At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Golden ripples spread across the land, and the 'spiritual remains' that resembled a fungal carpet on the ground kept disappearing. The land, which was already sparse in soil, continued to thicken, and fertile soil gradually covered the rocky ground.

The dazed Kloni felt the ground beneath her feet constantly undulating. She looked down and quickly moved her feet away. Bright green shoots were breaking through the soil beneath her feet.

Chapter 246: The Holy Communion Vessel, Killing All the Divine Race Would Not Be Unjust

Miracles covering half the continent were born in human settlements.

The gentle sunlight, which had not shone on the earth for tens of thousands of years, shone straight down, and the dark red clouds kept dissipating from the eastern continent and part of the central region of the Lucia continent. The size of this area has exceeded that of the Xia Kingdom.

Everyone in the various ethnic groups who were migrating and dependent on the environment for survival couldn't help but look up, their eyes filled with awe.

"This is the blue and white sky, and the warm golden sunlight, that the settlement has passed down by word of mouth before the great battle."

Before the various races on this land could react, they saw green spreading from the horizon, and by the time they fully came to their senses, the green had already reached their feet.

Those were tender green shoots sprouting from the earth, and the land that was originally covered with a thick layer of 'spirit remains' had turned into fertile black soil.

The tender shoots that emerge from the fertile soil grow at a visible rate, flowering and producing grass seeds.

"Grass, grass seeds..."

A member of a migrating orc settlement swallowed hard as he looked at the densely packed grass seeds, and couldn't help but reach out and grab a handful, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Go, go faster!" the settlement leader shouted with difficulty, while also grabbing the grass seeds around him and stuffing them into his pocket.

"We transplanted the grass while picking the seeds, picking as many as we could."

The harsh environment was transformed into fertile land in the blink of an eye. This was the home prepared by the creator of the human race for the human race, just as the forest prepared by the creator of the forest elves for the forest elves.

Beautiful, bountiful, and full of food, but deadly to them, they dared not linger and had to flee quickly, not knowing what would happen if they were too slow.

However, taking some edible grass seeds with you when you leave shouldn't be a problem, since they're just grass seeds.

Currently, there are not many races that need to rely on food to survive. They are only humans, orcs, marines, goblins, and forest elves. However, goblins and forest elves have much lower food requirements than the other three.

The orcs, who were no better than the previous humans, accelerated their migration, but they kept stealing anything edible along the way. If they had time, they would have even dug up grass roots to take with them.

Orcs are physically stronger than humans, and therefore need to consume more food.

The miracles didn't end there. After the blue sky, white clouds, and green earth appeared, insects, rabbits, and all sorts of animals on Earth were continuously created.

A vast freshwater lake appeared on the verdant land in front of the humans of the Rick settlement, and continued to expand, soon becoming a calm inland sea, where schools of fish leaped out of the water with splashing sounds.

Rick snapped out of his daze, outwardly calm but inwardly deeply shocked, and filled with supreme reverence for the Creator, as he looked around.

Looking around at the living land created by the Creator, the endless grasslands are filled with butterflies, flowers, and grasses. A large group of white horned animals are running around, and small white and gray animals with long ears are peeking out from under the grass. There seems to be a forest in the distance, and to the east of the huge lake in front of us is a golden field that stretches for who knows how far.

A sweet, plant-like fragrance wafted on the breeze, a scent he had only smelled in his childhood—the aroma of ripe wheat.

Our creator, God, not only created the environment for us, but also provided us with inexhaustible fresh water and boundless wheat fields.

Is this what it feels like to be loved by your own god?

It's like a loving father carefully caring for his child.

After doing all this, Los Saint slowly descended from the sky, his feet landing on the grass with a soft rustling sound.

This land, which occupies two-fifths of the continent of Lucia, is filled with his aura and has become his domain. Without his permission, any concept will be weakened here.

Even though there is a vast forest here, the Forest God, who is the embodiment of the forest, cannot make the forest his power.

"Lord Creator."

Rick snapped out of his daze and immediately knelt on one knee, bowing his head.

Twelve thousand people knelt on one knee, filled with boundless reverence.

The only one standing was the machine-type girl, Shuvi, whose head was covered by a hood, not far behind Rick.

“Richard, let’s rebuild civilization right here,” Los Saint said with a smile.

"Yes, Creator." Rick raised his head and said solemnly. At this moment, he did not feel any pressure in the face of such a heavy responsibility. On the contrary, he was full of energy.

As long as no one else dies and everyone can survive, then no matter what the responsibility or difficulty, it is not a problem for him.

Difficulties can always be solved, only despair cannot be solved, and now, despair is gone too.

Los Saint glanced at Chronie behind Rick and pointed casually.

hum~

A divine eye appeared in front of her.

"You deserve it."

Meanwhile, similar things were happening in other human settlements that were on their way: every human leader and every person who made outstanding contributions to preserving the human race received the 'Eye of God'.

This world has neither his 'world order' nor 'world tree', so the 'Eye of God' must be issued by him personally.

"Creator, I will certainly not let you down." Chroni held the Eye of God in her hands. She knew what it was; it was a reward that only children recognized by the Creator could receive.

If one is willing to shoulder the responsibility for the future of the human race and obtain the 'Eye of God', then one will definitely be able to obtain incomprehensible power like that of the Skywing Race and the Machine Race.

Some people couldn't help but raise their heads, their eyes full of encouragement and expectation, without any negative emotions such as jealousy. They were only happy and offered their blessings when their companions received the Creator's reward.

Now they have only one thought in their minds: to rebuild their home under the protection of the Creator and under Rick's leadership.

Los Santos disappeared from human sight, and it took them a long time to stand up and surround Rick and Chronie, with endless things to say to each other.

"Rick, you even have patterns on your eyes now. Have you reached the sixth rank? Is it true that a sixth-rank person can possess power comparable to a Skywing race?"

"You're truly something, Rick. You deserve to be the leader of our human race."

"Yes, our leader, please tell us what to do now. We don't want to wait a moment longer."

"Yeah, I have inexhaustible strength right now. I feel like I could kill any demon with a single punch."

"Hehehe, our human race's creator is the strongest. Look at the beautiful holy marks on the back of my hand."

"What are you so smug about? The Creator has just left. If you make the Creator unhappy, you'll be punished by having to do the work of two people."

"Rick, what do we need to do next?" Chronie asked expectantly.

“Rick, I’ll help you.” Shubi took off her hood.

"Thank you all for trusting me so much." Rick's lips curled up slightly, his heart burning with a fire, and he said with a spirited yet frightening calm, "Our most important task right now is to explore the surrounding environment that the Creator has created for us."

"Then we split into three groups: women and children helped harvest the wheat over there so that everyone could have enough energy for the plans to come."

"The second group of people naturally went to scout out which spot by the lake was suitable for building a town. After the scout was done, the strong men began to build houses."

"Then the third wave is the armed forces formed by men who have reached the third rank or above and are skilled in combat, to protect the settlements and bring back their compatriots who have come to this land." Rick pointed to his head with his index finger.

"Each of us has been given the knowledge most suitable for us by the Creator: construction, agriculture, science, and at the same time, each of us has a cultivation method."

"What we lack is only combat experience and skills."

"While protecting the settlement's production and construction, those who have acquired knowledge of magic, mechanical arts, science, and so on must thoroughly understand these skills."

"Forest elves possess magic, goblins possess forging, and we humans also have magical technology," Rick said with immense confidence.

"Moreover, I am already comparable to the Skywing species at only the sixth level. There are still the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels to come."

"We humans are absolutely the strongest race. When we were weak, we learned the survival wisdom of the weak, and now we have the sharp teeth and claws of the strong."

Rick's unconscious speech ignited everyone's passion, shattering much of their past feelings of inferiority due to their weakness and filling them with pride instead.

"Everyone, listen to my instructions and begin the first step of the plan."

Rick explained his plan to everyone in the settlement, and then quickly divided the tasks, with remarkable efficiency.

The extraordinary individuals possessing holy marks found the ore and began crafting tools by hand, using fire elemental power to separate steel, and using rock elemental power to create molds...

Soon a large pile of tools such as sickles, hammers, and shovels were produced.

The women, with their children, excitedly harvested the golden wheat. Having survived in such a precarious environment for so long, this was the first time they had ever seen so much grain.

Men below the third rank began building houses on the lake shore they found. Digging and breaking stones was an easy task for modern humans.

Every human being is at least an Awakener. Once awakened, their physical attributes double, and most possess abilities. Those who obtain Sacred Marks can further accelerate their efficiency. In particular, those who possess Rock Element Sacred Marks are born with a natural infrastructure-building physique, directly gathering soil and rock to form bricks and stones.

Time flies, and before we knew it, the sun had set. Countless stars appeared in the night sky, insects began to chirp, and fireflies flew out of the grass, making the fireflies and stars shine together.

Although less than a day has passed, the outline of a small town capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people has already appeared on the shore of the lake.

A large area in the middle of the town has been left with deep foundations dug out, which was specifically reserved for the construction of a temple to their creator god.

On the grassy area next to the town, bonfires were lit one after another, with iron pots placed on them. Women were happily kneading dough around the fires, men were grinding wheat into flour, and children were catching fireflies with laughter.

Other men were fishing in the lake to provide meat for the villagers.

"Rick is back!" a little boy shouted from the earthen mound to the adults who were cooking.

"Rick has returned with lots and lots of people!"

Everyone immediately looked in the direction the child was pointing.

A long dragon of torches was rapidly approaching.

"Rick is really amazing, he found his fellow countrymen so quickly."

"It looks like the number has exceeded five thousand. Our homeland is strong again."

Some of the men who had finished their work rushed to greet them.

"My leader, Lord Rick, we are all in your care from now on. Please give us any orders you may have." A fifth-tier superhuman looked at the large human army cooking in the distance and said with great enthusiasm, patting his chest.

“Zarro, our human population is still too small. We must unite. We cannot disappoint our Creator,” Rick said solemnly to Zaro. This was a human settlement he had encountered when he explored the edge of the green land, and they were also on their way here.

"Of course! Who would let our Creator down? Would they still be human? I will never allow it!" Zarro said with a firm look in his eyes. Humanity had finally waited for the Creator's return, and was finally about to live a life where they no longer had to live in the cracks. If they were to disappoint the Creator, the thought of that situation made his face involuntarily turn red. Then he asked in a low voice.

"By the way, Your Majesty, what is our Creator like? Is He still here?"

"Just call me Rick." Rick was a little embarrassed; everyone was calling him 'Leader' now, which was a bit unusual.

“The Creator is like a father, gentle and great. I don’t know how else to describe Him.”

"As for whether the Creator is here or not, I don't know, but I'm certain that the Creator is always watching over all of humanity."

With the integration of the second human settlement, everyone ate and danced around the campfire. Although the food was simple, it was the most sumptuous meal they had ever had.

Los Saint was sitting by the campfire watching Chronie dance with a little purple-haired girl named Nonna. He remembered that the little girl's father was named Ivan, who had voluntarily attracted demons to his death so that more people could survive.

"Although he was a great hero and father, it is precisely because of his sacrifice that he left a deep memory and a legacy for future generations." Luo Sheng held a simple earthenware bowl in his hand, which contained plain water noodles. The noodles were overcooked and more like porridge, but Luo Sheng still drank it all clean.

This was the first pot of noodles that Kroni and the women made, offered to him by humans. Although it didn't taste good, the first bowl of food that marked the rebuilding of civilization held a special meaning for him.