Chapter 461: Patriarch, it's me. Don't you recognize me?

"How to prove you have the strength to cooperate?" In the Home of the Departed, Gust left information in a certain corner according to the agreement.

Not long after, he came here again and found that the information had been changed to: "Does destroying the Wind Tide system of the Starburst Array count as strength?"

The main function of the Wind Tide system is to make the air flow throughout the Starburst Array. If the wind in a certain area cannot flow, organisms that need to breathe will not be able to survive there.

Didn't the God of Life say before that the Starburst Array was broken? As for where it was broken, it couldn't say clearly.

After Anthony got to know Cabrera, he probed for some key information from the side, and then connected it with the God of Life's statement, inferring that it was the Wind Tide system that had a problem.

This problem could be big or small. The Starburst Array hung high in the sky, and there was no air itself, so they possessed the ability to 'produce' air. However, to make the air flow, they needed the Wind Tide.

Unlike the ground, where air flows unimpeded, the composition of every corner is about the same.

The Starburst Array can be viewed as a combination of countless caves. The air in each area is unbalanced, and the speed of convection is very slow. It needs the Wind Tide to quickly send them to every corner.

When chatting about this topic, Cabrera's statement was: "Some grass seeds that I don't know how they were brought in have sprouted in the ventilation pipes, jamming some tide arrays."

Good fellow, it turns out it was the God of Life who broke their system.

"Is there?" The God of Life scratched its head: "I just found some hidden corners to sprout. Those round and breathable pipes are the most hidden."

Others are hard to verify, but the destruction of the Wind Tide is easy to verify. There are so many creatures on the Starburst Array, and it's always possible to sneak in some spies loyal to the Undead Empire.

Trying to contact the spies on the Starburst Array, they received news that some areas of the Wind Tide array were indeed damaged.

"Very good, you do have strength. How should we cooperate?" Gust left information.

"First we need to do this and that, then do that and that, then do this and that."

Gust quickly received a detailed plan (Part 1), which listed the things they needed to do now, such as friend-or-foe identification, enhancing mutual trust, cooperating in acting, etc., and then asked:

"Do you have any political enemies or competitors you need to clear? If so, I'll help you get rid of them, and then you can use the excuse of retaliating against us to help me get rid of my political enemies. We sign a vow, which is equivalent to giving the other party a handle. If it's exposed, we'll both be finished. This is the fastest way to gain mutual trust. Do you have any?"

Gust was stunned after reading it, and then felt a little moved, but quickly dismissed this idea. He didn't fully trust the other party yet, so he would talk about it later.

Judging from the entire plan, the feasibility was high, and it didn't require Gust's side to invest in the early stage. Only when they saw the benefits would they need to follow up.

This was simply like a business with no capital, and all he needed to do was issue an order, letting all departments of the Undead Empire release the imprisoned Church of Light personnel when someone came to the door with the corresponding imprint.

Over the years, the Undead Empire had captured many members of the Church of Light, including divine officials, priests, saints, and believers, basically all imprisoned until death, because His Majesty didn't like killing.

Kupada, how was this weird habit formed? Undead creatures don't kill, are they still undead creatures? Taking advantage of His Majesty's absence, Gust couldn't help but complain.

Kill less, be cautious about killing, then imprison until death. Throughout the world, the Undead Empire had established all kinds of death prisons, imprisoning countless Church of Light personnel.

The living are imprisoned, the dead are dragged out, and they are publicly resurrected for the living to see. Killing also requires punishing the heart. Every time this happened, it was the moment when the faith of the Light believers collapsed.

Good fellow, Gust suspected that the other party was trying to trick death-row prisoners. Was there anyone particularly valuable inside?

"Hehe, wanting to save the Monarch, yet not wanting to pay anything, have you been asleep for too long and your soul is paralyzed and can't turn? What kind of value could anyone have that compares to one ten-millionth of the Undead Monarch? Even if there are ten million people in the prison, in order to save your King, are you willing to release them all?"

"Uh, willing, willing." Scolded by the replied information, Gust felt relieved. Indeed, compared to His Majesty, even if all the Light prisoners were released, those with value were nothing more than a few fanatics and ascetics, not worth mentioning.

"Before there are any new changes, you can take away five people." Gust replied.

"New changes? We destroyed the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree. Does that count?"

Gust shuddered and immediately replied: "If you can destroy the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree, you can take away twenty people."

"Okay, you wait."

Two days later, news from the mole came that the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree had suddenly blossomed and sprouted, but immediately withered.

"Really destroyed? How did they do it?" Gust was full of doubts, but still kept his promise and issued the order to take away twenty people from the death prison.

The Undead Empire's orders were conveyed very efficiently, through relay spirits, soul contact, or even teleportation arrays. A small flower of soul flame could carry a large amount of information.

All managers of the Black Prison quickly received an imprint and order, along with a secret order: Record every move of these people.

In the sky, an eighteen-meter-long gray giant dragon soared, flexibly catching the updrafts to make itself fly higher and faster.

Jadeligo had never flown so excitingly. It was a native lich and hadn't experienced the 'dragon' stage, nor had it retained the dragon's memory.

From the time it had memory, it was a tough and clumsy body, thick-skinned, slow in action, until many years later, when it learned magic, it could barely fly.

It could fly, but it had nothing to do with flexibility, at most a bit more flexible than flying cars and airships.

But now, it felt like a flexible little bird, even able to roll easily.

On its back squatted Ang, the little angel, the little zombie, Anthony, Duluoken, and Negris. Everyone stood steadily, not affected by the rolling at all.

But not being affected didn't mean they liked it. The little zombie was so angry it stomped on its back, and Jadeligo had to obediently return to level flight.

On the dragon's back, Negris had to humbly ask: "What are you up to again? You said the Black Prison is a place where Church of Light personnel are imprisoned. It's so dangerous, and you're taking us there. Is there anything there worth the risk?"

"No, no." Anthony explained: "I've made full preparations; there won't be any danger. There are too many Black Prisons, and the Empire can at most send some guards; their strength won't be very strong. I didn't say which Black Prison we're going to, nor did I say when we're going. Even if Gust wants to ambush us, he won't have time to prepare."

"Moreover, the main thing is that the Lord has regained the Hand of Dimensional Passage. In case of danger, he can stuff us all in."

Negris rolled his eyes at him: "That means Ang also has to abandon his current body? Then how can we project back? Taking such a huge risk, what's in the Black Prison?"

Anthony spread his hands: "What else could there be? Saints, fanatics, ascetics. Some people in the Black Prison have been there since their ancestors' generation. If they can still maintain their faith, then they are absolutely the most fanatical, most pious believers."

"Hiss—" Negris gasped. Every noun Anthony said made its teeth ache.

Saint Shamala, one alone made the Church of Light jump around, and the power of corruption gave birth to a Fallen Legion.

Fanatic Oake, single-handedly killed the Bug God Hemol, which could be called the ceiling of fanatics.

Ascetic An... this one doesn't count, but his prestige was sung everywhere in the main plane.

If twenty such guys could be picked out of the Black Prison, then restoring the glory of the Church of Light wouldn't be a joke.

"Is Gust willing to let you pick such guys away?" Negris asked in surprise.

"Why wouldn't he be? They are just ordinary people now. Even if they possess the most pious faith, they are nothing, because there is no god." Anthony sighed regretfully.

Negris turned to look at Ang, whose shoulders were shrugging, and suddenly realized: "I understand. You're going to send them a 'god'."

Anthony nodded: "The Lord and you don't need to go in. I'll go in myself. You wait outside. If there's an ambush, I'll call for help. Is this arrangement okay? My Lord."

The last sentence was asking Ang.

Ang raised his head blankly, his right arm disappeared into the air, and his shoulders shrugged.

Negris said irritably: "Don't worry about him. He's satisfied as long as he has land to farm."

Ang nodded in agreement and continued to happily go farm, occasionally pulling out bags of fertilizer and throwing them into the Divine Realm.

The reason why the desert is called a desert, besides the lack of water, is also because of desertification and nutrient loss. Many places need a large amount of fertilizer for top-dressing. You can't use Bug Ash Liquid for all the fertilizer; that's too wasteful.

Just right, Ang had stored a pile of bird droppings in the Palace of Breath, and now he could finally pull them out to use, because there was no time limit for reaching in anymore.

Negris couldn't watch anymore: "Even if there's no time limit, you don't have to come and dig bird droppings. It consumes soul flames. You wasteful thing, it's not like there are no bird droppings here. We'll find a bird dropping mine later. It just so happens your Divine Realm can be used to hold things, not wasting it."

Compared to the Hand of Dimensional Passage, the Divine Realm was a better loading tool. Putting in and taking out didn't consume too much power. Of course, a little divine power was still needed, but compared to the Hand of Dimensional Passage, which calculated soul flames by weight, it wasn't on the same level at all.

Ang nodded. Forget about other things; he was still very interested in digging bird droppings.

Flying and flying, a straight, azure sea level appeared at the end of the earth.

"Eh? The death prison is built on the sea?" Negris asked in surprise.

Anthony said: "A part of it is built on the sea because it's convenient. Throw the prisoners onto a sea island. There are no islands for hundreds of kilometers. Unless they all have the protection of a true god, they can't swim across that sea surface of hundreds of kilometers."

"Besides that, there are some abysses, valleys, sinkholes, etc. Even if there's no one guarding them, it's very difficult for ordinary people to run out from inside."

Negris was speechless: "Is this still a death prison? If the sea island is a bit larger, can they build villages, establish strongholds, marry, and have children on it?"

Anthony scratched his nose and said awkwardly: "Actually, yes. Didn't I say that some people have been imprisoned inside since their grandfather's generation? Their grandfather was imprisoned inside, so he must have been born inside. It's not like his grandfather was imprisoned at eight years old, and he could still be born outside. It's not a weird opera."

It can be like this? It seems the 'prison' of this death prison is different from what it thought.

Just as it wanted to ask something more, Ang suddenly pointed at the sea surface: "Bird droppings."

On the sea surface, there was an island with jagged rocks, with gray-white rocks piled up on the surface, reflecting a relatively strong light under the sun.

Ang had seen too many of them and recognized at a glance that it was bird droppings. Sea birds excreted on the island, and the sun dried the bird droppings. Over time, a thick layer of phosphate would be laid down, which was a very good natural fertilizer.

The Great Rift Valley next to the Falling Dragon Lake in the main plane was also a natural phosphate production area, which had already been developed. However, the fertilizer there was facing competition from the Black Night Crow Pirate Group.

The main thing was transportation costs. The bird droppings mined from the Great Rift Valley had to go west past the Falling Dragon Lake, enter the sea from the North River, and then be transported to all parts of the continent. The transportation costs were high.

The Black Night Crow dug directly on the island and transported it directly to all parts of the plane by sea ship. The tonnage of sea ships was also much larger than that of inland river ships, and the costs were low.

Now the competitiveness of the fertilizer in the Great Rift Valley had declined, and more of it was left for use near the Falling Dragon Lake. However, after Ang's development, the planting scale of the ground, shallows, and water surface of the Falling Dragon Lake was very terrifying, and the fertilizer consumed was not small.

"What kind of dog-shit luck do you have? You just finished talking about bird droppings and you ran into bird droppings." Negris was jealous to the point of being unrecognizable.

Anthony didn't think it was luck: "This is very normal. As long as it's on the migratory route of migratory birds, this kind of bird island will exist. Birds need to rest on the sea surface, and this kind of island is their best choice. It's very normal to run into one."

After speaking, Anthony said again: "Go down. You wait for me here. It's not far from the death prison, which is convenient for saving me."

It wasn't that he wanted to pull Ang over, but if Ang was too far away, his power couldn't be projected onto him. By then, even if he shouted until his throat broke, no one would be able to save him.

Ang was very satisfied with this arrangement; he didn't want to go to any death prison at all.

There was no need to land either. When Jadeligo passed over the Dragon Island, they jumped down directly.

Slowly drifting down to the island, just as they were about to land on the ground, Negris suddenly twitched its nose: "What's the smell? Such a familiar smell. Be careful, this is not an ordinary bird dropping island."

Seeing this, the little angel also twitched her nose, looking blank, clearly not smelling anything.

Everyone landed on the ground and searched around. In a crevice of a cliff not far away, they found a cave. Negris said affirmatively: "The smell is coming from inside."

Once inside the cave, it suddenly realized: "No wonder it's so familiar. It turns out to be the smell of eggs? So many dragon eggs."

Inside the cave were piled dozens of dragon eggs, and there was also a dying giant dragon, a golden giant dragon that was a full fifty meters long.

A golden giant dragon, one of the three high-level giant dragons. But it had no wings. It had discovered Ang and the others, squinting its eyes, lifting its head, opening its mouth, and the dragon breath was about to be sprayed out.

"Wait a minute, Patriarch, it's me. Don't you recognize me?" Negris flew up and shouted loudly. ===== CHAPTER 462 =====