Chapter 316: God says: Can you farm!

The next afternoon, Abyss of Rest, World Transit Station, everyone was waiting in full battle array, preparing to receive the materials sent by the XX plane. This XX plane certainly has a name.

But it has no meaning, because the name everyone knows is different, unless everyone shares the plane coordinates for comparison. Anthony took out the coordinates for comparison.

Unfortunately, in the coordinate system map of the World Transit Station, there is no record of this coordinate. This might be a new plane.

So it is temporarily called the Mary plane, because the person who docked with Anthony is called Mary.

As for how the coordinates came from? Bought from the Adventurer's Guild. Those pervasive adventurers, you can buy anything you want from them.

The other party had sent samples for him to see, indicating that there were 10,000 tons of grain for sale. If the transaction went smoothly, they could have hundreds of thousands of tons of grain later, because they were a grain-producing plane, and grain production far exceeded consumption, so there was surplus grain for sale.

Anthony had conducted several transactions with them using ordinary teleportation arrays, and each time the delivery was timely. However, transactions of one or two hundred tons could use ordinary teleportation arrays, but transactions of tens of thousands of tons of grain would lose money if ordinary teleportation arrays were used.

Ang's 100,000 tons of grain were sent using ordinary teleportation arrays, emptying Anthony's family fortune. If sent like this again, he would have to go borrow money.

This was also why he bargained with Ang. Poor, no money.

Unfortunately, his wishful calculation was broken by Silver Coin.

Now, owing 80% of the freight, he finally obtained Ang's consent to open the World Transit Station.

However, he didn't tell Ang about the freight at all, but said this: "My lord, the plants of each plane are different. Some are what our main plane doesn't have. If we can find some special plants, such as male-sterile strains, drought-resistant parents, etc., we can cross-breed. We can require the other party to prioritize trading special plants."

Anthony mumbled those terms, and he didn't know what they meant himself. This was what he asked several Druids before he set off. He felt it should be able to move Ang.

Who knew Ang glanced at him and shook his head.

Ah? The lord doesn't agree? Anthony was dazed. He had imagined all the difficulties, but never thought Ang would disagree, because Ang was usually easy to talk to. For a main god, Ang was simply "approachable" unlike a god.

Why disagree? Did he ignore any factors? Anthony habitually pondered, wanting to solve these factors.

Ang said: "This matter, it seems, is very important to you, I agree."

Anthony was stunned for a good while before reacting: "My lord, you mean: because it is very important to me, so you agree to open the World Transit Station? Not because of the plants?"

Ang nodded.

Anthony was dazed for a good while, and suddenly his nose felt a bit sour, and he said nonchalantly: "Thank you very much, my lord."

Ang tilted his head and reached his hand into the Palace of Rest again.

Negris flew to Anthony's side, elbowed him, and said: "Rare, this is the first time he agreed to something without equivalent exchange."

Anthony smiled unnaturally: "Is it? It's really shameful to let the lord make an exception. My loyalty to the lord is as clean as holy light. No, I can't let the lord make an exception. When I go back, I will sell some temples to repay the lord's care."

Negris curled his lips: "Don't you think 'holy light' is a bit strange when used here?"

"Is it? No, holy light belongs to the lord. Don't interrupt. You heard what the lord said just now. Hurry up and open the World Transit Station for me."

After the first attempt at the World Transit Station, it was never opened again. That time it directly contacted the long-lost Purple Bone, a 100% connection rate, which gave Negris a clear understanding of the popularity of the World Transit Station, so he didn't dare to start it later.

During the Undead Empire period, the World Transit Station was the focus of the world, and someone was connecting to it at all times. When there were too many connection requests, they had to queue up and wait for it to call.

Although over a thousand years have passed, some teleportation arrays are still foolishly sending connection requests, expecting its response. However, as time passes, many teleportation arrays that hold the coordinates of the World Transit Station cannot be started due to damage, and connection requests will become fewer and fewer.

Of course, you can record the coordinates and transfer them to a new teleportation array to send a request, but a new teleportation array that has never been connected needs to enter coordinates every time.

Only after the connection is successful will it be recorded in the coordinate system map, and it can be sent with one click in the future.

However, many teleportation arrays may not even have a coordinate system map. Theoretically, after closing the identifier of the World Transit Station, what the other party sees is a teleportation point. If it doesn't have a coordinate system map, it won't display the name.

The safety factor is very high. For example, it was opened last time, and the news of the opening of the World Transit Station was not leaked. It was just that Negris was scared by Purple Bone's call.

However, my lord, the times are different. When the World Transit Station was opened, the Abyss of Rest had just solved the grain problem. What about now?

Now there are hundreds of thousands of people, strong soldiers... no horses, dozens of Purple Bone Titans, a dozen Night Watchers, tens of thousands of elite undead creatures, various fine equipment, including but not limited to Angel Holy Armor, Archangel Staff, etc...

Hey, why are they all plucked from the Church of Light?

More importantly, Ang is now a three-in-one god. Who dares to come over, blow them up!

To be safe, everyone is still waiting in full battle array, even Patxi is placed back on the original god throne, chatting with Flash: "You might not know, how many things we blew up back then, what Abyss Lord, Elemental Lord, nameless gods, can't count them all. My spring iron fist is invincible, my shell is indestructible..." Balabala a big pile.

Flash asked curiously: "Did your fist bounce back and hit yourself?"

Patxi muttered: "Yes... don't ask such unpleasant things."

"No, I'm very happy. You say it out to make everyone happy. How did you smash it? Where did you smash it?" Flash was suddenly excited. 【31

Negris, who was watching them mutter to each other from the side, couldn't help but say: "Have you noticed that those guardian units that stand still for long periods easily become chatterboxes? Patxi is like this, and the Treant Geer is also like this."

Anthony shook his head: "I don't think so. Those who run around everywhere aren't necessarily quiet either, like Lightning."

"Is that being talkative? That's just having a foul mouth," Negris scolded.

After padding the word count for a while, the agreed-upon time finally arrived. The stone pillars of the teleportation array slowly began to glow. Now, the World Transit Station no longer required Ang and Negris to operate it personally.

Soon, the transit station was running at its limit. A ball of light flickered, and within the light appeared a large pile of strange and bizarre figures. Although it was unclear what they were, they were definitely not the ten thousand tons of grain that had been agreed upon.

At the same time, a loud and arrogant voice rang out from the light: "Greedy humans, ten thousand tons of grain, just to let you open the door to your home? What you've welcomed might not be grain, but death! I, Abyss Lord Glasgow, leading the Nightmare Legion, have officially descended... eh?"

From the moment that pile of strange figures appeared in the light, Anthony's entire upright waist and back slumped down involuntarily, giving off a feeling of dejection.

In the end, he had been deceived. With Anthony's shrewdness, could he not see some clues?

He saw them. For example, the packaging weight of the grain was inconsistent, the material of the bags varied, and the grade of the grain was mixed, looking more like it had been 'collected' from various channels.

However, Anthony was willing to take this risk because he was truly short on grain.

Only those who desire nothing will not be deceived. If one is desperate for something, one is full of flaws. However, what to do if one has been deceived?

*Ku Ba Da* it, ah ah ah ah!!!!

Anthony straightened his body abruptly, his eyes bursting with intense light, like two magical crystal lightbulbs, glaring forward, and holy light erupted from his body.

Ang, who was to the side, was stunned for a moment, tilted his head, and took a step forward, soul flames rising from his head.

He felt a strong conviction coming from Anthony, begging for his power.

Anthony's divine soul, combined with Ang's power, was poured into Anthony's body all at once.

Anthony stepped forward, a halo rippling out with every step. From that halo, Ang felt signs of life acceleration—a weakened version of the Accelerate Death Aura.

Step by step, the light on Anthony's body turned into a light shadow, slowly rising from him. At the same time, he raised his scepter, and a loud voice resounded throughout the area—God says: Do·you·know·how·to·farm!