After a brief pause, he added, "Also, ten small planes will be designated on the edge of the Gods' plane, and all diehard believers in the Gods' realm will be required to migrate to these areas within one day."
"Diehard believers from other planes must also leave their original locations within one day and head to the designated smaller plane. Non-diehard believers are not allowed to migrate without permission."
This order not only cut off the religious foundation for the old gods to make a comeback, but also centralized the control of potential unstable factors to prevent them from interfering with the integration process of other races.
The order was passed down, and the cabinet and the military took swift action. The empire's iron laws spread like a spider web across all dimensions, ensuring that every instruction was executed precisely.
Martin stood on the high platform of the palace, looking at the crowd that began to migrate in an orderly manner in the distance, his eyes calm.
What he wanted was not a simple conquest, but a complete reshaping of the order of this territory, making the word "empire" the only belief and destination for all planes.
When the five main gods learned of Martin's order, their faces instantly turned pale and they almost started cursing on the spot - eight followers of the main gods were squeezed into ten small planes, which was simply a humiliation!
But on second thought, Martin did not restrict their actions within the small plane, nor did he forbid them from expanding outward.
"If you can't beat that guy, can't you clean up those small and medium-sized planes?"
A glint of calculation flashed in the eyes of a main god.
"As long as we maintain our foothold and slowly erode our surrounding areas, we may be able to make a comeback one day."
The five of them exchanged glances, a tacit understanding. Rather than living in frustration here, it would be better to retreat and gather strength. Without further ado, they turned and left the divine realm.
The ten small planes were divided equally among them, with each person getting two. As for how the believers of the three main gods, including the God of Light, would be treated, it was no longer within their consideration.
Soon, the diehard believers began to migrate to the designated small planes, and the originally mixed area gradually became quiet.
However, under the covert operation of the five main gods, the ten small marginal planes quietly formed a new core of power - on the surface they obeyed the control of the empire, but secretly they were accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity to turn things around.
Martin had anticipated all this, but did not interfere.
He stood on the high platform of the divine realm, watching the migrating group of believers gradually disappear into the void cracks, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth.
"Want to lie dormant? Then let them lie dormant."
He whispered to himself, "When they think the time is right, they will realize that the so-called opportunity is just a wedding dress made for me."
The expansion of the empire continues, and the ten small planes that are enclosed, like captive prey, will one day become the touchstone of the empire.
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