Chapter 305: Three Divine Skills

"Dead ones don't need to be raised!" Nai Ge Li Si sprayed Liu with dog's blood on the spot.

Liu was very persistent and even dragged a zombie over: "I raised it. Smart."

The zombie looked at Liu, then at Nai Ge, and finally looked at Ang, slowly kneeling down to Ang.

"Hey, has wisdom. Lich?" Nai Ge Li Si leaned over in surprise and looked at it carefully.

After studying for a while, he found that this was indeed a lich, a lich that had just awakened wisdom not long ago.

"You raised it?" Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion. Do undead creatures need to be raised?

Every undead creature with wisdom is precious because the number is really too scarce. Among hundreds of millions of undead creatures, there may only be a few with wisdom.

The Dark City has more than three thousand intelligent undead creatures. This is accumulated over thousands of years with a base of billions of people.

The average life expectancy of humans in this era is only forty-something. A thousand years is enough to update and replace dozens of times.

"I raised it. It was stupid at first. I talked to it, and after talking a lot, it became smart," Liu said very hard, fearing that Nai Ge Li Si wouldn't believe her, and kept patting her chest hard.

Nai Ge Li Si really didn't believe it: "You mean you talked to it, and it turned from a stupid zombie into a smart skeleton? You're lying to ghosts. If it were that easy, liches would be running all over the ground. Fine, fine, I know. You want to take care of them, you can. Wait until they are reincarnated, and I'll let you take care of them."

Although he didn't believe it, Nai Ge Li Si still gave her this opportunity. Zombie flying dragons don't need to eat, drink, or pull, but maintenance is still needed.

The trouble now is these one hundred and more living ones. Raising flying dragons is not an easy thing. Otherwise, there wouldn't only be one Flying Long Qishi Order in various places in the plane. If they were easy to raise, Yin Bi would have raised a pile to engage in transportation long ago.

They are timid. Yes, timid. Otherwise, dozens or hundreds wouldn't have been scared to death on the spot. After being frightened, they are prone to illness and will transmit various bird plagues.

Secondly, they eat very finely. They don't eat ordinary grain, only meat and soybeans and the like. The processing of food is also very particular. Otherwise, they will have diarrhea.

The City of the Goddess of Beauty doesn't even raise horses, let alone raise hundreds of flying dragons? Why not kill them all and reincarnate them into undead flying dragons?

Just as he was deliberating, he suddenly sensed some fluctuations. Looking back, he saw Ang pulling a phantom out of the body of the largest flying dragon, punching the phantom, and smashing certain things.

"Ku Ba Da... Goddess of Beauty Fist. You saved the Goddess of Beauty Fist, but used it here? You..." Nai Ge Li Si couldn't stop it in time, so he had to mutter and complain.

When saving the stuck eggs on Longdao, Ang didn't use the Goddess of Beauty Fist because he had already found the simplest way to solve the egg-stuck problem.

Bu Lusike was also more willing to use this method because he could understand it. The Goddess of Beauty Fist was too profound, and he couldn't understand it. What if he smashed away other things while smashing away the defects of the stuck egg?

No one is very willing to let a technology that hasn't been verified by time be used on their own children. If there is another more reliable method, it must be used.

So Ang's Goddess of Beauty Fist was saved.

Now, this Goddess of Beauty Fist, which was hard to save, was wasted by him on a flying dragon. It was really infuriating.

However, Nai Ge Li Si was already used to it. If Ang followed his train of thought one day, he might not be used to it.

After being sullen for a while, he stopped being angry and asked: "What did you smash?"

Ang said: "Defects of the stomach."

"Stomach defects? Does it have stomach trouble?" Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion.

This flying dragon is tall and strong, and it doesn't look like it has any stomach problems at all. According to his understanding of the Goddess of Beauty Fist, to change defects, Ang must know where the defects are, otherwise he has no way to start. How does he know the flying dragon's stomach has defects?

"It said so. Flying dragon, it created it," Ang said. After finishing, he had people drive over two hundred small fat sheep, then transferred over ten tons of grain, ten tons of dried seaweed, and finally walked to a large stone.

This stone was taller than Ang and might weigh several tons. Ang hugged it and tried to lift it with force.

Lu Se ran over all the way and fawned: "My lord, my lord, I'll come to help. Everyone, come over to help."

However, before he could get close, Ang's hands suddenly felt light. The sky full of straw was tossed up by him. The stone weighing several tons turned into straw weighing several tons under the eyes of everyone, and was tossed up by Ang with a "whoosh."

Straw weighing several tons is much larger in volume than stone of the same weight. Ang used too much force and tossed some of it into the sky. This contrast between heavy and light, small and large, was really shocking.

"Miracle... miracle." Miss Miss Lisha muttered.

As a former Light Saintess, this scene had a special impact on her, because the creation legend in the Light Scripture describes the Creator God turning mud into grain. Although Ang is not turning into grain now, but into straw, the essence is the same. Both are creation techniques.

Nai Ge Li Si received a greater impact, but not because of the stone turning into straw, but because of Ang's "it said so." Only Nai Ge Li Si heard who this "it" was.

"Bloodline inheritance. You mean, every time you transform into the Dragon God, the bloodline inheritance tells you some things?" Nai Ge Li Si asked impatiently, pulling Ang out of the straw pile.

Ang had said before that the Dragon God told him some things, but that was not the Dragon God, but the bloodline inheritance. At that time, he hadn't seen flying dragons, so the bloodline wouldn't awaken these things.

If it was the transformation when facing flying dragons this time, he only awakened these aspects of knowledge, which means that every time he transforms into the Dragon God, he can awaken some things.

Ang nodded.

Nai Ge Li Si slapped his waist: "I said so. Why do you learn so many new tricks every time you transform into the Dragon God? You also know many things unrelated to planting. I clearly didn't teach you. It turns out it's bloodline inheritance."

"Flying dragon, it created it. Has defects. Stomach is weak. Doesn't eat vegetarian. Beat it off," Ang said habitually, jumping out a few words at a time.

"Pfft, eat vegetarian?" Nai Ge Li Si widened his dragon eyes. Let flying dragons eat vegetarian? Aren't soybeans vegetarian?

"Not vegetarian enough. Eating grass is good," Ang walked to the big flying dragon and pointed his finger at its body.

The flying dragon was hungry soon. Looking at those small fat sheep, it looked at the surroundings hesitantly.

Under normal circumstances, there would be knights and attendants coming to handle its food personally. But looking around, it seemed that no one was going to do this.

Hungry and helpless, the flying dragon had to do it itself, opening its bloody mouth to the small fat sheep: Ah~~~ ah~~~ ah~~~

"Is this a fool? It just opens its mouth and does nothing?"

"It... seems to be waiting for the little sheep to walk into its mouth."

"..."

No one helped it. These pampered flying dragons, who even had people feeding them, finally found the instinct to eat before starving to death. It bit a small fat sheep, chewed it up with hair and skin, and swallowed it.

One bite at a time, it ate dozens of small fat sheep. Ang didn't let it eat anymore and pointed to the dried seaweed.

The flying dragon tried to bite the small fat sheep several times, but was fanned back by Ang. Hungry and unbearable, it had to gnaw on the dried seaweed unwillingly.

After eating several mouthfuls, Ang threw it a small fat sheep, and then it ate several mouthfuls of dried seaweed. Ang threw it another small fat sheep. In just a few dozen minutes, he forcibly changed the habit of a flying dragon that used meat as its staple food and made dried seaweed its staple food.

For ordinary flying dragons, such a big change in diet would make their stomachs unable to adapt, and now they would probably have diarrhea. But the flying dragon was completely fine.

Not only that, its teeth were also changing, growing molars more suitable for grinding, and the sharp canine teeth significantly degenerated.

After its molars took shape, Ang didn't even give it dried seaweed to eat, only straw. The flying dragon resisted to no avail. After being hungry and unbearable, it finally gnawed on the straw happily.

Straw can be eaten, and other plants are naturally no problem. Ang got some grass, and it ate it sweetly.

A Goddess of Beauty Fist forcibly beat a meat-eating flying dragon into a grass-eating flying dragon.

Nai Ge Li Si's eyes were shining. He knew too well what this meant. If flying dragons could eat grass, then the grass on Longdao alone could raise tens of thousands of flying dragons.

Dragon beasts, dragon beasts—in fact, they are livestock raised by the Dragon Clan. In the past, the dragon beasts raised by the Dragon Clan were mainly used for eating.

But raising dragon beasts requires a large amount of meat, so the dragons raised some grass-eating sheep. After raising them, the dragons found that using sheep to raise dragon beasts, and then they eat the dragon beasts—why not just eat the sheep directly?

So the ones raised by the Dragon Clan became grass-eating animals like cattle and sheep, and the meat-eating dragon beasts were driven away to fend for themselves.

When he was young, Nai Ge Li Si also thought about this problem: Since dragon beasts eat meat and are hard to raise, why did the Dragon God create such a species?

Now he understands a little. The species created by the Dragon God are not perfect, or rather, they are not the perfection needed by the Dragon God.

When Ang transformed into the Dragon God, the bloodline inherited the Dragon God's cognition of flying dragons, plus he happened to have a divine skill like the Goddess of Beauty Fist, so he smashed away the places the Dragon God thought were defects with one punch.

Now this kind of grass-eating flying dragon is the perfect dragon beast in the eyes

When Ang transformed into the Dragon God, his bloodline inherited the Dragon God's understanding of wyverns. Coupled with the fact that he happened to possess a divine skill like the Beauty God's Fist, he smashed the very flaws the Dragon God perceived with a single punch.

To the Dragon God, these grass-eating wyverns are now the perfect dragon beasts.

"And then, you can turn dirt into grass, so eating grass is equivalent to eating dirt. Perfect," Negris said with annoyance.

Ang now possesses three godhoods, each with a divine skill: the Undead God's Instant Death Aura, the Beauty God's Beauty God's Fist, and the Planting God's Elemental Conversion. Each one is unimaginably incredible.

If divine skills were ranked, the ones Ang has awakened would definitely be among the top tier of all divine skills, not even inferior to the Harvest Goddess's Gaze of Conception.

Negris used to think Gaze of Conception was useless, but it doesn't think so anymore. It realizes this divine skill is a population multiplier; with the Harvest Goddess around, any species can rapidly double in number.

If the Harvest Goddess were still alive, it would spare no cost to invite her to Longdao to watch over those dragons as they lived their married lives.

Hopefully, Lisa can steal the Harvest Goddess's divine power; if she could also awaken the same divine skill, that would be wonderful.

The grass wyverns were penned up separately, while the other wyverns were driven to the lake island to let them inhabit it for the time being.

Modifying a wyvern's flaws doesn't show any changes immediately; the grass wyverns need to have offspring to pass down the modified bloodline and expand their population. It will take several generations to see the changes.

However, with a single grass wyvern, once the bloodline is passed down, after one generation, all grass wyverns will be its descendants. If they continue to interbreed, the bloodline will be diluted, and it's hard to say whether it will degenerate.

If he doesn't want the bloodline to degenerate, Ang must modify several more grass wyverns and have their offspring pair up. After several generations, the bloodlines will be distant enough that there will be no need to worry about inbreeding, and the population can then increase.

While he was busy, Ang suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart and abruptly looked up toward the south.

"What's wrong?" Negris noticed his abnormality and hurriedly asked.

Ang didn't speak and directly pulled out the Brass Book.

When his true body appeared in this plane, Negris also felt that palpitation: "Divine fire? Someone has ignited a divine fire?"

The ignition of a divine fire has a very strange mechanism; it seems that all the gods in the entire plane can feel a palpitation.

Ang's Beauty God and Planting God divine fires were both ignited while in the Pale Sea plane, which is why they were sensed by the Redemption Goddess.

The first time she crashed over, thinking it was just some scum who had just ignited a divine fire, she didn't expect to crash into a nest of gods.

The second time, she learned her lesson and refused to go out no matter what.

Now, both Ang and Negris felt that palpitation; someone had ignited a divine fire.

The Church has entered the highest level of alert. The protective barrier is open, the spatial interference array is activated, all teleportation arrays are inoperable, and similarly, spatial magic like Instant Flash is also completely ineffective.

Various defensive equipment has been deployed, and every department is fully armed and on standby. Unfortunately, ordinary people cannot feel this palpitation and can only wait in confusion, even complaining about the higher-ups making a fuss, overreacting, being unreasonable, and tossing them around.

Some people simply don't understand that when doom arrives, everything remaining as usual is the best situation.

Dyson looked at the divine power sizzling on his hands and stared in shock at the light shadow behind Guliani: "You, you all..."

"Heh, you fire-thief who steals faith-fire are even more detestable than us, aren't you?" Guliani said with composure: "What's going on with this faith-fire in your hands? Did you think you could hide it from me?"

"I, I, I..." Dyson stammered, unable to speak.

Yes, fire-thieves. The Light Gods have been missing for over a thousand years, but for these thousand-plus years, the Light Church has operated as usual, and believers have offered devotion piously. Could they not have ignited a few sparks of faith-fire?

Of course they could, but it was stolen by others—stolen by Dyson and his predecessors. They have been parasitizing the Light Church while calling themselves fire-thieves, stealing every spark capable of becoming a god and claiming them as their own.

Dyson even used the excess faith-fire to backstab Harvey once.

It is a pity that they lacked the ability to ignite the faith-fire and could not complete the dream they had always pursued—becoming a god.

However, looking at the sizzling divine power, Dyson found it hard to believe, because Guliani had helped him fulfill his dream and ignited his divine fire.

"You have two choices now: pledge loyalty to my master, or die." Guliani smiled as he said this, maintaining his usual kind and approachable image, but his words made Dyson shudder with fear.

Dyson looked at the phantom behind Guliani, slowly knelt on the ground, and asked through gritted teeth: "Are you the evil gods Anthony spoke of?"

"No, my master is merely the shadow of the light." Guliani's cheek twitched, and he thought to himself: Anthony just made up an excuse, but he happened to get it right...