There are orcs plundering in the north, undead natural disasters in the east, elves killing orders in the west, and abyss demons in the south.
The human empire? Sorry, the city gate is only open to nobles.
Lin Yan, the little paicai who had just traveled through time, looked at his shabby territory and was silent for three seconds.
"Okay, then build one yourself."
Broken tent → wooden wall → stone wall fortress → steel fortress!
Black Iron Militia → Bronze Warriors → Silver Elites → Golden Guards!
With the equal-value prayer system in hand, you can ask for whatever you want. The talent of being born towards death is with you, and every time you die, your territory becomes stronger.
The orcs are coming? Thousands of arrows were fired from the city wall. The undead are coming? The holy light formation crushed him.
"Lord! Are you going out to die again?!" Bart, the old butler, cried and hiccupped.
Lin Yan pulled out his sword without looking back.
"When I come back, Shuguang Village will have to change its name again."
"Change it to what?"
"Empire of Dawn."
Black Iron → Bronze → Silver → Gold → Epic → Legend → Demigod.
He has to climb up the seven steps step by step with all his life, and finally become a true god.
He wants the flag of the human race to cover every inch of the Aize continent!
