Supergod Civilization Game

"Children, the great Lord of Gray Mist, the King of Endless Tide, the Lord of the Seven Seas, are watching us!"

"It is time to show our valor and kill these heretics!"

On the broad shoal, Lin Xiao, standing around 1.78 meters tall, kicked off hard, blasting up a ring of fine sand. Gripping a bone blade with a wooden handle in each hand, he leaped high into the air. He twisted nimbly in midair to evade an incoming bone fork, then drove one blade viciously into the protruding eye of a Lobsterfolk before him. His strength, far beyond that of an ordinary person, plunged the blade deep into its eye socket and cut through its shell, splitting open the Lobsterfolk's head armor on the spot. Yellow and red brain matter sprayed everywhere before being swept into the sea by the rising tide.

He kicked the Lobsterfolk corpse away, and a series of strange cries came from behind him.

"Praise the Lord of Gray Mist! Kill these heretics!"

A large group of Gray Mist Fishmen, only around 1.1 to 1.2 meters tall and childlike in stature, their bodies covered in tiny gray scales, rushed past him. Waving all kinds of fish forks and bone forks, they charged howling toward the remaining nine Lobsterfolk at the other end of the beach.

Compared to the child-sized Greyscale Fishmen, these Lobsterfolk stood around 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall and were covered in thick shells. Whether in size or defense, they completely outclassed them.

Unfortunately, there were too few of them. Seventy or eighty Greyscale Fishmen swarmed forward together. Even ants could bite an elephant to death.

Lin Xiao did not stand idle either. After catching his breath, he quickly followed. He accelerated for several steps, rushed to the edge of one encirclement, and shouted, "Move aside!"

Several Greyscale Fishmen split apart in tacit understanding. Using the momentum of his leap, Lin Xiao pounced forward, viciously stabbed through the Lobsterfolk's hard shell, then quickly pulled back and retreated. The surrounding Greyscale Fishmen immediately rushed in.

Without even stopping to catch his breath, Lin Xiao raced toward another Lobsterfolk. Halfway there, he abruptly changed direction and hurled the bone blade in his hand from afar, striking a Lobsterfolk being surrounded on the other side and saving a Murloc who had nearly been skewered to death.

But the wounded Lobsterfolk went berserk, wildly stabbing in every direction. It actually pierced a Greyscale Fishman through the head, the bone spike sinking more than ten centimeters into its skull.

"Damn it! Another one died."

Lin Xiao cursed inwardly, feeling powerless in the face of his Kinfolk's pitiful combat ability.

Still, frustration was frustration. He steadied himself and charged in again. Relying on combat strength and skill far beyond those of his kin, he killed another two Lobsterfolk, wounded two more, and rescued his allies seven times. It took a full half hour, and at the cost of six dead and eight wounded despite those seven rescues, to kill the remaining Lobsterfolk one by one.

When the last Lobsterfolk was killed, the Gray Mist Fishmen cheered and pounced on the Lobsterfolk corpses. One impatient Fishman grabbed a severed Lobsterfolk arm and tried to bite into it, only for Lin Xiao to send it flying headfirst into the sand with a backhanded punch.

He did not pay any attention to the Fishman. Instead, he grabbed a Lobsterfolk corpse, held it high overhead, and roared toward the sky.

"The great Lord of Gray Mist has granted us the power to defeat our enemies! Tonight, we will sacrifice these spoils to the great Lord of Gray Mist!"

A Gray Mist Fishman immediately echoed loudly, "Praise the Lord of Gray Mist!"

This was Big Head, the one with the highest level of faith among all the Kinfolk.

After saying that, Lin Xiao dragged the Lobsterfolk corpse toward the other end of the beach. As he walked, he silently thought, Open the panel.

A light screen visible only to him immediately appeared before his eyes, displaying a series of data.

Deity Interface:

Username: Lin Xiao (Citizen ID: txwd542154895147)

True Name: Cyberlex Meyer.

Divine Name: Lord of Gray Mist, King of Endless Tide, Lord of the Seven Seas.

Divine Rank: None. Divine Profession: None. Divinity: 1.

Divine Fire: Not ignited.

Divine Power: 1.

Divine Transcendent Power: Tide Calling.

Divine Domain: Sea of Grey Mist.

Sect: Fishmen Ancestral God.

Believers: Gray Mist Fishmen.

Class: None.

Faith Points: 14,425.

"Not bad."

Lin Xiao's gaze skipped directly over the first few lines and landed on the Faith Points at the bottom. Compared to the previous 14,347 points, it had increased by around seventy or eighty points.

Then, with a thought, he selected the Sect Interface beneath the panel. The light screen flickered, and a second panel opened.

Sect Interface:

Sect: Fishmen Ancestral God

Holy Symbol: A fork-wielding Fishman surrounded by seawater. Faith: Ancestor Worship (Primitive Religion).

Chosen One: Not selected. (Requires 100 Divine Power.) Divine Spells: Level 1 Underwater Breathing, Level 1 Underwater Acceleration, Level 1 Seawater Essence.

Priest: Not selected. Believers: 1 Fanatic Believer, 14 Devout Believers, 33 True Believers, 59 Nominal Believers.

"Two more True Believers. Not bad."

Lin Xiao smacked his lips and looked at another racial interface.

Race Interface:

Race: Gray Mist Fishmen

Type: Demi-human. Rank: Low-tier race.

Class: None. Talent: Underwater Breathing.

Skills: None.

Specialties: Basic Swimming. Constitution: 0.6 (An adult human: 1 point.) Strength: 0.5 (Even an eighty-year-old man's brief burst of strength might surpass yours.) Agility: 0.4/1.1 (Land/Water).

Spirit: 0.4 (Even genetic mutation could never make you a spellcaster.) Evaluation: An extremely weak aquatic race.

There was nothing worth seeing on the racial interface. Lin Xiao had looked at it countless times already, and it had not changed in the slightest over the years. The troop statistics panel, however, held a pleasant surprise. Of the 107 Gray Mist Fishmen, two displayed yellow plus signs. This meant they had accumulated enough combat experience and could be upgraded.

He immediately focused his consciousness on the two Fishmen marked with yellow plus signs. In his eyes, a faint illusory glow appeared over the two Fishmen behind him, instantly distinguishing them from the others.

"I'll promote them when we get back!"

Lin Xiao was delighted, and his gloom over losing seven Kinfolk earlier faded considerably.

Life and death were fated; wealth and honor were up to heaven. For such a weak race, dying in battle was commonplace. It had taken Lin Xiao only half a year to go from carefully watching over them, terrified that they might die, to becoming accustomed to it.

At the end of the beach less than a thousand meters from the battlefield stood a Murloc tribe. The Gray Mist Fishmen crushed shells together with sea sand, mixed in pulverized scraps of fish flesh and blood from their catches, and used the mixture to build houses structured from sea sand.

Of course, this was not something the Fishmen had thought up. With the Gray Mist Fishmen's pitiful brain capacity, how could they possibly come up with such ideas? Naturally, it had been conceived by the wise, mighty, handsome Lord of Gray Mist, Lord Lin Xiao himself. He had imparted it to himself in the name of a god, then passed it on to the Gray Mist Fishmen.

When they returned to the tribe, more than a dozen elderly and crippled Fishmen who had remained behind happily came forward and carried the spoils back into the tribe. That night, under Lin Xiao's direction, they held a "grand" sacrificial ceremony.

"Great Lord of Gray Mist, King of Endless Tide, Lord of the Seven Seas."

"Creator of all things in the world, Supreme One, Spreader of Civilization."

"Creator and ancestor of the Gray Mist Fishmen."

Even though he had recited this many times already, Lin Xiao still felt a little embarrassed when he reached this part.

But when he thought about how this concerned the faith of his Kinfolk, he gritted his teeth, endured the embarrassment, and continued. "Great existence who shelters us and allows us to survive and multiply."

"Cyberlex."

"We offer up these sacrifices, along with our devout faith."

At this point, Lin Xiao suddenly raised his voice and pleaded in a booming tone that ordinary Fishmen could hardly produce, "Great Lord of Gray Mist above, please accept these sacrifices and grant our brave warriors even greater power!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a Lobsterfolk corpse beside him and threw it onto the Altar. More than a dozen Murloc Warriors, stronger than their companions, lifted the Lobsterfolk corpses and carried them onto the Altar. Then Lin Xiao picked up a Bone Staff and, with a fanatical expression, began performing his self-created Maori War Dance.

Influenced by him, the Gray Mist Fishmen around the Altar also began dancing their familiar war dance around it.

At that moment, the Murloc Chieftain, who had been dancing the war dance with the same fanatical expression as a Fanatic Believer, suddenly froze before returning to normal. Yet on a level no one could perceive, a golden light containing an enigmatic aura shot into the sky. Above the tribe, it transformed into a golden humanoid phantom in the likeness of a handsome human youth.

A layer of mysterious power enveloped the golden phantom, making it hazy and impossible to see clearly.

Lin Xiao swept his gaze around. His Divine Domain, five kilometers long, 3.5 kilometers wide, and one kilometer high, could be seen through at a glance. The vast Divine Domain was silent in the night, with only the Gray Mist Fishman tribe showing a few lights and making a few sounds.

This tiny tribe of just over a hundred was all of Lin Xiao's Kinfolk. There were only twelve Level 1 Murloc Warriors and ninety-five Level 0 Murlocs in total.

Well, there was also the Lord of Gray Mist himself, personally filling in as the Tribal Chieftain—a powerful Fishman standing around 1.78 meters tall, a giant in the eyes of the other Gray Mist Fishmen.

"Open the Race Interface!"

The familiar light screen appeared. Lin Xiao expertly found the troop statistics interface, located the two Level 0 Gray Mist Fishmen marked with yellow plus signs, and tapped them with a fingertip glowing faintly gold. Two hundred Faith Points vanished, and the two Level 0 Gray Mist Fishmen were promoted into Level 1 Grey Mist Warriors.

For him, it was only a matter of tapping once. In reality, however, two golden lights flew from the Holy Symbol at the center of the Altar and struck the two Fishmen cheering around it. The next second, the two Gray Mist Fishmen suddenly let out roars, their bodies growing at a visible rate.

In less than ten seconds, the two Fishmen grew from 1.1 meters to somewhere between 1.2 and 1.3 meters tall. They stood a head taller than their kin and were much stronger, while the scales on their bodies darkened, granting them greater defense.

After a brief daze, the two newly promoted Murloc Warriors came to their senses. They immediately knelt before the Holy Symbol representing the Lord of Gray Mist on the Altar and frantically cried out words of praise.

High in the sky, Lin Xiao directly filtered out the praises he had heard so many times that he was sick of them. What concerned him now was that the Faith Threads representing the two Fishmen in his Sea of Consciousness had thickened again. They had changed from True Believers into Devout Believers, and the Faith Points they provided had risen from 0.2 points per day to 1 point per day—a full fivefold increase.

Moreover, because they had witnessed their kin being granted power and promoted by the Lord of Gray Mist right before their eyes, fifteen True Believers and three additional Devout Believers were born.

With that, the number of Devout Believers among Lin Xiao's Kinfolk instantly reached nineteen, while the number of True Believers reached forty-three. The Faith Points they provided each day increased by another sizable amount.

This was the main reason he did not promote them on the spot, but instead waited until the sacrificial ceremony. What better way was there to increase a believer's faith than personally displaying a divine miracle? Though this was not actually a divine miracle, merely an ordinary troop promotion, as a professional God-Sealing Game player, this kind of operation had already become instinctive.

Satisfied, Lin Xiao closed the panel and gave one last glance to his Divine Domain. With a thought, he transformed into a streak of golden light, shot into the sky, and disappeared.