Chapter 152: Ang, look

"Do you know about locusts?" Anthony asked.

"... Of course I know," Yin Bi said speechlessly. He was not a young master or young lady who couldn't tell the five grains apart. Anthony asking like this made him feel insulted.

"Used to it, used to it. Sigh, you don't know, what kind of days I've been living through lately," Anthony smiled bitterly.

"Several hundred years ago, there was a young boy who lived carefree in a village since he was a child, until one year, a locust plague, crops were gnawed away, famine, his parents were starved to death alive, and he was so hungry that he grabbed locusts and roasted them to eat, finally surviving..."

The young boy who survived was He Mo. '*Tos*' meant 'Supreme' in the divine language. He Mo Er meant 'Supreme He Mo'.

He Mo lost his relatives, and most of his friends in the village also starved to death. Relying on eating roasted locusts, He Mo not only survived himself but also saved the lives of the remaining villagers in the village, carrying them through the most difficult stage and waiting for the relief of the Church of Light.

However, the arrival of the Church of Light did not save He Mo. Soon, the people of the church learned from the villagers that He Mo had roasted locusts to eat and saved some villagers. This was unacceptable?

We worked hard to raise food and gold coins, "consumed" ninety percent on the road, and only ten percent came to save you. You don't thank the light, but instead thank a farmer who roasted locusts?

How could this be? And this method of saving oneself by eating locusts could not be spread. If everyone roasted locusts to save themselves in the future, where would our church go to accumulate faith?

So they found an excuse, such as eating locusts being an act of blasphemy, and let the villagers drive the blasphemer out of his hometown.

Under such circumstances, the villagers naturally chose to drive He Mo away, completely forgetting who had saved them during the most difficult time, and even self-hypnotized: "He Mo knew that eating locusts was blasphemy, yet he tricked us into eating them. Drive him away!"

An ordinary young boy, driven away in a disaster area, where could he go? For hundreds of miles around, it had been gnawed away by locusts, not even grass or tree bark remained. What could he eat?

In the end, he survived by eating locusts. He not only ate locusts but even started raising locusts, raising them in a remote mountain cave.

Raising them, He Mo gained experience and learned various methods of stimulating eggs and fattening them. If it were a normal world, he might have used this skill to enter the breeding industry and make a fortune.

But this was not a normal world. Even those who knew a lot of common sense could become gods. A guy who raised millions of locusts suddenly had some kind of mysterious induction.

Raising millions of locusts in a mountain cave was an incredible thing. Just feeding them consumed a lot of He Mo's time and energy. After the number became too large, the locusts even started killing each other.

He Mo threw everything he could find into the mountain cave. At first, it was just plants and minerals, but later he had a whim and threw in some animal corpses, discovering that the locusts also ate them.

At first, it was just feeding, but a few years later, He Mo could actually drive these locusts to perform some simple control, such as moving to a certain place.

From then on, He Mo's feeding turned into free-range, driving them outside to eat whatever they saw.

The number of locusts grew on a large scale, reaching over ten million, and the food in the wild slowly became insufficient again.

In the case of insufficient food, the locusts would kill each other and gnaw on their own kind, which made He Mo very painful. These were all "children" he had cultivated.

This kind of pain tormented him repeatedly for a long time, until one day, he drove the locust swarm back to the former village, watching the locust swarm gnaw away the crops outside the village, the cattle and sheep in the village, the people in the village...

Everything that could be gnawed was gnawed away. Only then did He Mo finally get rid of this torment. From that moment on, he no longer viewed humans as his own kind, but as food for the locusts.

After obtaining sufficient food, the number of the locust swarm expanded rapidly, from ten million to hundreds of millions. A new locust plague was forming.

At first, no one cared about this disaster. It was just a locust plague. After the priest of the Church of Light received the news, he just reported it routinely and applied for disaster relief. At the same time, he was already thinking about what to do with the disaster relief funds.

It wasn't until shortly after that the overwhelming locusts gnawed away the village and advanced toward the city.

At this time, people discovered that the locusts in this disaster were different. They actually ate meat.

Facing this turn of events, humans, elves, dwarves, and dragons united as never before and quickly eliminated the locust plague. However, no one knew that He Mo had already returned to that mountain cave with a batch of brand-new locust individuals.

More than ten years later, a person appeared in a small mountain village hundreds of miles away. He called himself He Mo Er Tos and demanded that the villagers believe in him.

For such a guy who didn't know where he popped out from, of course, no villagers would believe him, and they even drove him away.

But a few days later, a strange kind of bug appeared near the village. They gnawed away all the villagers' crops and even bit people.

Just when everyone was at a loss, He Mo Er Tos, who had been there a few days ago, appeared again. He casually expelled the strange bugs and demanded again that everyone believe in him.

How could it be such a coincidence? The strange bugs came right after he left. Someone questioned the strange bugs driven by He Mo Er Tos.

He Mo Er Tos simply drove the strange bugs to bite the person who questioned him to death. Alright, now everyone stopped questioning and tremblingly indicated that they believed in him.

Subsequently, He Mo Er Tos showed new miracles. He sprinkled something called "*Ni*" into the farmland that had been gnawed away by the strange bugs. Two or three hours later, the seedlings that had been gnawed down to the roots actually grew again.

Relying on these two tricks, the Chaos Temple founded by He Mo Er Tos grew silently, taking root and sprouting in places where the light could not shine, growing strong.

Until decades later, by a very accidental chance, Anthony discovered this religion.

At that time, Anthony was not called Anthony, but another name, and his status was only a high-level priest, but he still retained a high sensitivity to the aura of death, discovering that there were many fragmented auras of death in some places. Digging them up, they were actually a large number of strange bug corpses.

Later, he learned that He Mo Er Tos used these strange bug corpses to ferment the so-called *Ni*.

Anthony reported his discovery to the church, and then, the major races united again to encircle and suppress He Mo Er Tos with all their might.

And this time, the gods of light descended rarely. God descended upon the Pope and only said one sentence: "In the places where the light shines, I can see you. I do not want to see you."

A simple sentence, and then, the overwhelming strange bugs that had become a huge threat began to vanish into thin air.

It was also because of this miracle that Anthony had never dared to believe that the gods of light had disappeared, because at this time, the kings had already disappeared, and he had been mixed into the Church of Light for decades.

However, He Mo Er Tos did not disappear completely. He might have hidden in places where the light could not shine, coming out to cause trouble every once in a while.

To guard against him, the major races established a mechanism to monitor his appearances throughout the plane.

It was not difficult to do this, because the rampant strange bugs required a large amount of food. Monitoring where a large amount of animals and plants disappeared in a short period of time and sending people to check was enough.

"Lord Ang suddenly issued an oracle to kill him. Does this mean this guy has appeared again?" Anthony frowned and said distressingly.

This was a major event. In principle, he should notify everyone, but if he reported it, it would again drag Ang into this plane-level conflict, because Ang was the first to discover it.

"The best way is for us to quietly kill He Mo Er Tos—uh, not kill, anyway, every few decades, he will pop out once. Just erase the traces of his appearance this time," Anthony stroked his cheek and muttered to himself.

Ang burned the two beetles into ash and only then returned to the village angrily.

As a vegetable-planting skeleton, he knew too well how terrifying it would be if these two kinds of bugs ran rampant. They would gnaw away all the plants they could see, which was something Ang absolutely could not accept.

At the thought of the jujube trees, sweet potatoes, World Tree, and the salty water magic rice just planted by Dragonfall Lake in the oasis being gnawed away, Ang couldn't help but have fire erupting from his head.

This rare loss of emotional control made everyone tremble subconsciously. Even the most noisy Little Angel was hanging her head and following Ang quietly.

After a long while, Negris muttered belatedly: "Is this divine might? It's actually divine might? The vegetable-planting skeleton has awakened divine might? Damn it."

To get Ang out of this out-of-control emotion quickly, Nai Ge Li Si's eyeballs rolled around, and he suddenly pointed to the ash burned from the bugs on the ground and said: "Ang, look." ===== CHAPTER 153 =====