my universe in a bottle.

Chapter 69 Creating Two Extraordinary Races

on the world tree.

Minnis completely restored the World Tree, and began to familiarize himself with and continuously absorb and transform all the gifts of Herodotus.

After relaxing, I found that dozens of days had passed.

"I am the only one who created the gods, so I should continue to create, create race life on the ground, and promote civilization."

He sat on the elven throne and thought, recalling the five realm messages Herodotus left him.

"Life is divided into the first sense of primitive cells, the second sense of perfect consciousness brain, and the third sense of perfect body structure."

"The fourth awakening is to start practicing and build a perfect body before evolving yourself."

"As for the beings on the earth today, if I create perfect consciousness and perfect body for them, wouldn't they be born with three senses?"

He had a whim.

"If the common people on the earth are born with three senses."

"Next, they only need to practice and continue to enter the fourth and fifth awakenings."

"But it limits some potential."

He pondered.

After all, the tall buildings were built on the ground, and I built the first, second, and third floors for them in advance, and fixed the basic direction for them.

For example, if you become an extraordinary race with thunder as its specialty, you can only continue walking like this for the rest of your life.

The racial basis is limited.

"However, the popularity has raised the lower limit, and the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages."

Minnis sat on the throne and continued to deduce, and suddenly heaved a long sigh:

"As the god of creation in this world, I have endowed the world with life, and have the right to set the direction of race, category, lifespan, etc. for the common people in this world."

"My will, the race I created, is the direction of civilization."

He knew the horror in his heart, and every decision he made might determine the rise and fall of the entire world civilization.

Atabia and Herodotus, the torches of civilization of two astounding geniuses, were handed over to him. He didn't want to make a breakthrough and start his own great legend, but only wanted to hold on to the times and keep advancing steadily.

Now is no longer the time for gods to discuss.

He alone has to be responsible for the entire construction of life, and he may fall into some kind of misunderstanding in thinking.

But he had no choice.

As the king of civilization, you must make decisions that you think are right.

"The template of the elves is the talent of divine arts. I will build a body for them that can store a lot of energy and better perform divine arts, and evolve the elves into a life with three senses."

He keeps tidying up.

As for creating a three-sense race of thunder?

Minnis has no such plan yet.

Because this structure is too strong!
Without a certain amount of wisdom, ordinary people practice, and they are close to death. It is not suitable for popularization, and it can be used as a general template.

Secondly, if this power is controlled by others, it will affect one's own rule too much.

Thunder is the power of the gods.

The exclusive artifact that matches Thunder's talent, the six-thorn crown of thorns, can use electromagnetic waves-the god's net, to perceive the bottom of the entire world tree.

The strength of this power has been proved by Herodotus.

With the fourth sense, you can feel all kinds of electromagnetic waves in the air, linking to the infinite network, and the five senses, and all kinds of ingenious electric shock magic, which are enough to ignite the World Tree and destroy the entire world.

This template is currently the strongest, God Himself uses it!

"The elves set up a system of divine arts to perform a variety of divine arts. How should the martial arts system of the human race evolve?"

He pondered.

The elves follow the road of divine talent, which can be diversified.

After all, as long as you hold an elf law code, which contains the gene sequence of the giant god, catalyzes partial body organs, comes out to fight the enemy, and even summons skeletons and vines.
But the human race is different.

They rely on themselves to practice martial arts, mainly using fist and foot weapons.

For example, if you uniformly add the "swift" genetic talent to the human race, wouldn't the entire human race only be able to practice this type of martial arts?
"It's too dull and has no potential."

He kept thinking, "The human race is the second favorite created by the old gods in the sky, the protagonist of the earth, and should have great potential."

As the creator god of this world, creating extraordinary races for this world is extremely complicated and requires consideration of many details.

The race is not strong, how to deduce the extraordinary in this world, and constantly promote civilization?
However, he also quickly thought of a solution to human martial arts:

Load blood talent.

To put it simply, it is to leave a space for DNA equipment at the end of the gene of the race. Whatever talent you want, you can equip this genetic talent yourself.

"What kind of martial arts talent you want to cultivate, you can decide for yourself."

His thoughts flowed, and his brain quickly mobilized inspiration,

"When the practice reaches a certain period, go to the human castle temple, awaken the blood knight talent, and install the blood talent totems of 'swift', 'strength' and 'iron arm' that you want to choose, and you can determine the direction of your life's practice."

"In this way, even if the martial arts framework of their race is fixed, their potential is much greater because of the loading structure! This race can be diversified!"

He suddenly smiled.

"Human race, practice the bloodline totem martial arts system."

"The totem martial arts system, among the human race, the totem shaman, helps to create each totem god pattern, enriches the bloodline talent background of the race, and has unlimited potential!"

Soon, this voice resounded through the human tribes of the earth.

In the past, martial arts were nothing more than crude embryos of human tribes. Today, the gods in the world bestowed extraordinary powers on the human race. Martial arts flourished completely, and the era of totems began.

In every era, there will be a creator god who leads civilization and life evolution.

Now the new god has proved his strength.

The entire land, elves and humans, gradually began to believe in this new god of creation, who would lead them to a new era.

An invisible rippling electromagnetic wave covers the earth, sensing the various life scenes on the ground.

"Great, the new god is too powerful."

"Yes."

"As expected of the supreme existence of our world, the God of Creation who created humans and elves."

Hearing that all beings on the ground recognized him, Minnis felt relieved, feeling that no matter how tired a person is, he will be rewarded.

"They are happy."

Minnis had listened to the sound of the earth, and the ripples directly penetrated the crystal wall and entered the silver chaos.

But Minnis was outside the crystal wall, and could no longer sense the vast eyes of God and the six-thorned crown of God described by Herodotus.

"After this battle, nothing can be seen, and there is silence in the chaos."

He frowned.

"According to the information left by the ancient abyssal monarch, too many civilizations before us were destroyed and turned into waves of the times."

"The Giant God King of the Enshige Giant Dynasty, the Black Mirror Queen of the Ashes King City, and the demigod Geer of the Sky Kingdom." He whispered these corners of the vast ancient mysterious history, with great awe in his heart.

He still remembered the words of that terrifying ancient demon lord.

If it weren't for Herodotus' outstanding performance in front of him, the civilization of this era would probably be destroyed quickly, and he didn't deserve to know the name he passed through the eras: Nokron.

Herodotus is gone.

I am left to move forward in confusion, with awe and fear.

Ugh.

A melodious sigh.

The handsome side face of this elven god king is impeccably perfect, he is wearing a golden robe, and his sleeves are suddenly blown up by an invisible breeze, "Can I really lead civilization down? "

(End of this chapter)