Chapter 197

Ang dripped the Holy Essence Liquid on the baby's broken leg, continuously casting Holy Light, and the broken leg grew bit by bit.

Lisa held the baby with a pained expression: "Oh my, which guy is so cruel. Wolf bit? Damn wolf, wait for aunt to find a few wolf skins to make clothes for you. Who brought you to the wolf den? You are only three months old, so cruel, her father? Where is her father? I'll come and break his leg. Ah? Wolf bit to death?"

Negris looked around the crystal stele and said uncertainly: "Could this be the legendary Angel Descent Holy Stele?"

Lu Se leaned over and asked: "Is it the Holy Spirit possession like Xia Mala?"

"Yes, devout divine art users can summon angels to descend on themselves, and their strength will skyrocket. It's relatively disgusting. This kind of growth has no spectrum. Some guys are weak, but an angel descent can tear a Tauren by hand. It's hard to estimate the enemy's strength, so when fighting divine art users of the Bright Church, you must go all out."

After a pause, Negris added: "But the Holy Spirit Xia Mala possessed was created by herself."

"She created it? She created a Holy Spirit Angel? Is she that powerful?" Lu Se's eyes were about to fall out.

"Otherwise, how could she be a fallen angel and a false god," Negris said dismissively.

Lu Se said in shock: "I saw her so obedient in front of the Lord, I thought she was very weak, and wanted to find her to fight. Unexpectedly, she is so powerful? By the way, I just broke through to High-Rank Sword Saint, my realm is unstable, and I need training and testing. Lord Negris, please help me find an opponent of the same level."

Negris sneered: "Wait for Ang to beat you up, and you will know why Xia Mala is obedient. You will definitely be very obedient in the future."

Since Ang mastered the Ultimate Transformation and Dragon God Transformation, his combat power was not something it could measure. It didn't know how strong Ang was now, anyway, he had killed two gods.

The little baby's broken leg grew out. After the last bit of skin and flesh grew well, Ang withdrew his mental control over the little baby. Immediately, the little baby wailed, loud and full of energy, shaking Lisa so much that she couldn't help but shrink her head. The sound was almost like a soul impact.

"Oh my, oh my, baby, what's wrong? Is it painful? Did Uncle Bone hurt you? Not painful? Then are you hungry? Trouble, where can I get milk? Vanya, Vanya."

Vanya, who ran in like a bear, finished listening to Lisa's words, twisted her fingers, and said coyly: "I am still a yellow flower cow girl, don't have it."

After searching around, I couldn't find anyone who could breastfeed. There were no horses either. Among the horses Ang kept in the Palace of Breath, none were mother horses in the lactation period.

What to do? The little baby wailed when hungry, regardless of the occasion. Lisa stuffed a thumb into her mouth, temporarily blocking it, and asked anxiously: "What to do, what to do? Lord, do you have anything that a baby can eat? Can't go down and bring Tauren aunt up, right?"

Ang took out a fruit.

"Hiss, World Tree fruit? How do you have fruit? Did you stimulate that diseased branch?" Negris gasped.

Ang shook his head: "Grew."

Negris was too lazy to ask. Asking like this, one sentence pops out two words, don't know when it can be asked. Might as well go see it myself.

The will was withdrawn to the Palace of Breath, the Brass Book moved to the farm, and immediately saw that World Tree diseased branch.

With the Insect Ash Liquid, Ang planted a diseased branch of the World Tree on the farm. Unlike ordinary World Trees, this diseased branch was cut from the old World Tree and was already 91,000 years old.

Now, the spots on the diseased branch disappeared completely, the branches and buds restored green, and some green leaves and bud points emerged, obviously planted alive.

On the branch, a piece of fresh broken stub was exposed there. Obviously, the fruit Ang took out was picked from here.

"God, Ang really cured the World Tree." Before planting it, when the spots were reduced, Negris was already mentally prepared, but after really succeeding, it was still shocked. Its old friend World Tree was saved.

Projecting back to the dragon body, Negris said enviously: "The little guy is lucky, eating Life Fruit from a young age, hope you can live as long as an elf."

The little guy stared with a pair of black and white distinct eyes, holding Ang's finger and sucking hard, don't know if it heard it or not.

Just at this moment, the Angel Descent Holy Stele flashed again, and a voice sounded: "Almighty Lord, your people are suffering from the plague, please save us, grant us holy water, and drive away the terrible dysentery plague."

Following this voice, images appeared on the Holy Stele, still the first-person perspective image, with a bucket in the center, and the water in the bucket was turbid.

Around the bucket, besides this person from the first perspective, there was a large group of ragged humans, all kowtowing around the water bucket.

"This is already the cleanest water we can find. A few days ago, the flood flooded the river and wells, drowned many people and livestock, and then the dysentery plague broke out. Everyone vomited and had diarrhea, and soon couldn't hold on. Almighty Lord, believer Old Bage of Baji Village, leads all surviving villagers, offering the most devout belief to you, please drive away the dysentery plague and save us."

Old Bage's voice carried depression and powerlessness, almost crying. He actually knew very well that doing this was meaningless. In the decades since he believed in light, he had prayed like this tens of thousands of times, and had never seen a miracle appear.

Don't know if his belief was not devout enough, or the Bright Gods were too lazy to pay attention to him.

But the old nobleman Sir Hall in the town never prayed. Why did he get the favor of miracles? After falling from a horse and becoming paralyzed, he could also be cured. A while ago, when he met him in town, he was almost whipped, just because he blocked his horse.

However, knowing that there would be no miracles, what could Old Bage do?

This was already their only hope. They couldn't even drink clean water now. There was floodwater everywhere that hadn't receded, and they couldn't find clean firewood to boil water, so they could only drink turbid raw water. Many people started vomiting and having diarrhea. Besides praying to God, what could they do?

Rather than dying in resentment in despair, it is better to pray to hypnotize oneself, get a moment of peace, and then die quietly. Old Bage, who had lived for most of his life, no longer prayed for miracles, just wanted to lead everyone to die in peace.

Following the prayers of the believers in the image, strands of Holy Light gathered from the crystal stele, slowly gathering a transparent crystal on the stele.

"Holy Crystal?" Negris recognized it at a glance. Xia Mala had traded a few Holy Crystals before, but they were all black. Now it finally saw a white Holy Crystal.

"It turns out that Holy Crystals are condensed from the faith of believers. Isn't that faith primordial power? Same as Ang's soul crystal? What about Xia Mala? How did her black Holy Crystals come from? Does she also have believers?" A series of questions appeared in Negris's heart.

Ang beckoned toward the Holy Crystal, and the Holy Crystal flew into his hand. After looking at it for a few times, Ang put it into the Palace of Breath.

Seeing his action, Negris knew what he wanted to do, and hurriedly made way for the space in front of the crystal stele.

Equivalent exchange, Ang took the Holy Crystal, naturally he had to return some things.

Ang summoned Holy Light and reached into the stele.

Old Bage jumped up excitedly, looking at his right hand in panic: "Lit... lit."

Old Bage, who had never thought of witnessing a miracle, raised his right hand in panic, at a loss: "What to do, what to do? Lit, lit, the Bright Gods responded to us."

Negris curled its lips when it heard this, secretly saying: Gods respond? Think beautifully, these crystal steles are all used by Holy Spirit Angels. With the intelligence level of Holy Spirit Angels, it is probably equivalent to automatic answering.

Other villagers were also bewildered. Old Bage was old and didn't know what to do, and they didn't know even more.

Ang tilted his head and reached toward the bucket.

Old Bage suddenly felt that his right hand was out of control, directly stuffed into the water bucket.

I saw the right hand emitting holy light in the water, the turbid water quickly became clear, and even the mud and sand that sank to the bottom of the bucket disappeared completely.

Not long after, a bucket of clear water, cleaner than the one scooped up from a clean well, appeared in the bucket.

Old Bage and the villagers were trembling with excitement, surrounding the water bucket, muttering: "Saved, we are saved, we are saved."

The image gradually disappeared, and Negris continued to circle the stone stele, muttering:

"This stone stele is very strange, it can assist the projection of power. Originally, projecting power to the Main Material Plane has at least a dozen times of attenuation, but with the help of the stone stele, the attenuation is much less. Ang, how much less is the power you projected onto Silver Coin compared to the projection through the stone stele?"

Ang calculated silently and replied: "Five times less."

"Tsk tsk, five times less. No wonder others can't beat the Bright Church. Others project over with more than ten times attenuation, it only attenuates a few times. No wonder Holy Spirit possession is so powerful. Ang, even if you personally possess Silver Coin, you can't beat a priest with angel descent," Negris sighed.

The prosperity of the Bright Church is really not casual. Even the projection of power has advantages.

Just as it was talking, the stone stele lit up again.

"Tsk, here again, is the Bright Church's business so busy?" Following its words, the stone stele showed an image, still Old Bage, still that group of villagers.

"Almighty Lord, your people are suffering from hunger, please save us, grant us delicious food..."

Old Bage fed the sick villagers with holy water, which produced effects almost immediately. Everyone's vomiting and diarrhea stopped, and they started shouting that they were hungry.

The disaster victims who suffered from floods and were hungry and tired, as if they had grasped the last straw, once again offered devout belief, praying for God's mercy.

Another Holy Crystal was condensing. Don't know if it was because of the success of the last time, leading to their belief being more firm, so the condensation speed was faster.

Ang grabbed it and turned out a bag of grain, stuffing it into the stone stele.

A bag of grain appeared abruptly in front of Old Bage like this.

Old Bage was stunned. Getting God's response for the first time was fine, but how come the Bright Gods are so straightforward?

Not right, this is not right, how come it is different from the description in the scriptures and epic legends?

Ang's straightforwardness made Old Bage doubt life a bit. However, the grain bag was real, and after opening it, it was full and fresh grain.

Chewing the raw and hard grain, Old Bage was still a bit unaccustomed. At this time, an oily-faced villager leaned over and asked tentatively: "Old Bage, should we pray to the gods again, grant us some firewood? Grain is too hard to chew raw."

Old Bage glanced at him sideways and said: "As long as you have belief in your heart, the light will respond to your prayer. Go."

The oily-faced villager smiled and shrank back: "God won't respond to me, hehe, hehe." He still had self-knowledge.

The crystal stone stele was dark and bright, very busy.

Unsurprisingly, the belief foundation of the Bright Church is too solid, with hundreds of millions of believers, praying anytime and anywhere, many of whom have very firm beliefs. A stone stele cannot handle it no matter what.

After Ang handled it a few times, Negris didn't let him continue: "Alright, alright, I roughly know the role of these stone steles. Don't respond to them anymore, otherwise they will think it is the favor of the Bright Gods, and all belief will be projected to the Bright Gods."

Ang shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Negris asked.

"Here, projected here," Ang stared at something, and a halo slowly appeared behind his head.

"Projected into the Scale of Scales? The belief primordial power you responded to is projected here?" Negris was surprised.

Ang nodded.

"But... but, this is not a godhead. Can you use the Scale of Scales to steal the belief of the Bright system, just like Xia Mala, a false god?" Negris asked.

"No, they have always been projected here," Ang pointed to the Scale of Scales, distressed, not knowing how to describe it clearly.

Fortunately, Negris was used to Ang's speaking style and guessed: "You mean, after responding to their prayers, the power of these believers' belief has always been projected to you?"

Ang nodded.

"Ku Ba Da, if this is the case, then you are not stealing belief, you are stealing believers, you are digging up their foundation," Negris said in shock.

Although Xia Mala stole belief, she was still within the Bright system. Ang is simply digging a wall, digging away other people's foundation.

Still wanting to say something, Philin ran in hurriedly and said excitedly: "Lord, Lord, the Plant Man has sprouted, the Plant Man you planted has sprouted."

"Sprouted?" Ang was a bit surprised, because the one planted in the Palace of Breath had been there for several days and hadn't sprouted. Now this one hadn't been planted for a day, and it actually sprouted?

"However, the sprout seems a bit withered, Lord, you should go and see." Philin said anxiously.