Chapter 438: Should we take in the Church of Light?

Death Breath Mist didn't have much destructive power, but it was the prelude to many terrifying magics.

The wailing sound of "woo-woo—woo-woo—" echoed in the mist. Le Binia kept in mind the experience taught by her elders, not moving at all, and even slowing her breathing as much as possible. She was a Great Swordsman and could even hold her breath for over ten minutes.

Shadows began to flicker in the mist, and some huge vengeful spirits floated by. The sound of their movement was like an infant crying, making one's hair stand on end.

A vengeful spirit circled around her, turning around her once.

Le Binia didn't move, keeping her eyes open, but firmly refusing to make eye contact with the vengeful spirit.

The vengeful spirit abandoned her and floated away, wailing.

A larger black shadow appeared in the mist, slowly floating over. It held a huge scythe, floating by like the Grim Reaper.

An even, even larger black shadow, whose full appearance couldn't be seen, could only be seen as a majestic figure like a city wall, floating over her head. Le Binia's spine went cold, and a strong sense of fear surged in her heart, a fear of giant objects, fearing that this majestic giant would lower its head.

This lasted for over ten minutes, and the Death Breath Mist finally dissipated. Le Binia let out a long sigh, feeling soaked all over.

More people on the city wall were even worse off than her, directly collapsing to the ground. The once arrogant and haughty dignitaries were now like they had just been ravaged, their faces pale and covered in cold sweat.

Just a Death Breath Mist had scared everyone like this. If the Undead Temple wanted to make a move, the people in the city wouldn't even have the thought of resisting.

So, they really were people from the Undead Temple, and very high-ranking divine officials, even... High Priest?

Thinking of this, Le Binia threw down the rope and was about to descend from the city wall.

"Count, Lady Count Le Binia, please wait a moment." The Grain Chamber of Commerce President, a somewhat sleazy-looking little old human man, ran over quickly and said fawningly:

"Count, our chamber of commerce suddenly transported a batch of low-priced new grain. Didn't you want to buy grain a few days ago? It just so happens that this batch of new grain can be transferred to you at the original price. I will have people transport it to your mansion immediately. Please accept it, Count."

Le Binia was stunned for a moment. Not just the day before yesterday, but during this period, Le Binia had been looking for the Grain Chamber of Commerce to buy grain every day, and had been fooled by the little old man's subordinates with one excuse after another.

Let alone new grain, she couldn't even buy much old grain, forcing her to deduct some from her own grain reserves to provide disaster relief. With only outgoing and no incoming, it made her anxious as well.

Although she pitied the refugees outside the city, she couldn't take all the grain from her own territory to save people and let her own family starve to death.

Before, they would fool her in every way and just wouldn't sell grain, but now they were suddenly selling her new grain at the original price? Newly arrived? Who are you trying to fool?

Also, before, he had never called her "my lord." He would either call her by her name directly or frivolously add "female" count, as if "female count" meant she wasn't a count.

If he weren't old, she would have beaten the shit out of him, Le Binia muttered viciously.

A fool wouldn't take grain when offered. Le Binia hurriedly said, "Then thank you very much, old President. I will have people prepare the payment immediately."

"No rush, no rush. Who wouldn't believe in the Count's reputation? You even have connections with the Undead Temple. I also want to ask the Count to put in a good word for us in front of the lords of the temple," the little old man said ingratiatingly.

So that was why. Her contact with Ang and the others was seen by discerning eyes. And now, they were coming to her to build connections.

And they were offering grain right off the bat. In these times, grain was a strategic material; you couldn't buy it even with money, let alone at the original price. This little old man could be said to have bled heavily.

Le Binia immediately said, "No problem, but I can't guarantee what reaction the lords will have. The lords were quite angry before. They provided disaster relief outside the city for the better part of a day, and not a single person in the city went to offer condolences."

Not only the little old man, but other mercenary group leaders who came over, heads of major chambers of commerce, guild presidents, etc., all changed color.

Among them, someone said with a flash of wit, "We've been wronged! It was that devil Tu Luo who blocked us, otherwise we would have gone to pay our respects to the lords of the temple long ago. Please, Count, explain for us. We have long prepared various condolence materials and will send them out of the city now."

"Yes, yes, yes, it was the devil Tu Luo who blocked us, it was all him." Anyway, Tu Luo was already dead and wouldn't crawl back up to refute it.

"That's good, I will convey everyone's intentions." After Le Binia finished speaking, she leaped down from the city, secretly proud in her heart. The lords of the temple should like this gift, right?

Nai Ge Li Si and the others were surrounding Ang. To be honest, they were also scared by that huge figure.

"What was that thing? Did you summon it?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"It... seems to be His Majesty," Du Luo Ken said.

In essence, the Undead King was the appearance of that black crystal skeleton, but it wasn't like that. Especially for undead creatures, they observed the outside world through their souls, divided into active and passive types.

The soul releases fluctuations, touches an object, reflects back, and is perceived by the soul; this is active.

An individual that originally possessed soul fluctuations has its radiated fluctuations perceived; this is passive.

His Majesty's soul fluctuations were too terrifying. In the perception of the vast majority of undead creatures, he was a huge black shadow, filled with a sense of oppression. As long as he was there, all other soul fluctuations would be covered by him, leaving only his in all your perceptions, just like the sun covering all starlight.

Therefore, in the minds of people like Du Luo Ken who had seen him, His Majesty was not that black crystal skeleton, but a huge black shadow; the skeleton was just the carrier of his soul.

What had just walked through the mist was exactly the black shadow Du Luo Ken had seen, but he didn't dare to be certain, because the matter of Ang summoning the Undead King was too absurd.

Ang said, "Illusion, manifestation."

He was just manifesting the black shadow he had seen in his consciousness space, because he discovered that Death Breath Mist was particularly easy to manifest various things.

"So it was an illusion? Scared the hell out of me." Nai Ge Li Si breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. It had almost been scared to death just now.

Anthony and Du Luo Ken looked at each other. Was it really an illusion? Then why add the word "manifestation"?

The lord usually spoke little, and every word he said contained a pile of meanings. Sometimes only Nai Ge Li Si could guess what he wanted to say. Did the specially added "manifestation" have no other meaning?

But Nai Ge Li Si didn't hear any other meaning, so there shouldn't be any other meaning...

Le Binia's voice came from afar: "Lords, Le Binia requests an audience."

She didn't dare to rush over directly like last time, but stopped far away and requested loudly. This was the etiquette that should be shown to superiors. Last time, she had treated Ang and the others as scammers.

Anthony hurriedly greeted her. After a conversation, both Anthony and Le Binia laughed happily, and the laughter was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Under Anthony's presiding, Silver Coin's assistance, and Le Binia's full cooperation, in less than two days, Anthony had mastered Du Luo Ken.

He came forward to gather all the influential figures in the city, with Le Binia as the head, and organized a temporary management committee, with each force having to provide corresponding manpower and funds.

Those with money provide money, those with strength provide strength, and the benefits are distributed according to the proportion of contribution.

He deliberately put two forces with conflicts of interest and contradictions together, then incited them to fight internally, while inadvertently taking care of the weaker side, maintaining a subtle balance of fighting without breaking, and mutually supervising each other.

He also generously shared some benefits that many people couldn't touch before, inciting them to cooperate fully as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

At the same time, he threw out many temptations, such as "The Undead Temple has another name, the Eternal Temple," "Believe in the Undead God, and it's hard to die even if you want to," "Amputated limbs and aging faces are too simple. You can't even die, so what are you afraid of?"

Inciting those little old men and women, impotent men, and cowards to wish that the Undead God would descend immediately and grant them eternal life and youth.

Especially when Anthony showed a hand, healing an old scar on Le Binia's arm on the spot, which further confirmed the credibility of these words.

For a thousand-year-old divine swindler and archbishop, playing with human hearts was too easy. The entire committee was manipulated by him to be obedient.

For a big city of 100,000 people, accommodating a few thousand refugees was too easy, especially now that there was a lack of defensive strength, and the remaining refugees happened to be the young, strong, and family-less part.

Anthony selected two thousand people to be locked in the barracks for closed training, supported by funds and grain from the committee, but the command was handed over to Le Binia. The rest were diverted to the security team and various government departments, mixing in sand.

After such an adjustment, Le Binia actually became the City Lord of Du Luo Ken, but she couldn't possess all the power of the City Lord because the management committee was watching, and she couldn't do some particularly outrageous things.

"Wonderful, worthy of being an old divine swindler. In this way, even if he is not in Du Luo Ken, Le Binia cannot seize power, and others will definitely not be willing."

"But in this way, without absolute authority, Le Binia cannot do some things, such as foreign enemy invasion, large-scale wonder projects, etc."

"That's just to make her unable to do it, and in the end, she can only find Anthony."

"So that's how it is, tsk tsk tsk, worthy of being an old divine swindler."

After reaching a consensus, Silver Coin took out some contracts and bags and said, "These are some land contracts 'confiscated' by Lord Anthony, and some are donated by believers. The ones in the bag are crop seeds commonly planted in Du Luo Ken, dedicated to the lord, hoping the lord likes them."

Nai Ge Li Si rolled its eyes. These guys, now they have all learned to cater to his preferences.

Among the land deeds sent by Silver Coin, many were wasteland. Reclaiming wasteland on such land was uneconomical, but for Ang, this was not a problem.

The Little Angel carried the Earth Holy Hammer, hammering the gravel on the ground vigorously. With one hammer, it all turned into powder.

The Little Zombie followed behind her, digging dirt quickly. Because it had learned Earth Charge, it now connected to earth elements with every move, so it was particularly easy.

Ang checked the composition of the land and selected suitable crops.

Different crops had different nutrient needs for the land. Even in the desert, grass and mushrooms could grow. As long as there were suitable seeds, there was no place where things couldn't be grown.

Moreover, even if there was no land, wasn't there still soil-less rice that could be grown?

Ang happily sowed the seeds, then activated the Fast Death Aura Stone, and the crops grew wildly.

The harvested crops, except for those selected as seeds, were all stuffed into the Divine Domain.

The Divine Domain was a sterile space where no living thing could survive, so it was very clean, and even food could be processed inside.

The Round-Rolling Great Demon King lay quietly in the Divine Domain, surrounded by grain and vegetables.

Ang piled the harvested grain under the big iron ball, injected the soul of the hamster skeleton into it, and let it run.

The Round-Rolling Great Demon King, driven by the hamster skeleton, began to sway left and right, crushing the grain underneath, easily crushing them into powder.

"Pfft—you use a God-guard-level construct to crush powder," Nai Ge Li Si said irritably.

Not only crushing rice, it also crushed vegetables and elf beans. After crushing them all into powder and mixing them, Ang was too lazy to knead them into balls, because Du Luo Ken had designed a mold for him.

A big lump of mixed rapeseed cake dough was stuffed into the mold, pressed tight, pulled horizontally, then pulled vertically, and the dough inside was divided into fist-sized squares.

Ang then used element repulsion to expel part of the water elements, and they turned into blocky rapeseed cakes. Anyway, they were all for eating, was there a difference between square and round?

Planting while making, the original vegetables were all consumed, but his Divine Domain was filled again, and the Divine Domain was filled with rapeseed cakes.

"Are they all mixed with elf beans?" Anthony looked at the rapeseed cakes filling the Divine Domain, dumbfounded: "One piece per person, this is enough for the whole city to eat."

Ang nodded and said, "Eat it."

Only by eating it could he accumulate soul flames and let the little sapling grow faster.

Anthony hesitated: "Isn't it too wasteful to eat it? One piece is enough to be full, doesn't hurt the stomach, and is rich in nutrition. This is a strategic material. With this kind of thing, it will be easier for me to spread the glory of the undead."

Ang nodded. That was also possible. The soul flames offered by undead believers were more vigorous than those absorbed by the planting godhead.

However, not everyone was an undead believer, but everyone who ate the rapeseed cake had to offer to the planting godhead. With a large base, the total amount was actually not small.

"That's good, that's good." Anthony didn't know what he was thinking, and couldn't help but rub his hands together.

Anthony prepared a warehouse and let Ang move all the rapeseed cakes from the Divine Domain to the warehouse.

Two days later, Ang continued to plant in the wild, but Anthony led people and escorted over a dozen people who were tied up like zongzi.

Nai Ge Li Si asked inexplicably: "Who are these people? Why escort them here?"

Anthony smiled: "I fished them out with rapeseed cakes. Escorting them here is to confirm one thing. My lord, can you receive the faith in light? If you can, should we take in the Church of Light?"