Chapter 181

Upon reaching adulthood, they can possess a Rank 3 strength.

This is what constitutes an upper-tier lower-rank creature.

They are already relatively close to mid-rank creatures.

Therefore—

only the Silver Centaur Tribe could produce three Shi Shi-level beings.

"The God of Strength?"

Li Yue, expressionless, said calmly:

"How many believers can you send to fight?"

Joyce's lips curled into a slight arc, her red lips parting lightly:

"A thousand Rank 4 Great Swordsmen."

"Oh?"

Li Yue looked at Joyce in surprise.

A thousand Rank 4 Great Swordsmen?

It seems.

that True God of the Undead.

had indeed granted this subordinate god of his a vast amount of divine power back then.

And furthermore, he had given a Rank 4 Great Swordsman profession altar!

Besides uttering a few sighs.

that the True God of the Undead was a good person.

what else could he say?

"Have them gather in Gwush City."

he instructed.

"Yes, Divine Lord!"

Joyce bowed and said.

Then she slowly vanished.

Li Yue's gaze turned outward.

He paid no attention to the various tribes' believers still kneeling on the ground.

He had asked Kalim to promote him to the fifth transformation, a demigod; during this short half-year of seclusion.

the mined mithril was delivered.

Then—

he headed for the City of Gods.

There stood a Black Moon Elf Mother Tree.

If he did not quickly find a way.

to create a few Black Moon Elves.

it would truly be a waste of heaven's resources!

Black Moon Elves are not only terrifying in strength.

As upper-rank elves.

even their appearance belongs to the most exquisite level among the elf races.

Of course.

Li Yue valued only their strength.

And only on the foundation of possessing great strength.

could one then consider the matter of appearance.

This is not merely his own thought.

The vast majority of gods.

share this same mindset.

The Moon Elf race is also very beautiful.

But—

Moon Elves are merely lower-rank creatures.

Even if one hundred of the most beautiful were presented.

no god would be willing to trade them for a single most ferocious dragon.

Strength.

is the only truth.

"However, Black Moon Elves are a race where strength and beauty coexist..."

Li Yue revealed a slight smile.

Believers with strength.

and also with beauty.

this is perfection!

Inside a coffee shop.

he met the Goddess of Light, Venus, for the third time.

This goddess was, as always.

Clad in a white divine robe, his expression was indifferent.

With no emotion on his beautiful face, he gazed quietly at Li Yue:

"How much this time?"

"Thirteen hundred kilograms."

Li Yue smiled, caring not at all.

"It seems you truly obtained a mithril mine."

Goddess of Light Venus spoke slowly.

"That is correct."

Li Yue did not deny it.

It was not merely obtaining a mithril mine.

How else could he produce so much mithril?

Even if he did not admit it.

It would serve no purpose.

And—

Although a mithril mine is precious.

It is only so for demigods.

In the eyes of true deities.

A mithril mine.

Is merely a trifle.

"You are very lucky."

Venus's face still showed little expression.

"I think so too."

Li Yue smiled.

Both sides completed the transaction quickly.

Li Yue's account gained one billion five hundred sixty million faith power.

Walking to the private room door.

Venus suddenly turned and said:

"Are you interested in exploring a lower plane?"

"A lower plane?"

Li Yue's body shuddered, and he asked in surprise.