Chapter 320: The Miracle of Abundance

The so-called expediency is not to burn a bowl before eating, nor is it to start repairing a latrine when you want to poop, but to use limited resources to solve the immediate problem.

Luo Yan is doing exactly this right now.

He wants to show his believers the miracle of the Demon King—or the miracle of the "Holy King" in their eyes.

The suburbs of Assam City, the plains near the Holy Lake.

This land, once watered by the blood of countless lizardmen, was once the most fertile granary of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom, but now only a piece of sigh-worthy ruins remains.

The once lush cornfields have long since disappeared, the green and yellow corn stalks are slanted on the ground, and the crooked ridges are full of crisscrossing cracks, like wounds that cannot heal.

The broken water canals are filled with messy stones and mud, and the entire land is like a congested and necrotic flesh, looking particularly desolate, with only weeds showing vigorous vitality.

And at this moment, next to this desolate land, there are two hundred people standing.

Some of them are lizardmen, and some are wearing robes and cannot see their faces, but the pointed ears faintly revealed from under the hood are not difficult to see their extraordinary status.

"Lord Demon King, this is the area near Assam City, the farmland with the least disaster damage and also the most fertile. The area is definitely more than 200,000 mu... Do you think this is okay?"

Looking at the Demon King standing beside him, Ze'er's expression was slightly embarrassed, fearing that the former would misunderstand that he was not doing things well, so he hurriedly added this sentence to show that he was definitely not deliberately taking out the most shabby land to deal with it.

However, Luo Yan didn't care at all, just asked casually,

"Who does this land belong to?"

Ze'er was stunned for a moment and said immediately,

"Previously, this was the clan property of the Pal family, and now it naturally belongs to you."

Luo Yan nodded.

He doesn't need this land, but he can hand it over to players who are interested in farming and have made certain contributions to the Great Graveyard to contract.

Luo Yan, who had a plan in mind, waved his hand and ordered concisely,

"Set fire."

Just as his voice fell, nearly a hundred mages wearing cloaks raised the magic wands in their hands, chanting obscure and difficult spells in their mouths,

They are dark elves from the depths of the Great Graveyard—the Gray Wind tribe. In terms of control over elemental power, they far exceed the level of general combat units in the Imperial Mage Corps!

The surging fire elements condensed into sparks in the air, forming elemental resonance. Then these condensed flames fell like raindrops, scattered on the messy corn stalks.

"Buzz—"

With a short, crisp sound, the slowly burning flames were like a sea tide spreading along the ground, sweeping away everything withered and yellow, turning it into ashes that nourish life.

Ze'er looked at this scene in surprise, his open mouth unable to speak for a while.

Aishemata, who had not spoken from beginning to end, was also the same, deeply shocked by this spectacular scene.

Actually, they didn't know that compared to the rockets used by the Great Graveyard to conquer Assam City, this fire rain with no lethality was nothing at all on the Aosi Continent.

And with the lifting of the Great Barrier, they will also have the opportunity to release such magic in the future.

As long as they are pious enough.

The dark elves who completed the spellcasting took back their magic wands, took out a blue potion from their arms one after another, drank it after opening the cork.

Helen, wearing a cloak, walked behind Luo Yan and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Demon King, the weeds in the field have been cleared, should we enter the next step?"

Luo Yan nodded slightly.

"Start."

"Yes!"

Helen, who received the order, turned back to the middle of her clansmen, instructed the clansmen to prepare for the next spell meditation, and signaled the life-profession players who had received the task to start.

Soon, a rumbling sound came from afar, and dozens of tractors spitting white smoke entered the field.

The lizardmen present were subconsciously attracted by the thunderous sound, but it didn't take long for everyone to be shocked by the strange-looking steel monsters.

I saw that their shapes were square and heavy, the front end was wheels, they could still understand, but the metal belt like a shield dragged behind made them a bit confused.

"What... is this thing?" The chieftain of the Sun tribe whispered in surprise.

Xiya didn't speak, because she had seen similar things in the Demon King Army, but she didn't expect that this thing could not only appear on the battlefield, but also serve as farm tools after removing the armor?

She didn't know that this thing was certainly not a tank with armor removed... although the engines and chassis used by both were similar.

"This is called a tractor, you will like it." Luo Yan replied casually, then cast his gaze on the players driving the tractors, smiling and not explaining anymore.

Soon, under the shocked and blank gaze of a group of lizardmen, several players drove tractors equipped with buckets and entered the broken and blocked irrigation canals first.

I saw the steel giant beast make a dull roar, and the sturdy bucket easily pulled out the messy stone piles, mud, sand, and dead wood.

The blocked canal was cleared in an instant!

And not far away, another tractor was busy on the ridges around the farmland, dragging a huge plow to restore the broken and collapsed ridges to flatness, turning the caked land into a loose appearance, and mixing the burnt grass and wood ash into the loose mud.

These jobs, which originally required hundreds of laborers to be busy for a whole day, were nearing the end in less than an hour, leaving only some edges and corners that needed polishing.

Staring at this scene without blinking, the shock on Ze'er's face gradually turned into heartfelt admiration.

Aishemata was the same, including her sister Xiya, and other chieftains of various states.

"Is this the power of the outside world?" Xiya sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Although she didn't know that this was not the power of the outside world, but the power from another world.

Although the Empire developed steam engines, they temporarily didn't have, nor did they have the motivation to move them to land.

Tractors like shuttles on a loom stitched up the farmland on the edge of the river beach in just half a day.

A rough estimate, this must be several thousand mu of land, as for the remaining nineteen thousand mu, I think it is not a difficult thing.

Luo Yan is full of confidence in this.

After all, although these farmlands were destroyed by the storm, they were not erased from the map, nor had they been abandoned for many years.

Even until more than a month ago, corn was planted on this land, it just looked broken and desolate, and the workload required for actual repair was actually not large.

"Next is sowing."

Luo Yan looked at Ze'er, who was standing still, signaling him to do this.

Hearing Lord Demon King's order, Ze'er didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly instructed the agricultural affairs officer to distribute the seeds stored in the granary.

The stored seeds were passed layer by layer from the granary to the hands of 30,000 laborers, and the sowing work started quickly.

However, unlike Luo Yan's optimism, the lizardman affairs officer responsible for sowing was full of worry.

"My lord, the farmland outside Assam City has been severely damaged by the storm, and now is not the time for sowing at all. Even if the seeds are scattered now, it will be a waste, and there will be no harvest!"

Ze'er naturally knew in his heart that there might be such a risk.

However, after seeing those miraculous steel monsters, the doubts in his heart dissipated.

"I understand your worries, but this is an order personally deployed by Lord Demon King, you and I just need to follow it."

If something goes wrong, I think Lord Demon King will not ignore it.

The affairs officer looked embarrassed, opened his mouth, and looked like he wanted to say something.

However, after seeing Ze'er's determined expression, he could only nod helplessly and pass the task down.

As the order was passed down layer by layer, the laborers who received the mobilization order around Assam City gathered toward the farmland one after another.

When they saw the steel machines roaring on the land, expressions of shock and even panic appeared on their faces without exception.

In order to stabilize morale, the centurion who led the mobilization shouted to the lizardmen behind him.

"Don't be afraid! That is Lord Demon King's metal puppet! You just need to sow the seeds!"

Although he was also very panicked in his heart, he couldn't show it in front of his subordinates.

Hearing the officer's guarantee, the group of Armored Dragon clan lizardmen finally settled down a lot, carried wooden baskets down to the field, and began to sow corn seeds on the land plowed by the steam engine.

Just sowing the seeds like this, can it really sprout?

Almost all lizardmen had similar questions in their hearts, but facing the centurion's order, they could only give up thinking and bury their heads and do it.

After burying their heads and working for more than three hours in the scorching sun, almost all lizardmen accumulated a lot of fatigue, and sweat glands under the scales kept oozing sweat.

Because Lord Demon King was present, those centurions, chiliarchs, and even generals and chieftains were eager to perform in front of him, so they were extra serious, and the pressure generated was naturally superimposed and passed to the lowest level layer by layer.

Just when all the lizardmen felt they couldn't take it anymore, a few dark clouds suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky.

They seemed to see Lord Demon King raise his magic wand, and then it suddenly started to rain over their heads.

The drizzle fell on their scales and slid to their ankles.

Different from ordinary rain—

That rainwater seemed to contain some kind of special magic, not only taking away their sweat, but also taking away the fatigue on their bodies.

Looking at the figure raising the magic wand, surprise and emotion floated in pairs of amber pupils involuntarily.

Praise Lord Demon King—

Although their centurions, thousand-men commanders, and even generals and chiefs were so cold and ruthless, that merciful lord was compassionate to them, looking through the fatigue on their bodies with a kind heart, and sent down this sweet rain for them.

Out of that heartfelt gratitude, they crawled on the ground, reciting the name of the Demon King and praise without stint in their mouths.

This time the centurions didn't dare to urge them to work, whipping them to continue moving, but crawled on the ground with them, so the chiliarchs didn't dare to blame them.

The boundless farmland became a place of pilgrimage, and even more incredible things happened at this moment.

Tender green buds began to emerge from the land they had plowed!

The buds continued to grow upward, squeezing open the loose soil, and spreading out tender leaves.

One, two... until the sixth, they were like small hands of infants stretching out, the stems became thicker and thicker, more and more upright!

Some experienced farmers immediately saw the clues, and their faces showed incredible expressions.

"This... this is impossible!" The affairs officer responsible for agriculture couldn't help but whisper, his voice trembling, "Jointing stage?!"

Generally speaking, it takes at least 30 days from sowing seeds to passing the seedling stage and entering the jointing stage!

Suddenly realizing something, his face changed instantly, and he ran to Ze'er's side in a hurry, saying anxiously,

"Great Priest... Chieftain! Quick, let Lord Demon King stop, no... please let me see Lord Demon King! If you use supernatural power to pull up seedlings to help them grow, the corn grown in this way cannot bear fruit ears!"

As early as 1000 years ago, they were trying to use the power of the seal to accelerate the growth of plants!

However, historical experience tells them that the crops grown in this way will eventually become grass!

Not only that—

Those crazy growing roots will quickly strip the soil's fertility, making next year's harvest greatly reduced!

If it continues to grow like this, this fertile land will really be abandoned!

Ze'er didn't speak, just stared at the field growing vigorously.

He naturally knew the things the agricultural affairs officer said, and even in the wars between them and the nomadic tribes in the past 1000 years, the first thing the other side did after occupying their farmland was to use magic to accelerate the growth of crops to turn their rice fields into pastures, and then harvest the fertility of their soil.

But...

Lord Demon King is ultimately different from those barbarians.

Although that guy is not a good person, he won't smash his own pots and pans.

He said it before, this land that originally belonged to the Pal family has already belonged to Lord Demon King.

"Look again... If it doesn't work, I will remonstrate with His Majesty."

The agricultural affairs officer stomped his feet in anger, his tail kept whipping the ground, and said in despair,

"It's too late!"

This sentence is not wrong.

The arrow on the string has to be fired, and the spell cast cannot be withdrawn.

However—

Originally, there was no need to withdraw.

The corn entering the jointing stage grew rapidly, the internodes extended significantly, the height increased rapidly, and in a moment, it grew to more than half a meter high, the leaves doubled from the initial six, and the top nodes gradually pulled out male ears.

The laborers crawling in the field continued to pray, their baskets were already filled with green buds, those unsown seeds were frantically looking for soil, and tender roots squeezed out from the cracks in the rattan, and even climbed onto them.

No matter how suspicious their long-term officers were, they all believed with unparalleled piety—

That those tender green corn stalks must be able to bloom!

And just as they thought in their hearts, the corn stalks really bloomed!

The male ears began to release a large amount of pollen, and the silk from the female pistils stretched out from the tip of the bracts... This process usually takes 10~20 days, but now it is completed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

However, the biggest test is right here—

Crops ripened by magic cannot complete pollination, filling, and final maturity!

It is not just the lizardmen in the Great Barrier who have faced this problem.

The dark elves of the Great Graveyard have also faced it—plants growing crazily will not reproduce offspring, but will burn out the remaining fire of life in madness and move toward death!

However, with the deepening of the exchange between players and dark elves, and the active encouragement of the "Magic Plant Frenzy" event, this problem has long ceased to be a problem.

The dark clouds in the sky have not dissipated, the rain is getting heavier, and the water canals that were originally irrigating the fields have become drainage ditches.

And just at this time, a hot light ball suddenly appeared under the dark clouds, and soft and energy-filled light was cast on the ground!

Aishemata's eyes widened slightly.

That is...

Holy Light?!

No—

It doesn't seem to be!

Holy Light will not make people unable to open their eyes, but that light made her unable to look directly at it.

Not only that, she didn't feel the holy breath from it, but felt more surging energy!

Rain and sun appeared on this land at the same time, which was obviously no longer just supernatural power, but reached the category of miracles!

At this time, wind roar tribe lizardmen carrying baskets flew into the sky, splashing small particles toward a piece of green farmland, and then flew away quickly.

Luo Yan's magic wand changed the trajectory of waving slightly, directing Helen and the dark elf mage group behind him to continue casting spells.

A gentle airflow began to emerge in the field, which initially made the lizardmen feel difficult to breathe, but it didn't take long for the corn stalks around them to continue to climb upward, and even bear huge corn ears, and they suddenly felt that their bodies were full of inexhaustible power!

Yes—

Those tender green corn stalks really bore corn ears, and the agricultural affairs officer standing on the ridge almost dropped his chin.

"Hahahaha!" Chieftain Ze'er, whose expression was tight, suddenly laughed, and a fanatical expression couldn't help but appear on his face that was originally calm.

As expected of Lord Demon King!

He really didn't look at the wrong person!

This lord is different from the former Majesty Izi; he will never fight a battle without preparation!

Like Chieftain Ze'er, who was directing farming on the front line, Chieftain Wuerjia, who was watching, also showed surprise and ecstasy on his face.

What happened?!

Is it because of the spell?

Or because of the small black pills carried in the baskets of his clansmen?!

Everything that happened before his eyes had exceeded his understanding, including the clever Xiya, who also had a look of astonishment, not understanding what reason made the crops in the field unaffected by the side effects of the growth acceleration magic?!

"What exactly is this..." Xiya couldn't help but mutter in her mouth, her golden-green pupils filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Sweeping his gaze from faces with different expressions, the corners of Luo Yan's mouth couldn't help but lift a smile.

They might know the wind of magic, but they obviously don't know what the wind of carbon dioxide and another use of elemental power are.

This is something he and Miranda studied together, and the latter, who came from the Empire's Academy, is still studying it, and the theory is more refined than the beginning.

And under the guidance of this theory, the dark elves of the Great Graveyard have long relied on the greenhouse of Beifeng Mountain to summarize the "carbon dioxide ratio most suitable for growth acceleration magic," and mastered the magic of changing the essence of airflow through the study of Miranda's elemental theory.

Of course.

Such large-scale spellcasting is not entirely the power of the dark elves themselves, but more because the lizardmen's prayers in the field amplified the influence of the spell—

This blessing produced by the thoughts of the crowd was finally imposed on him!

And this is also the reason why Luo Yan also participated in the spellcasting.

This is also the oldest period, when gods and faith had not yet been born, the way the priests of the primitive tribes on this planet initially used faith power!

It is also the way Gutafu created the "Great Barrier"!

It's just that he replaced the sacrificial ritual with a more "modern" joint spellcasting.

Looking at the cornfield full of huge fruits, Luo Yan smiled and took back his magic wand, waving his hand to stop the spellcasting.

If this spell continues to be chanted, it will be overdone, and the corn full of ears will have to enter a new cycle.

"Hearing You You, it seems my inference is correct. Faith power can not only be used to upgrade the soul itself, but also directly interfere with reality by guiding believers."

Hearing You You, floating to the side, said in a low voice,

"Lord Demon King, actually faith power has always been able to be used like this... For example, isn't your maze? You can use faith power to summon monsters, and you can also replace excavation to widen the depth of the maze."

"I know," Luo Yan nodded, "It's just that compared to when I first became Demon King, I know why a little more."

The Demon King core is like a shell, or an app application made based on the underlying code of the Demon God.

And condensing faith power is to charge points into the app, and then you can activate various functions of the app.

In fact, it is not just the Demon King Tian Geng core, all religions on this planet are shells for "underlying code," but the original intention of the design and the final purpose are different.

Not just this planet!

It also includes the Kao planet that has been corroded by chaos, and even other planets in this star field.

When the collective subconscious of a group of conscious creatures forms, their mental resonance will reshape the shape of some unstable high-dimensional matter in this universe, and produce more or less influence according to their position in the universe.

Luo Yan felt that his understanding of divinity and even mysticism had deepened a bit.

Xiya walked to Luo Yan's side and finally couldn't help but ask the confusion in her heart.

"Lord Demon King... what exactly did you do just now?"

Looking at those pupils full of thirst for knowledge, Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"If I tell you everything now, my 'magic' might not be so effective."

Xiya was stunned for a moment, unable to understand this sentence.

Luo Yan paused and continued,

"But I will still tell you. After all, if I don't tell you anything, I will be no different from my predecessors in the end."

The miracle of the thoughts of the crowd is incredible, but in fact, neither Hell nor the Empire walked to today by thinking, but ultimately relied on the hands of the crowd.

After all, even the most incredible miracle can only make corn ripen once, while human hands can make corn ripen thousands of times.

After speaking, Luo Yan cast his gaze toward the "King of the Chosen" Aishemata and ordered,

"Go and tell my subjects."

"The time for harvest has come."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 321 =====