Chapter 269: Burn your grain

Anthony sometimes didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Summoning the main god to descend should have been a super invincible ultimate move. Not to mention how much power it would consume, at least it should take some time to chant the prayer, right?

No, Ang arrived as soon as he called, so fast that Anthony didn't even have a chance to cancel. Is there such an idle main god? There's no dignity at all.

Of course, he wasn't complaining; he just felt there was no dignity. Next time, he must think of a set of incredibly cool prayers and chant them before calling for help.

A powerful aura was generated out of thin air, and holy light erupted from Anthony's body. These lights could even move, slowly walking out of Anthony's body, holding their hands as if carrying a hammer, as if they were ready to swing it at any time.

A confused message was transmitted to the hearts of the two people in the field. Separated by a plane, they could both feel Ang tilting his head.

Xia Mala hurriedly said, "Six gods, my Lord, six gods, need six gods."

Ang's will focused on Anthony's body.

Anthony spread his hands: "I don't know either. She suddenly popped out and scared me. I thought it was an assassin, so I asked my Lord to save me. As for what six gods... when did you perceive this point?" This sentence was asked to Xia Mala.

Xia Mala said, "Two days ago."

"Be specific."

"Around nine o'clock at night two days ago." Xia Mala thought for a moment and gave a relatively specific time.

"Are you sure it has something to do with Lord Ang?" Anthony asked again.

Xia Mala nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes, it has something to do with Lord Ang. I felt that Lord Ang needs six gods, but why he needs six gods, I don't know."

"Nine o'clock at night two days ago? My Lord, what were you doing at night two days ago?" Anthony asked.

"Beating a god," Ang said. He was beating the Insect God Hemuer because it bit the little angel.

There were many guys under Ang's command, some strong, some weak, including dimensional behemoths, giant skeletons, little zombies, and World Trees. There were all kinds, and some had a very strong sense of territory, but they could live in peace and coexist peacefully on a daily basis, mainly because they had arranged their seats early on.

Every time a newcomer joined, the little angel would take the little zombie to talk to it. If they could talk, they would talk; if they couldn't, they would fight; if they couldn't win, they would find Ang.

Some clever ones, like the Dimensional Beast and Big Bone, had already established a relationship early on. Some silly ones really fought back. The Insect God directly bit off one of the little angel's arms, and it was sprayed with a Holy Light Flash by the little angel.

Then the little angel came back to find Ang, and Ang went over and beat it up again. So that night, he was beating a god.

Xia Mala and Anthony looked at each other. If someone else said they were "beating a god," it was likely bragging, but if Ang said it, it was probably true. No wonder he needed six gods; one or two might not be enough for Ang to beat.

"Is it because you were beating a god that Xia Mala had a premonition that you needed six gods? What do you need six for? Lining up to be beaten by you?"

Anthony frowned and shook his head: "This is wrong, the logic doesn't hold up. Either we ignored some key information, such as the time in the Pale Sea Plane being inconsistent with the Main Plane. A day there is two and a half hours shorter than ours. At nine o'clock two days ago, the Pale Sea Plane should have been four or five in the afternoon. What were you doing at that time, my Lord?"

Ang tilted his head: "Hatching a god."

That was exactly when Hemuer came out of the cocoon.

Anthony clapped his hands: "This should be the key. Xia Mala's ability is only premonition, not prophecy. Something must have happened to trigger her intuition in the dark. Because you were creating a god, six gods—perhaps you need to create six gods."

Ang counted on his fingers and nodded: "Enough."

After saying this, the power projected onto Anthony's body quickly receded, and Ang's aura disappeared and retreated.

"Uh, my Lord, could you reveal a little bit about what is enough? Don't just leave like this. It's too suspenseful," Anthony murmured to himself.

Of course, he only dared to murmur in a low voice and didn't dare to ask directly through his soul. He now understood a little why Naigelis complained to him from time to time; Ang was indeed annoying sometimes.

"Could... could it be that six gods are enough?" Xia Mala said weakly and uncertainly from the side.

Anthony blinked: "Although it's a bit incredible, since you said so, then it should be. Now what? Can you still feel anything now?"

Xia Mala shook her head: "I have never been able to perceive things about Lord Ang. Only that night, when we were practicing Holy Spirit Possession, did I have some intuition in the dark. But after trying again later, I couldn't perceive anything anymore."

Anthony nodded: "It's probably beyond your ability range. By the way, let's not talk about this. How are you two doing lately? Are you living well?"

Xia Mala smiled awkwardly.

Anthony knew at a glance that they weren't living well. Don't look at the two guys; one is a six-winged angel, and the other is a fallen saintess. In fact, they are just two girls who don't understand the world and have no life experience. Once force cannot solve the problem, they are immediately blind.

Luna is a Holy Spirit and has Holy Spirit Armor, and can also possess Xia Mala's body. But they couldn't run around wearing Holy Spirit Armor, right? Even less could they run around naked, right?

To wear clothes, it is inevitable to have contact with people. Otherwise, they can only go to steal or rob. But it's not easy for stolen clothes to fit, let alone be very dirty.

Even if they don't mind the outer clothes being dirty and use purification to purify them, what about underwear?

Would they be willing to wear someone else's underwear after purification? Anyway, Xia Mala wouldn't be willing.

So until now, she was still wearing the underwear sewn from the few bolts of silk cloth that Naigelis gave her when she was in the Dark City.

The quality of the fabric itself was very good, but Xia Mala's craftsmanship was not up to par. Wearing it until today, mended and patched, it had long since deformed. Who could have imagined that under the simple dress of a cold and beautiful saintess was deformed underwear?

Fortunately, no one had ever seen it, otherwise Xia Mala would have been so embarrassed that she would have immediately gouged out the other person's eyes.

Besides clothes, food was also a troublesome matter. Although her appetite was getting smaller and smaller now, she still needed to eat a little every day. Having gnawed on dry rations and raw meat for several months, she now missed the pastries of the Church.

Besides this, there was a pile of small troubles. Although she could still endure it, it definitely couldn't be counted as "living well." Now they were almost living in the dark and coming out at night, trying their best not to have contact with people, so as not to cause a pile of chaos again.

Before, Xia Mala was unscrupulous, but now she didn't dare. The Main Plane was suffering from famine and plague. If she went around causing trouble again, it would definitely affect the overall situation of disaster relief, and a pile of people would definitely come to encircle and suppress her.

Others were fine, but Anthony would definitely come to suppress her. Maybe he could persuade Ang. At that time, if Ang came to suppress her, she wouldn't even be able to run.

Her premonition ability was ineffective against Ang, and in front of Ang, the voice in her heart would only frantically warn her not to move around.

Not daring to mess around and having no life experience, Xia Mala was living very uncomfortably anyway.

Anthony said kindly, "I want to rebuild the Fallen Legion. Do you want to join?"

"Pfft—" Xia Mala spat it out. What is the Fallen Legion? The Fallen Legion refers to those people who were plundered of holy power and polluted by her during that period. Now Anthony is inviting her, the culprit, to join the legion? Are you kidding?

Anthony said seriously, "I'm not kidding. A pile of people with fallen power, under your command, can do many things."

"They can't accept my command because I was the one who turned them into fallen ones," Xia Mala retorted.

"You don't need to let them know your identity. This is a set of Holy Spirit Armor. You just need to wear it," Anthony took out a Holy Spirit Armor egg and placed it on the table.

"Impossible. Even if I wear the armor, those people will recognize me from the fallen power," Xia Mala said.

Anthony smiled slightly. At this time, he was 80% sure that he could fool Xia Mala into his command, because Xia Mala was talking to him about detailed operational problems, but she didn't refuse Anthony's proposal at all.

"We can do this and that, and then do this and that, and absolutely no one will suspect you."

Xia Mala was dumbfounded. This works too? She suddenly understood what it meant to be old and cunning. If she became an enemy of someone like Anthony, she might be played to death without even knowing who was playing her.

Ang withdrew his power and then scratched his head.

Naigelis hurriedly asked, "What did you do over there? What trouble did Anthony cause again? Calling for help again?"

After Ang told the story, Naigelis frowned: "Six gods? Why six? Instead of seven, eight, or ten?"

Ang tilted his head.

Naigelis flew back and forth flapping its wings: "You currently have the Undead Divine Spark, that counts as one. Me, that counts as one. The Beauty God and the Planting God only have faith fires and cannot count as gods. The Insect God counts as one. That's three."

"The Little Sapling is not a god. Although the elves call it the Life God, the power of the Tree of Life does not come from faith, but from itself. Its own power is even stronger than a god."

"You only have one ring of the Balance Ring and no divine spark, so it cannot count. So you only have three gods now, unless you can reignite the divine fires of the Beauty God and the Planting God."

Naigelis counted its four claws and then said, "But that's only five. One is still missing."

"Lisha, Harvest," Ang said.

Although it was a declarative tone, Naigelis knew it was a question mark and shook its head directly: "No, stealing divine power can make you a false god, but you can't become a true god. You can't get a divine spark."

"Oh, then this," Ang said, and then reached into the Palace of Rest.

Soon, Naigelis felt its main body—the Brass Book—being dragged fast, and it was soon dragged to the World Tree at the edge of the farm.

Naigelis immediately knew that Ang must have planted something again.

There was a World Tree there, a large bamboo forest. After Ang pushed the bamboo aside, he pointed to a flower bud inside: "This."

This flower bud was exactly the same as the one in the Druid Canyon that grew a divine body, but it was much smaller, only about the size of a washbasin.

"Ku Ba Da, are you planting a god?!" Naigelis couldn't help but want to scream.

Ku Ba Da, this dead skeleton was actually planting a god secretly. Admittedly, what grows out of a flower bud is not necessarily a god, but it is a faster way to create a god. The elf Druid studied it for over a thousand years and finally achieved results.

Unfortunately, that divine body was pinched to death by the Life God.

"Are you sure you can plant a god? Only with a divine spark does it count," Naigelis asked.

Ang nodded.

"Then that's enough. As long as we reignite the divine fires of the Beauty God and the Planting God, plus this, we will have six gods. But what do we need six gods for? Did Xia Mala say anything else?" Naigelis asked.

Ang shook his head.

Leaving the Palace of Rest and returning to his body, Naigelis was still chattering there: "What do we need six gods for? What do we need six gods for?"

Ang suddenly sacrificed the faith fire of the Planting God and said with some confusion: "It, is growing."

The faith fire of the Planting God had grown a circle larger. Before, it was just a small flame, about the size of a finger, but now it was the size of a palm.

"What did you do? When did it start to grow? Could it be that a large number of Planting God believers suddenly appeared?" Naigelis excitedly grabbed Ang's hand and asked with wide eyes.

Before, the Beauty God's faith fire had never changed, so Naigelis didn't pay much attention to the Planting God's faith fire. It didn't expect it to suddenly grow.

Ang thought for a while: "Seven days ago."

"Things from seven days ago, why are you only saying it now?" Naigelis was angry.

This dead skeleton didn't care about anything other than farming. Even if the faith fire grew, he didn't say anything. If it weren't for this time?

Seven days ago, what happened seven days ago?

That day, they started harvesting crops and then transported them to the Main Plane to Anthony...

Thinking of the crops, Naigelis subconsciously turned its head toward the planting area. Looking in that direction, it saw wisps of white smoke slowly rising in that direction.

Naigelis had a bad premonition and turned to look at Ang.

Ang hadn't discovered it yet, holding the Planting God's faith fire, blankly examining it.

How I wish he would never discover it, otherwise this plane would explode, right...

"Ang, don't be excited, look over there." After all, he had to face it, Naigelis said, biting the bullet.

Ang looked up, and his whole person shot out, running wildly, rushing out of the sandbar, and running onto the waterway. He thought he would sink, but who knew he wouldn't. He saw his soles stepping on the air, as if stepping on a solid object, stepping on the air, running in a straight line toward the direction where the white smoke rose.

Naigelis didn't know what to say. Isn't this Flash's air-stepping flight? Ang was in such a hurry that he actually forced it out.

In the planting area, Gulu Gu and its clansmen were dragging a large bag, swimming quietly under the floating glue board, while swimming, taking out stones from the bag and sprinkling them in the waterway.

After they swam for a while, the stones reacted with the water, crackling and bursting. The surrounding water quickly boiled and smoked, burning the gel and crops on the water surface. Although it couldn't be burned into carbon, it also sank into the water and boiled into mud.

Before the stones reacted with the water, Gulu Gu and its clansmen had already swum to the distance, muttering while swimming: "Let you kill the Sea God of Gulu Gu, burn your grain, starve you to death."

Gulu Gu didn't know what kind of trouble its actions had caused for the entire seabed.

"It's over, the grain is all gone, Anthony's disaster relief plan can't go on." Naigelis looked at the water surface that looked like rotten soup and immediately realized the serious chain reaction.

After losing the sufficient grain supply, all of Anthony's plans would not be able to go on. If the grain could not be replenished in a short time, the entire plan would collapse in a chain reaction. Anthony's prestige would plummet, and he might be driven out of the position of acting Pope.

PS: Uh, today seems to be my birthday. Sigh, whatever, anyway, there's no day off. Asking for votes. ===== CHAPTER 270 =====