Building a city?
"Lord Mark!"
The lower-ranking god of the Quill Tribe saw Mark fall from the sky and quickly flew over to help him out of the deep pit.
By this time, Mark had regained consciousness, but he was seriously injured and needed support to even walk. He looked at Roy with a slightly fearful gaze.
Of course, there was also a hint of disbelief in his eyes, as Roy's strength was truly extraordinary.
To achieve the rank of a middle-ranking god within a thousand years of becoming a god, and to do so by fusing the obscure laws, his power was comparable to that of a normal high-ranking god. What kind of monster was he?
"Lord Laurent, Lord Roy is very powerful. I am no match for him. I have been seriously injured in this battle and need to return to the tribe for healing. I will not stay here any longer."
After bidding farewell to Laurent with great effort, Mark glanced at Roy in the sky and was led by his lower-ranking gods back towards the Quill Tribe.
With the addition of the second high-ranking god from the Morgan Tribe, the Quill Tribe became the largest tribe in a radius of millions of miles. They had to make a decision.
Should they move away from here and find a new place to develop, or should they join the Morgan Tribe to build a "city" together? The matter needed to be decided by the chief of the tribe.
"This…"
Roy watched as the people of the Quill Tribe flew away and knew that this confrontation had basically come to an end.
Charles of the Zacharias tribe is stronger than Quiluo, but his strength is also limited. Unless Charles fully comprehends the six arcane laws of the fire system and becomes an upper god, he would not be foolish enough to come and fight with Roy.
"Mr. Laurent, on behalf of the Zacharias tribe, Charles congratulates the Morgan tribe for adding another high-level combat power that can rival the upper gods. Just now, Lord Fred told me that there is an urgent matter in the tribe, so I will take my leave."
Sure enough, when Roy landed in the square from the sky, Charles also bid farewell to Laurent Morgan. The lower gods from other tribes also followed suit.
"Mr. Laurent, what's going on with them?"
Seeing these people leave, Roy was somewhat puzzled.
Hell is one of the four great supreme planes and is home to countless strong beings above the sanctuary level.
Because life is endless, the pace of life is very slow.
It is normal for a banquet to last for two or three years.
It is rare for visitors to leave when the banquet has just begun and not even finished on the first day.
"Hahaha, you don't know about this, Roy."
Laurent laughed and waved his hand, conjuring up an extra chair next to him for Roy to sit on.
This scene did not raise objections from the two middle gods and four lower gods in the Morgan tribe.
In Hell, the strong are respected. Roy has already proven with his strength that he possesses the power of an upper god, naturally granting him the status of an upper god.
"Although Hell has a hundred and eight mansions established by the main god to manage the order of Hell, Hell is vast and cannot be managed solely by these one hundred and eight mansion lords."
"So, under the Fu Lord, there are major city lords who assist in managing the underworld."
"For billions of years, everyone has accepted this model."
"If one can govern and manage a territory of millions of miles for over a hundred thousand years, they can establish a small town."
"If one can govern and manage a territory of trillions of miles for billions of years, they can establish a medium-sized city."
"If one can govern and manage a territory of trillions of trillions of miles for billions of years, they can establish a large city and directly lead under the Fu Lord."
"The Zacharias tribe, the Kuehler tribe, and our Morgan tribe have been governing this territory of millions of miles for over three hundred thousand years. However, the strength of our three tribes is not significantly different, and no one can surpass the other two major tribes. This matter of building cities has been dragged on like this."