Chapter 326

Ang raised his head and looked around in confusion. From this moment on, all the soul flames surging over were mixed with the same message: Conjure! Conjure! Conjure!

Ang had not harvested such a large amount of soul flames in a long time. The people before him were clearly more emotionally agitated than last time. Because of the instigators, many people's emotions had reached a critical point of eruption. This situation was exactly the state of fanaticism described in all the holy scriptures.

Driven by this fanatical emotion, the soul flames offered by many people were thick, large, and dense. One could equal more than a dozen ordinary believers, and their faith was very pious and unified.

This is also why many religions like to hold assemblies and grand ceremonies. Even the Goddess of Harvest has a Harvest Festival lasting half a month.

Under the surging faith power, Ang's gaze returned to the grain bag in his hand. When he turned it out just now, he had already realized this problem.

Even if he threw down all the grain stored in the Palace of Rest, it would not be enough to pacify everyone, because he remembered that raw grain cannot be eaten directly; it would choke people to death.

What could he do to let everyone eat it directly? While pondering, a symbol of an ear of rice and a symbol of the Goddess of Beauty lit up before his eyes.

With a thought from Ang, the divine powers of the God of Planting and the Goddess of Beauty in his soul operated in unison. Ang exerted force and flipped the grain bag in his hand toward the sky.

Conjure! The grain scattered into the sky turned into black loaves of bread and fell down, hitting everyone on their heads, faces, and in their arms.

Anthony in the distance jumped up abruptly: "Grand Prayer Technique?"

In another direction, someone in the refugee pile also almost jumped up: "Grand Prayer Technique? No way, is he really a penitent? I thought he was a fraud Anthony found somewhere."

Grand Prayer Technique, Grand Prophecy Technique, Grand Echo Technique—the three supreme divine techniques of the Church of Light. This is also the most powerful force a believer can master; one step further and they would be a god.

But nowadays, even His Majesty Guli Anni has not mastered a single one of them. The crown of the Pope is actually a bit hollow.

Originally thinking he was a fraud Anthony found from who knows where, he didn't expect him to actually know the Grand Prayer Technique, a supreme divine technique that even the Pope doesn't know. This no longer counts as a penitent, but a powerful contender for the position of Pope.

The incredible scene shocked everyone. Those lucky enough to catch the black bread couldn't help but pick it up and take a hard bite.

The taste wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. For starving people, the satisfaction of being full outweighs everything else. And these things were actually conjured by 'Lord An' himself, not an illusion.

It was too incredible. Many people could no longer think about whether Ang could conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain.

Ang turned out another bag of grain and flipped it into the sky, and it turned into bread again and fell down. Someone wanted to scramble for it, but was immediately restrained by Ang.

Negris and Du Luo Ken, who were projected onto him, were stunned. It took them a while to come to their senses, and they asked in a murmur: "Ang, when did you learn the Grand Prayer Technique?"

Ang tilted his head and replied: "No, it's a combination of Beauty and Planting."

Negris was even more shocked: "What? A combination divine skill? A combination divine skill of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Planting?"

Theoretically, combination divine skills exist. When one masters two divine skills with non-conflicting attributes and casts them simultaneously, it produces incredible combination changes.

But theory is theory after all. Negris had never seen or heard of any combination divine skills; even gods with two divine skills are rare.

From this perspective, Negris is still doing okay. It has several divine skills, such as Passing Every Exam, Whispers of Truth, Aura of Enlightenment, High Spirits, Not Going Bald While Staying Up Late...

But this combination divine skill of Ang's is too perverted. One bag of grain conjured into a pile of bread out of thin air—a rough estimate is that the mass increased by at least three times, meaning twenty jin of grain turned into sixty jin of bread.

The God of Planting's element conversion turns mud into straw, and the mass itself remains unchanged. Why would the mass change now?

"Adding water," Ang replied, "and their faith."

Negris was shocked again: "You mean, you also added the believers' faith?"

Ang nodded.

"Isn't this just the Prayer Technique? The Prayer Technique of the God of Beauty and Planting?" Negris muttered.

Some people don't understand why the God of Planting's divine skill is element conversion, capable of turning mud into straw. But Negris was only shocked, not surprised at all, because it is logical.

The God of Planting planting seeds into towering giant trees is essentially element conversion.

But it can understand mud turning into straw; it cannot understand grain turning into bread. Could it be because of the combination of the Beauty God's fist and the believers' prayers?

Bag after bag of grain turned into bread, falling onto everyone. Those who received bread were either curious or truly hungry, and began to gnaw on it. Those who hadn't received any yet waited anxiously, waiting for the bread granted by Ang. For a time, no one caused trouble.

Only then did Ang find some free time. His gaze fell on those people who were stirring up trouble, and he said: "You are guilty."

Holy shackles sprang up from the ground one by one, locking onto them. Holy flames burned, and in the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up.

"Holy flame burning? This crime is very serious, isn't it?" Negris said in surprise.

In the slums of the Land of Sinking, Ang had also used Original Sin Shackles to lock two attendants, but it didn't produce such a severe punishment. Why did it go straight to holy flame burning this time?

"Mass incitement is a great crime to begin with, but let's not talk about that first. Let's talk about why he knows Original Sin Shackles?" Du Luo Ken had a head full of question marks.

Since waking up, he had been overwhelmed. Ang's existence completely subverted his cognition—what Trinity God, element conversion, even the Light Divine Technique, damn it.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I only taught him Purification Technique. Who the hell knows why he can conjure up so many tricks? I want to know too," Negris said irritably.

Negris had long had this doubt. It wanted to know the answer more than anyone else. After thinking it over, the only possibility was Lisa and Anthony; they helped Ang define Holy Light.

However, this speculation cannot be verified unless it can find another guy like Ang and teach him the Purification Technique again to see if he can conjure up so many tricks.

Amidst the holy flames, those who incited the emotions wailed miserably, but were firmly locked by the Original Sin Shackles, unable to move.

Several of them had Holy Light erupt from their bodies, extinguishing the holy flames on them, which immediately surprised people. Among these guilty people, there were actually practitioners of Light divine techniques?

Unfortunately, it was meaningless. They revealed their trump cards, but still couldn't break free from the shackles, and the extinguished holy flames reignited.

These people panicked and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Let me go, please let me go, it has nothing to do with me, it was Dai Sen who ordered us to do this."

The believers who heard these words were in an uproar.

Ang was somewhat bewildered. He didn't want to know who did it; why tell him this?

He continued to conjure bread, letting those instigators turn to ashes in the holy flames.

Conjuring hundreds of thousands of bags of grain is not easy, but conjuring hundreds of thousands of loaves of bread is not too difficult, especially in the current situation. The soul flames paid out and the soul flames harvested are simply not proportional; all he needs is to consume a little grain.

The Prayer Technique of the God of Beauty and Planting requires soul flames and grain, but now, as he stands in the air, a steady stream of soul flames flows toward him. Every time he conjures bread, a wave of soul flames surges.

And he only needs to spend one-tenth of it, plus twenty jin of grain and the water vapor condensed in the air, to conjure sixty jin of bread.

At the beginning, he still had to consume the grain stored in the Palace of Rest, but after that bit of grain was exhausted, he used the grain Anthony brought over, which meant he didn't need to pay any cost at all, just earning soul flames.

This is not good; this does not conform to the principle of equivalent exchange. Ang was a bit distressed, but couldn't make up for it for the time being, so he just silently noted it down to compensate Anthony later.

If Anthony knew that Ang was equating these extra gains to him, he would probably laugh himself crazy.

The whole scene of conjuring bread lasted for a whole day. In the end, everyone was tired, and even if someone wanted to incite, it was absolutely impossible to cause trouble.

Not to mention that the traces of the dozen piles of holy flames burning were still there. The instigators in the crowd who hadn't been picked out were now trembling with fear. Even if they were threatened with knives, they wouldn't necessarily dare to show their heads. After all, being stabbed to death by a knife is much more comfortable than being burned by holy flames.

With no one causing trouble, Anthony also took the opportunity to transport grain in, cooking porridge, noodles, and baking bread to pacify the disaster victims.

There was still grain for the time being, enough for everyone to eat for a while, but in order to last longer, Anthony reduced the daily amount. Everyone was half-starved, and those with ulterior motives seized the opportunity and incited them all at once.

Thanks to Ang, the Original Sin Shackles deterred those who wanted to incite, and the incredible bread conjuring shocked all the disaster victims. Without these means, it would really not be easy to pacify them.

Ang harvested a full load of soul flames and entered the West City of the Heishan Duchy with satisfaction. That illegitimate son of Heishan, whom he had seen once in Luolan City, was now wearing a magistrate's ceremonial robe, following Anthony's side to welcome him respectfully.

The Heishan Duchy originally belonged to the Western Diocese. Because of the insect plague, the entire royal court fell, and in the end, an illegitimate son who raised the Great Earth Hammer sat on the position of Grand Duke.

As for why the duchy has a royal court? Because a certain Heishan Grand Duke married a princess of the royal family.

This illegitimate son styled himself Heishan, and Anthony presided over the succession ceremony for him, which counted as driving a wedge into the Western Diocese.

If you add the Luosha Duchy and the Uss Duchy managed by Luosha, Anthony had already driven three wedges into the West.

Duke Heishan bowed respectfully, but Ang's gaze fell on the Great Earth Hammer at his waist, and he looked at it a few more times.

Returning to the tent and dismissing everyone, Anthony couldn't hold it back anymore. He dragged out a bag of grain and said ingratiatingly: "Lord, Lord, can you conjure it one more time, just one more time? It was too far away and I couldn't see clearly."

Negris, projected onto his body, also said: "Let me out, I want to see it with my own eyes too. I couldn't feel it clearly during the projection."

In the end, Ang let everyone out, opened the grain bag, grabbed a handful of grain, and rubbed it with his hand, turning it into a long loaf of bread.

Lu Se took it, dumbfounded, and took a hard bite: "It... it really is bread? It's edible. Hand-rubbed bread? Lord, are you trying to steal Waniya's job?"

Lisa slapped him on the head, snatched the bread away, pinched off the end he had bitten with great disgust, broke it into small pieces, and distributed it to everyone who could eat.

To associate this level of divine skill with Waniya—truly no taste.

After everyone tasted it, they gave their 'authentic' evaluations one after another: "Hey, it's delicious, it melts in the mouth."

"Yeah, yeah, it's so delicious, I'm so moved I want to cry."

"One bite is full of wheat fragrance, as if the soul is about to sublimate."

Lisa scolded irritably: "Please, when you praise it, make your expressions sincere!"

Regardless of the taste, hand-rubbed bread is an incredible divine skill, and the mass increases by three times. If it weren't for the consumption of soul flames, Ang could feed everyone.

Unfortunately, this ability can only be used when there are many people. If the number of people is too small, the offered soul flames won't compare to the consumption, and then it's a loss.

Anthony also gnawed on a small piece of bread, and only after swallowing it did he bow to Du Luo Ken: "Lord Du Luo Ken, long time no see."

Du Luo Ken looked him up and down and asked hesitantly: "Are you really Piero?"

Having mixed into the church for over a thousand years, Anthony had long lived like a charlatan. If he said he was an undead creature, others might not even believe him.

"It's really me, look." Anthony picked up his scepter and danced a sword flourish, scaring everyone to dodge several meters away, fearing they would be hit. What kind of guy uses a scepter to dance a sword flourish?

"I believe it, I believe it. Be careful not to hit me; I just woke up and my bones are still soft," Du Luo Ken was forced to believe.

Two old acquaintances who hadn't seen each other for a thousand years were reminiscing there. They couldn't continue chatting after a while because Anthony's experience was too rich; if written into a book, it would be several million words. The title of the book would be "I'm Clearly a Black Knight, But I Mixed into the Church of Light to Become Pope?!".

Compared to Anthony's experience, Du Luo Ken's was too simple: waking up in a graveyard, exploring the void, crashing into turbulence...

Alright, they couldn't chat anymore. Just talking about oneself had a suspicion of boasting.

Turning to Ang, Anthony said gratefully: "Lord, thank you so much. If you hadn't stepped in, I wouldn't have known how to end this. It's truly too disgusting. I'm helping Dai Sen with disaster relief, and he actually plays these tricks. Does he really hate his people so much that he wants them all to die?"

Ang tilted his head.

Knowing that Ang wouldn't care about this, Anthony finished speaking casually and changed the subject: "By the way, the dwarf Copper Hammer sent twenty thousand tons of grain over, quietly telling me 'I am a good person', and then told me that if I could provide corresponding wine, he would be willing to sell me all the grain reserved for brewing. Rare, indeed. Even the dwarves can't stand the actions of Dai Sen and Guli Anni."

Originally, Anthony just wanted to sigh, as even the enemy's allies were showing goodwill to him. Who knew that just after finishing, he noticed the strange expression on Negris's face.

"Uh, Lord, you wouldn't happen to have brewed wine, would you?"

Ang nodded.

"How does it taste?"

Ang tilted his head. How would he know? He doesn't drink.

Anthony said with a serious expression: "Uh, it's like this: if the wine tastes good and the quantity is not small, I have confidence in tricking the dwarves into opening their war chess ruins for me to see, because the Dwarf God of War has a special ability to record every major battle. If the Dwarf God of War back then was also killed by Luo Ke or His Majesty, there should be records there."