Chapter 382: Quietly practicing the ultimate move for sowing

After releasing the Water God, Ang continuously cast Pollination, whipping up a tornado.

Pollination is a very low-level Wind magic. If magic could be graded in decimals, Pollination would be around level 0.1. The mana it consumes is less than one-tenth of a level 1 spell.

Therefore, Ang could cast it hundreds of times in a second, pollinating tens of thousands of crops in thousands of acres of land in a short time.

However, Pollination is also a magic that can be infinitely compounded. As long as the center point is kept consistent with each casting, one can stir the tornado larger and larger, like stirring a water vat, until the whole world can no longer contain it.

But this is not an easy thing to achieve. Keeping the center point consistent sounds easy, but even if Di Deity Deity Diluni were to do it, he could do it once or twice, or a hundred or a thousand times, but could he keep it consistent for several hours? Wouldn't his eyes get blurry, his hands sore, and his legs weak?

Ang could.

The tornado stirred larger and larger, higher and higher, piercing through heaven and earth. Following the vortex at the center point, a large amount of cloud moisture was drawn down.

Wind and clouds surged. The cloud layer above was drawn away, and the wind and clouds from all directions surged over rapidly to fill the missing space, only to be drawn down again. At the location where the tornado landed, the humidity of the water vapor climbed crazily.

Under these circumstances, some low-level Water magic could also achieve cross-level effects. Originally, Ang could have multi-tasked and cast Rain, but wasn't there a Water God?

"What? You want me to condense water? Condense all this water vapor into water droplets?" When Tom heard Ang's request, he was full of disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

Ang nodded and urged: "Quick."

"But, I am the Water God, Water God Tom, a Water 'God'." Tom couldn't believe it and couldn't help but emphasize his identity.

Others had already arrived one after another, including Nage lisi, who curled his lips: "Got it, I am the 'God' of Knowledge, this one is the Goddess of Redemption..."

Saying this, Nage lisi gestured at the Goddess of Redemption. The Goddess of Redemption, who was opening her big eyes and pretending to be well-behaved, lifted her skirt and pulled out a small hammer, viciously wanting to knock him.

Nage lisi was speechless: "It's enough for you to be cute. You don't need to put on an act. You're not fierce at all. Xia Mala, Xia Mala."

Xia Mala spread her wings, and pitch-black holy flames surged on her body, glaring at Tom, looking fierce.

Tom wasn't afraid. The power of the fallen had no effect on him; it wasn't even as threatening as salt water. Just as he was about to mock them, Ang slapped him on the head: "Quick."

"Oh." Tom obediently turned into water mist. Very quickly, thick water mist permeated the surroundings, rapidly moistening the earth and even forming several small streams on the ground, flowing into the distance.

Although reluctant, who let his soul be in Ang's hands? He was just a bit incredulous: a dignified Water God actually had to do this kind of work?

But the Goddess of Redemption was used to be cute, and the Fallen Angel was used to bluffing. It seemed acceptable for him to condense water.

The condensed water vapor was quite pure, at least much purer than holy water, and wouldn't dirty himself. Forget it, forget it, let's work.

Tom called himself the Water God, but in reality, he should be classified as an elemental creature. He had no godhood, and his control over water was innate, requiring no effort at all. No matter how much water vapor was rolled down, he could condense it into water mist in a very short time.

Water mist gathered into water droplets, water droplets gathered into small streams, and small streams gathered into small rivers. The desert was flooded.

Wind and clouds surged, and heaven and earth changed color. Ang's continuous casting began to trigger celestial phenomena. A piece of the sky above seemed to be missing, clean and cloudless, but endless dark clouds surged from all directions.

The dark clouds didn't surge over directly but swirled, circling along the edges. Moving one's gaze to the high altitude, one could see a huge cyclone taking shape.

Among the people present, Di Deity Deity Diluni was the most proficient in Wind magic. His nickname was even 'Typhoon Day', but at this moment, he was stunned: "Can such a low-level magic trigger celestial phenomena? Are you kidding me?"

Nage lisi asked curiously: "Can you do it?"

"I can't do it, my ass. I wouldn't even dare to think about it. For a low-pressure trough of this magnitude, I'd need a mage regiment, or to smash tens of thousands of magic crystals, to possibly accumulate it. No, no, it can't be called a low-pressure trough; this is a low-pressure cyclone," Di Deity Deity Diluni said anxiously.

He had never even thought that a level 0. something small cyclone could trigger this level of celestial phenomena, but looking at Ang's uncountable casting speed, it seemed reasonable. After all, this casting speed was too abnormal.

As the water on the ground accumulated more and more, moistening the earth, everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but ask: "What do we do? Just watch? Can we do something?"

Nage lisi spread his hands: "I don't know what we can do either. I don't even know what Ang is preparing to do."

Hearing his words, Ang flipped out a pile of grain seeds: "Sowing."

After saying that, he turned to the Water God, Tom: "Water mist."

Tom thought for a while before understanding Ang's meaning. It was to let him not condense the water vapor into water, but gather it into water mist, so the diffusion range would be wider. If it were condensed into water and flowed along the desert, it would soon seep into the sand, and even if it flooded, it wouldn't diffuse over a large range.

The water vapor drawn down turned into water mist and dispersed, which could moisten half the desert.

Nage lisi poked a few holes in the bottom of the bag, then grabbed the grain bag and flew into the distance, the grain seeds inside falling out continuously.

Di Deity Deity Diluni compressed an air mass, wrapped a bag of grain seeds, and flew into the distance, suddenly exploding. The grain seeds inside were shaken by the explosive force and scattered evenly within a certain range.

The Great Sage summoned a spirit carriage, moved a carriage of grain seeds onto it, and sped away. Countless undead hands tore open the grain bags and scattered the seeds evenly.

The Goddess of Redemption tucked up her skirt, grabbed a handful of grain seeds, found a space nearby, poked small holes with her fingers one by one, and carefully sowed the seeds one by one.

Seraphim Luna couldn't help but emerge from Xia Mala's body and mocked: "If you plant like this, you should be able to fill the table by tomorrow."

The Goddess of Redemption looked up, rolled her eyes at her, and then smiled.

"Hmph." Seraphim Luna snorted with disdain, reached out, and the grain bags flew up one after another, stacking on her back, piling into a small hill, bigger than the large bags carried by the most capable dock workers.

Even like this, she could still fly, flying toward another direction that hadn't been sown.

Flying a distance, her light wings vibrated, two grain bags were shattered, and the grain seeds inside flew out and scattered evenly.

Flying another distance, two grain bags slipped off, were vibrated by her light wings again, and scattered evenly.

Du Luo Ken waved his Midas touch wand and pointed at the grain bags: "I'll perform a magic trick for you."

Those grain bags flew away as if they had grown wings, flew to the corresponding locations, and began to open their mouths and pour out by themselves, as if the grain bags had grown up and could sow by themselves.

Nage lisi was dumbfounded. He found that he was the slowest to sow and couldn't help but curse: "Ku Ba Da, you guys have never farmed, but you've quietly practiced the ultimate move for sowing. You are hypocritical!!"

Night fell. Without the evaporation of sunlight, the water mist dispersed further and further. Within a range of hundreds of kilometers, the humidity rose to the point where one could squeeze out water. The ground was thoroughly moistened, and the seeds that fell onto it were slowly awakened.

In the night sky, at the spot where the Red Star had originally disappeared, a point of white light lit up. It was coming.

Ang armored up, then lifted his right foot and stepped hard on his own chest, leaving a clear footprint on his soul armor.

A normal person certainly couldn't do such a movement, but who let him be a skeleton? Not to mention this kind of reverse stepping, he could even take off his sole and press it on his face.

The Death Aura exploded on his body. Ang's body surged with scales, transforming into a giant dragon with shimmering scales. Ang had manifested the true form of the Dragon God in his consciousness space.

Boom! Some kind of invisible force impacted the ground. Most people had no perception, but divine fire surged on the Goddess of Redemption and Xia Mala. Their bodies seemed to have been hit hard, kneeling down instantly and slowly turning to ash and flying away.

PS: I've been taking medicine recently, easy to get sleepy, and accidentally overslept. Updates are unstable, sorry. ===== CHAPTER 383 =====