Chapter 325: Can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain

The three guys didn't do anything else, just squatted on the ground in a circle, watching the godhead slowly dissipate.

"Why would this happen? Can godheads that haven't been defined not exist independently?" Negris asked curiously.

This godhead was planted from the ground, not ignited by the fire of faith, which means it hasn't been defined, it's blank.

The faith elemental power of the Goddess of Harvest comes from human longing for harvest. The faith elemental power of the God of Undead comes from people's pursuit of eternal life. The power of the Light Gods comes from people's yearning for light.

This godhead has no source of faith. Is it because of this that it can't be maintained?

"How would I know, I'm not a god. By the way, you seem to be a god, although you only have one believer." Du Luo Ken said casually, choking Negris until he rolled his eyes.

Dissipating and dissipating, after the godhead shrank by half, one of the four sub-palaces in the distance, the last Witch's Palace that hadn't been lit, lit up with a bang.

"Eh, the Rest Palace stopped turning? So that's it, I understand." Du Luo Ken only then noticed the situation of the Rest Palace and said suddenly.

Negris hurriedly asked: "So what? Hurry up and say it."

He was curious to death. Luoke's Palace was inexplicably activated, Du Luo Ken's palace was inexplicably activated, and now the Witch's Palace was also inexplicably activated. It seems there is no connection between them.

Luoke's Palace is because of the death breath liquid, but the Witch's Palace is because of the energy of the godhead dissipation. Is it because injecting corresponding energy can activate these palaces? What energy does the main hall need?

Du Luo Ken explained: "When I designed the Rest Palace, I used the dimensional space multi-layer stacking method to build it. Don't look at them on the same plane, in fact, each palace belongs to a separate dimension. Only when the energy of the space remains balanced can the Rest Palace operate normally."

Thinking about it, Du Luo Ken clapped his hands and said: "To prevent the loss of a certain single energy, such as the King not being at home, leading to imbalance, I designed several insurances, seventeen types of energy, as long as seven types remain balanced, there will be no problem. Seventeen basic energies, it is impossible to lose eleven types at once."

"In addition to this, the material replacement of the space must also follow the principle of equivalent exchange. To take things out of here, you must put in the same material or energy."

When Du Luo Ken said this, Ang tilted his head, and Negris also patted his waist muscles: "So that's it, no wonder Ang has to inject soul energy every time he transfers crops out."

"Soul energy? Transfer crops?" Du Luo Ken asked in confusion.

Negris explained, Du Luo Ken frowned and said: "You mean the dimensional space positioning transfer bracelet? What ratio? It doesn't make sense. It may be a problem of dimensional balance. Under normal circumstances, transferring materials doesn't take so much energy supplement. So much soul energy just transfers tens of catties of crops? You are really rich, don't you know how to use the World Transit Station?"

Of course they know. Now the large-scale transfer of crops in the farm is through the World Transit Station, and moving fertilizer in is the same.

"You mean, things put in and transferred out through the bracelet, the ratio should be similar to the World Transit Station? We wasted money before?" Negris asked with a heartache.

Du Luo Ken nodded, and then regardless of the little fat dragon squatting on the ground drawing circles, continued: "I set so many insurances, why did the Rest Palace stop turning? And why is it just stopping instead of collapsing? Even if it is missing to this point, multi-dimensional overlap will definitely collapse, right? What did you do at that time?"

Du Luo Ken couldn't figure it out. For example, a bridge originally needed seven bridge piers to maintain, now seventeen were built. I thought it was foolproof, who knew that eleven or more collapsed in one breath, but the bridge is still maintained, just the entrance and exit are closed.

Compared to why eleven collapsed, Du Luo Ken is more curious about how the bridge with less than seven piers did not collapse?

"You ask me? I was sealed in a book, what could I do." Negris said.

Du Luo Ken looked at Ang again, Ang tilted his head: "Grow vegetables."

"Oh, right, you used to be a vegetable-growing skeleton, almost forgot, maybe slept too long, memory is a bit bad." Du Luo Ken scratched his head, and said bitterly: "It's not right either, you are a skeleton, how many vegetables can you grow, it's impossible to grow for a thousand years, vegetables are not easy to preserve, they would have rotted long ago."

Speaking of this, Du Luo Ken noticed the strange expression on Negris's face, and then looked at Ang: "You really grew vegetables for a thousand years?"

Ang nodded.

Du Luo Ken took a breath: "Good guy, are skeletons so stupid... dedicated? What about those vegetables?"

After learning that Ang stored the things grown in the cellar, Du Luo Ken stood up, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

After turning more than ten times, he said faintly: "Now only one explanation is reasonable. The farm barrier is the incremental part of the balance point of the entire Rest Palace. You keep growing things, and the grown materials are stored in the cellar outside the barrier. After a thousand years, the incremental part just happens to balance the stability of the space."

Just finished speaking, Du Luo Ken started to go crazy himself: "Ku Ba Da, it's impossible to be so coincidental, just because you keep growing things, it maintained the balance of such a large Rest Palace? Just missing this little bit?"

Anyway, there is no way to verify it. In the muttering, everyone came to the Witch's Palace.

"The Witch is still as simple as ever." Du Luo Ken sighed.

Negris didn't speak. Most of his memories about the Witch were lost. He couldn't remember what kind of person the other party was, which also raised a question for him: Why did the Undead King erase these memories of his?

It is really too simple. The Witch's Palace can be seen to the end at a glance, empty, not even a table, the Brass Book Tower at least has a table.

The two banshees floated to the center of the palace and sang softly.

The sound instantly became incomparably ethereal. The interior of this palace should have been designed in terms of wave fields. Not only is the sound more ethereal, but the soul energy carried by the sound is also incomparably solid.

That is, the imaging power is greatly increased. Although everyone is standing in different positions, everyone can feel as if the banshees are in front of you.

After the banshees sang a song of the deceased, the singing style suddenly turned: Undead spirit and immortal soul, step over the river of the afterlife...

Negris was shocked: "Eh, Undead Movement? Can they sing the Undead Movement?"

Banshees can't sing the Undead Movement because this is a song sung with the soul. However, under the blessing of the space, they barely sang it out, and also triggered a weak soul resonance, which is also the key to why the Undead Movement can improve the soul. If it cannot trigger soul resonance, just treat it as a poem, then everyone can hum two sentences.

A humming sound came from the side. Turning his head to look, Du Luo Ken had already materialized a lounge chair from somewhere, lying on it and shaking his head and humming.

Just at this time, Ang suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something.

Negris was already accustomed to it. When Ang made this action, it was generally because believers were calling him. Only a few people can call him directly, Lisa, Yinbi, Purple Skeleton, Ouke, Anthony, etc., one hand can count them.

Negris was already accustomed to this. When Ang makes this gesture, it usually means a believer is calling out to him. Only a few people can call him directly—Lisa, Silver Coin, Purple Skeleton, Ouke, Anthony, and so on—you could count them on one hand.

No need to ask, when Ang turned his head, Negris had already asked unhappily: "It's Anthony again, right? Calling you for help?"

Anthony is the one who calls Ang most often during this period, moving and moving is 'my lord, help', which is Ang's good temper. If it were another god, he would have given him two divine punishments long ago.

Ang nodded: "He said, there is faith, let me go and harvest."

"Not calling for help? Is it letting you go and harvest faith? Is he so kind?"

When Ang arrived outside the city of the Black Mountain Principality in the main plane, he only saw the black-pressed refugee camp extending to the end of the horizon, and the crowd shouting for the protection of light with excitement.

Anthony quietly greeted him and said anxiously: "My lord, my lord, there are people inciting trouble in the crowd. The number is too large and I can't clean it up for a while. Many people have been incited. I want you to walk from the air, throw down grain along the way, appease everyone's emotions, and find those who incite, you judge their crimes on the spot."

Negris, who was projected on Ang, couldn't help but scold: "Ku Ba Da, I knew you weren't so kind, it turns out you were still calling Ang for help."

Anthony said embarrassedly: "By the way, harvest a wave of faith. There are more than 400,000 people gathered here. Someone has been secretly inciting. I have already made a lot of preparations, but I was still caught by them. Now only the lord can appease them. Distributing grain is no longer useful. You have to judge those inciters on the spot and scare the others. The lord's original sin shackles can do this."

Anthony also knows original sin shackles, but he has to rest for a while after releasing it once. There are too many inciters in the crowd, and he is afraid he can't handle it.

Moreover, the name 'Bitter Monk Ang', with the spread of believers, is now more useful than his Archbishop acting Pope.

Don't look at the Archbishop acting Pope, it seems very majestic, but when the crowd is surging, everyone is more willing to trust the kind old pastor in the nearby street, and the identity of the bitter monk happens to be not so high.

"Let go, let go, let me see." A voice that made Anthony unfamiliar but a bit familiar sounded on Ang.

Du Luo Ken projected onto Ang. Don't think that only Negris can project. Everyone is in the Rest Palace, and everyone has a soul-level connection with Ang. As long as Ang agrees, Du Luo Ken can also project.

"Hiss—what's going on? Such rich Light Divine Power? Are these people believers of Light? You want to harvest the faith of Light believers? I didn't hear it wrong, did I?"

Anthony remembered something and asked incredulously: "Lord Du Luo Ken?"

"You know me?" Du Luo Ken asked in surprise, consciousness sweeping over Anthony: "Eh, such strong Light Holy Power? This is at least an Archbishop? What's going on? Did you betray Light, or did you surrender to Light?"

"Hehe, Lord Du Luo Ken, I am Piero." Anthony laughed.

"Uh, you are Piero? The undead Piero who built the reincarnation altar? You became a running dog of Light?" Du Luo Ken asked.

To say that Anthony is only generally familiar with Negris, then he is very familiar with Du Luo Ken. The basic construction of the reincarnation altar was taught to him by Du Luo Ken.

"No, no, no, I have a sincere heart towards Und

"No, no, no, my heart is set on the Undead. In life, I am Lord Ang's person; in death, I am Lord Ang's soul. Lord Du Luo Ken, when did you wake up? I'll chat with you later; Lord, please help me pacify this place first," Anthony said urgently.

With faith power to harvest, Ang was of course very willing. He is currently very short on soul flames. If he had an unlimited supply of soul flames, he could suppress the famine in the main plane with a backhand. Back then, he grew one hundred thousand tons of seaweed rice in just two or three days.

Adjusting the appearance and attire transformed by his scarecrow hat to the previous Penitent An, Ang walked step by step through the air to above the crowd.

"Penitent An, it's Lord An, it's Lord An!" Some people who had seen Ang or heard the great name of 'Penitent An' shouted excitedly.

Ang threw a bag of grain down.

The people around went instantly crazy. Some shouted Ang's name excitedly, while others threw themselves madly at the grain bag, scrambling for it.

The scene immediately turned chaotic. Everyone was pushing and shoving, fighting and grabbing; those who were weak, small, and starving were immediately trampled underfoot.

Seeing this scene from afar, Anthony's heart tightened. A miscalculation, a miscalculation! If a stampede occurred because of the grain, leading to deaths, not only would he be unable to harvest much faith, but the Lord's prestige would also be damaged.

There were too many people and it was too chaotic; Anthony couldn't think of a good solution for a moment. Just then, all the people who were pushing, scrambling, and falling felt themselves being brushed by a gust of wind one after another, and were abruptly lifted up.

Pollination Technique. Ang treated those pushing people like flowers, using a level-two Pollination Technique to swirl around each person. What was it equivalent to? Everyone was held high by someone under their armpits, and they were off the ground in an instant.

Those who had fallen were pulled up, those who were hunched over were straightened out. The chaotic scene looked like a field of crops that had just been tidied up, with every stalk standing straight.

The people who had been pulled up were all stunned. What was going on?

Someone still wanted to bend over to grab the grain bag, and then they were pulled again. Now everyone understood: grabbing was not allowed.

No one dared to scramble again. Everyone knelt on the ground in a flurry, kowtowing piously: "Long live Lord An! Lord An, grant us food!"

"Long live Lord An! Lord An, grant us food!"

Endless soul flames surged over and poured into Ang's body.

Ang turned out another bag of grain, but didn't throw it down; instead, he held it in his hand, tilting his head in thought.

Just then, an excited voice rang out: "Lord An, what are you putting on a show for? What can one or two bags of grain do? There are hundreds of thousands of us here; one bag each can't save everyone. Can you conjure up hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"

A cold glint flashed in Anthony's eyes, and he muttered: "That's him, the instigator is him. Soon others will echo him, and then they will incite everyone together. Lord, convict him, judge him."

No sooner had Anthony finished speaking than several echoing voices immediately rang out: "That's right, Lord An, can you conjure up hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!"

"Lord An, can you conjure up hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"

"Lord An, conjure it, conjure it!"

Under the incitement of these people, everyone's emotions began to turn sour. Yes, even if Lord An is powerful, can he conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain out of thin air?