Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The three guys didn't do anything else, just squatted on the ground and formed a circle, watching the godhead slowly dissipate.

"Why is this? Can't an undefined Godhead exist alone?" Negris asked curiously.

This godhead is planted in the ground, not the kind that is ignited with the fire of faith, that is to say, it has not been defined and is blank.

The power of belief in the Goddess of Harvest comes from human desire for a good harvest, the power of belief in the Immortal God comes from people's pursuit of eternal life, and the power of the Gods of Light comes from people's longing for light.

This godhead has no source of belief. Is it because of this that it can't maintain it?

"How do I know? I'm not a god. By the way, you seem to be a god, although there is only one believer." Duroken said casually, causing Negris to roll his eyes.

Scattered and scattered, after the godhead shrank by half, one of the four secondary palaces in the distance, the last unlit witch's palace, suddenly lit up.

"Huh, the resting palace stopped? So that's the case, I understand." Duroken noticed the situation of the resting palace at this moment, and suddenly realized.

Negris hurriedly asked: "So what happened? Say it quickly."

It's all curious. Locke's Palace was activated inexplicably, Duroken's Palace was activated inexplicably, and the current Witch's Palace is also activated inexplicably. They don't seem to be related to each other.

Locke's palace is because of the liquid of death breath, but now the witch's palace is because of the energy dissipated by the godhead. Could it be that the corresponding energy needs to be injected to activate these palaces? What energy does the main hall need?

Duroken explained: "When I first designed the Resting Palace, I used the multi-dimensional space stacking method to build it. Don't look at them on the same plane. In fact, each palace belongs to a separate Dimensions, only when the energy of the space is balanced can the Palace of Dormition function normally."

After thinking for a while, Duroken clapped his hands and said, "In order to prevent the loss of a certain kind of individual energy, such as when the king is not at home, resulting in an imbalance, I have designed several insurances. Seventeen kinds of energy, as long as seven kinds of energy are in balance, the There will be no problem. Seventeen basic energies, it is impossible to lose eleven of them at once."

"In addition, the exchange of matter in space must also abide by the principle of equivalent exchange. If you want to take out something here, you must put in the same matter or energy."

When Duroken said this, An Ge tilted his head, and Negris also patted his akimbo muscles: "I see, it's no wonder that An Ge needs to inject soul energy every time he transfers crops out."

"Soul energy? Transfer crops?" Duroken asked inexplicably.

Negris explained, and Duroken frowned and said, "You mean the dimensional space positioning transfer bracelet? What is the ratio? It doesn't make sense. It may be a problem of dimensional balance. Under normal circumstances, it is not necessary to transfer matter like this." Multi-energy replenishment, so much soul energy to transfer dozens of catties of crops? You are really rich, don’t you know how to use the world transfer station?”

Of course it will, and the transfer of large quantities of crops in the farm now is the same as the transfer of fertilizers through the world transfer station.

"You mean, things are put in and out through the bracelet, and the ratio should be similar to that of the world's transfer station? We were wasting money before?" Negris asked with heartache.

Duroken nodded, and then, ignoring the heartache of the little fat dragon squatting on the ground to draw circles, he continued: "I have set up so many insurances, why does the resting palace stop? And why does it just stop and turn around?" Isn't it a crash?"

After thinking for a while, Duroken figured it out, and said: "The king left, and the Locke witch also left, and then the cemetery broke, and it lost most of its quality in an instant, so it stopped. But why? Is it stalled, not collapsed? They are all missing to such an extent that the overlapping of multiple dimensions will definitely collapse, what did you do at that time?"

Duroken was puzzled. For example, a bridge originally needed seven piers to be maintained. Now that seventeen piers have been built, I thought it would be safe. Who knew that more than eleven piers collapsed in one breath, but the bridge is still maintained. , but the entrance and exit are closed.

Compared to why eleven bridges collapsed in a row, Duroken was more curious about why the bridge with less than seven piers did not collapse?

"You ask me? I'm sealed in a book, what can I do?" Negris said.

Duroken looked at Ange again, and Ange tilted his head: "Grow vegetables."

"Oh, by the way, you used to be a vegetable-growing skeleton, and you almost forgot, maybe you slept for too long, and your memory is not very good." Duroken scratched his head and said sadly: "It's not right, you are a skeleton. How many vegetables can a skeleton grow? It is impossible to grow it for a thousand years, and the vegetables are not easy to preserve, and they have long since rotted."

Having said that, Duroken noticed the weird expression on Negris' face, and then looked at Ange again: "You really have grown vegetables for a thousand years?"

Angus nodded.

Duroken gasped: "Good guy, the skeleton is so stupid... Are you dedicated? Where are those dishes?"

After learning that Ange stored the planted things in the cellar, Duro stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his hands.

After turning around more than a dozen times, he said faintly: "Now there is only one explanation that is reasonable. The farm enchantment is an incremental part of the balance point of the entire Dormition Palace. You keep planting things and grow out of it." The material is stored in the cellar outside the barrier, and after a thousand years, the incremental part just balances the stability of the space."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duroken himself started to go crazy: "Cabada, it can't be such a coincidence, just because you keep planting things, you can maintain the balance of such a large resting palace? Bit?"

Anyway, there is no way to verify it. After chattering, everyone came to the witch's palace.

"The witch is still as simple as ever." Duroken sighed.

Negris didn't speak. Most of its memories about the witch were lost, and it couldn't remember what kind of person the other party was. At the same time, it also raised a question, why did the undead king erase its memories?

It's really too simple, the Witch's Palace can be seen at a glance, it is empty, there is not even a table, and there is at least one table in the brass book tower. .

The two banshees floated to the center of the palace and sang softly.

The sound instantly became extremely ethereal. The interior of this palace should have been designed with some kind of wave field. Not only the sound is more ethereal, but the soul energy carried by the sound is also extremely solid.

That is to say, the imagery is greatly increased. Although everyone is standing in different positions, everyone can feel it, as if the banshee is right in front of you.

After the banshee sang a song of the dead, she suddenly changed her tune: Immortal spirit and immortal soul, crossing the river of the past...

Negris was surprised: "Hey, the undead movement? Are they able to sing the undead movement?"

The Wailing Banshees can't sing the Undying Movement, because it is a song sung with the soul, but with the blessing of space, they barely sang it, and it also aroused a weak soul resonance, which is why the Immortal Movement can enhance the soul. The point is, if it can't resonate with the soul, just treat it as a poem, then anyone can hum a few lines.

There was a humming sound coming from the side, and when he turned his head, Duroken had conjured up a recliner out of nowhere, lying on it shaking his head and humming.

At this moment, An Ge suddenly tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.

Negris is used to it. When Ange makes this action, there are usually believers calling him, and only a few people can call him directly, Lisa, Silver Coin, Ziku, Oak, Anthony, etc. Can count on one hand.

Orc usually only reports and doesn't bother Ange very much. Ziku doesn't need to go to Ange for general matters. She and her people are sending money... The Goddess of Salvation dug up a bunch of thunder javelins, and generally few enemies can carry them. Stop their shots.

No need to ask, when Ange turned his head, Negris asked angrily: "It's Anthony again, calling for your help?"

During this time, Anthony was the one who called An Ge most often, and he always said, "My lord, help me." That is to say, An Ge is so easy to talk, if it were any other god, he would have been given two punishments from God.

An Ge nodded: "He said, if you have faith, let me cut it."

"Isn't it calling for help? Is it asking you to harvest your faith? Is he so kind?"

When Ange arrived outside the city of the Principality of Montenegro on the main plane, he saw only the dark refugee camp stretching to the end of the horizon, and the emotional crowd shouting for the blessing of the light.

Anthony came up to him quietly, and said anxiously: "My lord, there are instigators in the crowd. There are too many people in the crowd. I can't clean them up in a while. Many people have been incited. I want you to go all the way from the air." Walk over, throw food all the way, appease everyone's emotions, find someone who incites, and you will convict him on the spot."

Negris, who was projected on Ange, couldn't help but scolded: "Sangbada, I knew you were not so kind, so you still called Ange for help."

Anthony said embarrassingly: "By the way, I also harvested a wave of faith. There are more than 400,000 people gathered here, and some people have been quietly instigating them. I have made a lot of preparations, but they still caught a loophole. Now only Your Excellency can appease them, it’s useless to just distribute food, you have to convict those instigators on the spot and scare the others, only the shackles of your original sin can do it.”

Anthony will also use the shackles of original sin, but he has to rest for a while. There are too many instigators in the crowd, and he is afraid that he will not be able to handle it.

Moreover, the title of 'Ascetic Monk Ann', with the spread of believers, is now better than him, the Archbishop and Acting Pope.

Don't look at the Archbishop Acting Pope, it seems very imposing, but when the crowd is raging, everyone is more willing to trust the kind old priest in the nearby neighborhood, and the identity of the ascetic is not so high.

"Get out of the way, let me see." An unfamiliar but familiar voice sounded from Ange.

Don’t think that only Negris can project Duroken on Anger’s body. Everyone is in the Dormition Palace, and everyone has a soul connection with Ang. As long as Ange agrees, Duroken can also project it. .

"Hiss—what's going on? Such strong light power, these people are believers of light? You want to harvest the faith of believers of light? Am I right?"

Anthony thought of something, and asked in disbelief, "Master Duroken?"

"Do you know me?" Duroken asked in surprise, his thoughts swept over Anthony's body: "Hey, such a strong holy power of light? This is at least the archbishop? What's going on? Did you betray the light, or did you surrender? the light?"

"Hey, Master Duroken, I'm Piero." Anthony laughed.

"Uh, you are Piero? The undead Piero who built the reincarnation altar? Have you become a lackey of light?" Duroken asked.

If Anthony and Negris are only averagely familiar, then he is very familiar with Duroken. The basic construction of the Reincarnation Altar was taught by Duroken.

"No, no, I will never die with my heart. Life is the person of Lord Ange, and death is the soul of Lord Ange. When did you wake up, Lord Duroken? I will talk to you later, and my lord will help me clean up this place first." Calm down." Anthony said urgently.

Of course Ange is very happy to have the power of faith that can be harvested. He is very short of soul flames now. If he has unlimited soul flames, he can suppress the famine on the main plane with his backhand. At the beginning, he spent 100,000 tons of seaweed rice. It came out after two or three days.

Adjust the shape and attire of the scarecrow hat to the last ascetic Ange. Step by step, Ange volleyed over the crowd.

"Ascetic Monk Ann, it's Mr. An, it's Mr. An!" Some people who had seen An Ge or heard the name "Ascetic Monk Ann" shouted excitedly.

Ange threw a bag of rice down.

The people around went crazy instantly, some excitedly yelled Ange's name, some jumped on the grain bag crazily, fighting for it.

The scene immediately became chaotic, everyone pushed and scrambled for each other, and some weak, thin and hungry people were immediately trampled under their feet.

Anthony, who saw this scene from a distance, felt tense, and made a mistake. If the food caused a stampede and killed people, not only would not be much faith harvested, but even the prestige of the adults would be damaged.

There were too many people and chaos, and Anthony couldn't think of a good solution for a while. At this moment, all the people who pushed, scrambled, and fell felt that they were blown by a gust of wind one after another. Pulled up.

For pollination, Anger regards those pushing people as flowers, and uses the second-level pollination technique to roll everyone, what is it equivalent to? Everyone was lifted high with their armpits crossed, and they were off the ground in an instant.

Those who fell were also pulled up, and those who bent over were straightened. The chaotic scene was like a field of crops that had been tidied up, with each root straight.

The people who have been pulled are all dumbfounded, what's going on?

Someone wanted to bend down to get the grain bag, but was pulled out again. Now everyone understands that they are not allowed to grab it.

No one dared to snatch it anymore, everyone knelt down on the ground, and worshiped devoutly: "Long live Mr. An! Mr. An gave me food!"

"Long live Mr. An! Mr. An gave me food!"

The endless soul flame rushed over violently and poured into An Ge's body.

Ange turned out another bag of grain, but instead of throwing it down, he held it in his hand and tilted his head thinking.

At this moment, an excited voice sounded: "Master An, what are you pretending to do? What can you do with one or two bags of grain? We have hundreds of thousands of people, one person and one bag can't save everyone, you can change Will there be hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"

A cold light flashed in Anthony's eyes, and he murmured: "It's him, the instigator is him, someone will join him immediately, and then they will agitate together, my lord, convict him and judge him."

As soon as Anthony finished speaking, several voices echoed immediately: "That's right, Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!"

"Master An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"

"Master An, change, change!"

Under the instigation of these people, everyone's emotions began to turn wrong. Yes, no matter how powerful Mr. An is, can he conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain out of thin air?

Thank you book friend 2021112321127876, Xiong Feichai, domineering werewolf, not timid, for your reward.