About 500000 to 600000. A small number are children, but there are no old people." the leader of the shaper gave a relatively accurate figure without thinking.

"In that case, let them live. Send casters to forge several walls more than 50 meters high for them, and then preach that this is the salvation from the gods." the boy ordered carelessly.

"You mean... Captive them? Let them think we are gods!" a strange light flashed in the eyes of the shapeshifter leader, who suddenly realized the purpose of doing so.

There is no doubt that as a planet almost completely destroyed by the infectious curse, most of the land can no longer be planted and cultivated. Only that Canyon can barely feed a part of the population.

This means that, limited by food, water and other resources, the survivors have lost the foundation for developing civilization again and can only stay behind the wall. Even if the population recovers to a certain extent in the future, they can only send the surplus population out to die to ensure that internal contradictions will not lead to the collapse of order.

you \'re right!

They will be kept in captivity like livestock such as cattle and sheep, and become the toys for darente\'s recreation in the future.

In the eyes of the shapeshifter leader, his commander should conquer the world not only physically, but also mentally.

grim!

unfeeling!

Cruel!

He really can\'t think of why a teenager should have such a vicious mind.

When I didn\'t see several darentes around who were always famous for their cruelty and cunning, I couldn\'t help but show a creepy expression.

The boy obviously saw through the minds of these people in the hall and nodded with a smile: "yes! From today on, we are their gods, their demons, their beliefs, and the objects of their fear and despair. Control! I want the expeditionary army to be the controller of their destiny."

"I see! I\'ll do it right away." the leader of the deformer saluted and turned away without saying a word.

He knew that he could not ask any more, otherwise God knew what would be waiting for him next.

Shortly after he walked out of the gate on his front foot, a darente woman in charge of communication came in quickly from the side door of the steeple and reported in a slightly nervous voice: "commander, I have just received a message."

"Oh? Is it from the home star?" the boy turned and glanced.

"No! It\'s from another isolated world, and it\'s also one of the first worlds we conquered." the woman offered her hands with a slate recording information.

"Another isolated world? They don\'t use their precious resources to contact the parent star, but they still want to send me messages..." the boy muttered to himself with a strange face, and took the slate to read the information stored in it.

When his fingers came into contact with the slate, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his careless expression suddenly became serious.

After a full minute, he asked, "who else has read this information? Who else knows?"

"You\'re the first one besides me," Darren\'s woman responded quickly.

Although it is impossible for her to know what happened 12 years ago, she also knows that it is absolutely unusual.

"Very good! As a reward, you can die!"

The voice just fell!

The boy directly released a terrible magic energy and squeezed the darente woman into meat patties. At the same time, the slate in his hand was crushed.

The sudden change not only showed an incredible light in the eyes of the dead woman, but also strained the nerves of the guards around who were responsible for guarding, showing their alert expressions one by one.

But the boy was obviously not in the mood to pay attention to them. He stood up straight from his chair and shouted, "inform the caster Corps immediately and prepare for ultra long-distance transmission. Within three days, open a portal to world 2 for me."

"What... What? World two?" a male caster subconsciously opened his mouth.

You know, as the first few conquered places, world 2 has not many valuable resources, so the level of recovery and transmission is very low.

He couldn\'t understand what was worth wasting a lot of resources and energy to clean up those difficult energy storms in such an extremely barren world.

"Follow my orders! Don\'t ask why!"

With that, the boy stepped down the steps and stood in front of each other, releasing a strong sense of oppression that could not be described in words.

At the moment, he was like an invincible giant in the eyes of male spell casters, so that he couldn\'t breathe at all.

"I... I see!"

With these words squeezed out of his mouth, he immediately felt that suffocating oppression disappeared