Chapter 472: Turus! Burn my field!

The big cat's eyes were sharp, revealing fangs, and it turned its head in anger.

Seeing it was Ang, its eyes widened immediately, and it hurriedly retracted its teeth, grinning with a fake smile.

However, it was still very excited, one claw clinging to the fruit and not letting go, while the other hand pointed desperately at the fruit: "Awoo! Awoo!"

"Awoo?" Ang asked.

"Awoo! Awoo awoo awoo!" The big cat nodded desperately.

"Awoo!" Ang said, and then let it go.

The big cat immediately hugged the fruit. Its current size wasn't much bigger than the fruit, so hugging the fruit like this was a bit like a monkey hugging a durian. However, it could open its mouth very, very wide and swallow the fruit in one bite.

The fruit entered its stomach as if it had disappeared, and it didn't make its stomach bulge. Instead, it replaced the fruit and hung on the branch.

Lu Se couldn't help but laugh: "It's like a cat growing on a tree, too fun."

"It's indeed quite fun. Ang, what did it tell you?" Negris asked. Although it could understand Awoo language, it didn't quite understand the big cat's "Awoo."

Ang tilted his head and repeated: "Awoo! Awoo awoo awoo!"

"... You don't mean you didn't understand either? Then why did you let it eat it?" Negris was speechless. It turns out this dead skeleton didn't understand what the big cat said either, didn't understand anything, and yet gave such a precious Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree fruit to it to eat?

Ang said: "It wanted it."

Although he didn't understand what it said, Ang understood its emotions. The big cat really, really wanted this fruit.

"You gave it just because it wanted it!? We don't even know what the fruit does yet! You gave it just because it wanted it? I also want a hundred mother dragons." Negris said angrily.

Ang nodded.

Clatter! Negris's heart jumped, and it flew over to grab Ang: "Wait a minute! Why are you nodding? Why are you nodding?"

Ang said: "A hundred mother dragons."

Negris forced a smile: "Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously. Where are you going to get a hundred mother dragons?"

"Naiaili, pull scales," Ang replied.

Negris had lingering fears. Fortunately, it stopped him quickly. But if Naiaili knew he had such a thought, she would definitely kill him from the main plane and bite him to death. This dead skeleton really can't take any jokes.

The big cat hung on the tree for several minutes, then slid down bit by bit, bit by bit, and fell to the ground.

The branch that originally grew a large fruit now only had a crystal-clear white fruit core. This fruit core looked a bit like some kind of crystal, but there were seven-colored star points inside, moving slowly.

The big cat burped, slipped to the side to digest, and didn't even look at the fruit core.

Ang leaned over to the fruit core, probed his consciousness into it, and immediately felt himself falling into a chaotic and void world, falling rapidly toward a certain point.

Ang was startled and hurriedly withdrew his consciousness. But as he withdrew his consciousness, the fruit core also turned into seven-colored starlight and shot into Ang's forehead.

His whole body shook, Ang came back to his senses, looked at the empty branch, and then looked at Negris.

Negris also looked at him blankly and asked urgently: "What happened? The fruit core shot into your head. Hurry and see, is it in your head?"

Ang shrank his consciousness into his soul and soon saw a group of seven-colored starlight. Probing his consciousness into it, he immediately saw the void world and felt the falling sensation.

Ang hurriedly withdrew, probed in, withdrew, and probed in again, playing very happily.

When he came back to his senses and told Negris, Negris said hesitantly: "You mean there is a void space in your soul now? Could it be that the fruit core is the so-called dimensional space? Then what did the big cat eat?"

Silver Coin, however, had a different view. He said hesitantly: "I have collected a lot of information about the Heaven-reaching Divine Tree recently. Legends of this plant have always existed, but there has never been any real historical material. Could it be because there was no big cat, so the fruit it bore couldn't become a dimensional space?"

"You mean the big cat turned this fruit into a dimensional space?" Negris was surprised.

"Awoo!" The big cat on the side raised its neck, and its furry claws patted its chest.

Now, even if they didn't understand Awoo language, they knew what it meant.

"Hiss—so the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree needs a dimensional beast to truly take shape? Just like a squirrel can help a pinecone release seeds?" Negris was shocked.

This was really a mistake. If Ang didn't let the big cat eat this thing, the dimensional space probably wouldn't have been able to take shape. So the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree could be passed down and down, and finally turned into the Heaven-reaching Divine Tree, making the Undead Empire think this thing could reach the sky, and they kept trying to find ways to make it sprout.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the undead creatures are, it's impossible to make an unpollinated seed sprout. Only the God of Life can do this.

And to make it sprout, it needed the little sapling to detect its activity, Ang to adjust the growth environment, then accelerate it for twenty-something growth seasons, and then it sprouted. This is equivalent to three gods serving it...

No, if you add the big cat, this "Evil God," that's four gods serving it. You say, how could undead creatures possibly make it sprout?

However, the harvest was also huge. A dimensional space! Negris asked curiously: "What is it like inside? Let me see."

Under Ang's guidance, Negris probed its consciousness into the dimensional space, and then immediately screamed: "Ah! Help!!!"

This strong falling sensation, normal creatures would scream uncontrollably.

Bang! Negris fell onto a soft, moist, fertile piece of land. It raised its head and looked. The soft land it was on was taking shape rapidly, spreading toward the distance quickly.

Negris immediately had a bad premonition. This kind of soil is most suitable for planting things. This dead skeleton wouldn't...

Just as this thought popped up, it saw a lonely hand bone floating over.

Sigh, I knew it. No matter what dimension it is, it will eventually become Ang's field. The area of this dimensional space seems quite large, almost as big as the Palace of Rest, and it is empty and flat, with nothing.

The soft land is the only substance in the dimensional space, and its edge has become the boundary of the dimensional space.

"Now you have something to play with, really." Negris said angrily.

Two days later, Silver Coin investigated the situation of Enke's friend and discussed it with Anthony, feeling that this business could be taken.

"Heart of Molten Iron, Aishani, Fire-type Arcane Mage. Sure enough, the friends of the strong are all strong. Through Enke, we can continuously meet strong people of the same level and expand our influence," Silver Coin said.

Anthony said: "Yes, but influence also depends on strength. Without so many things from the lord, we wouldn't be able to influence these guys. Do you think the Holy Light Church here doesn't want to influence these strong people? They can't do it."

"Can they resurrect people? Can they rejuvenate? Can they beautify? To be honest, even if I weren't the Pope, with the lord's skills, I could quickly become the Pope. No, I am the orthodoxy now; those are the fakes," Anthony said decisively.

"That's right. With the lord's support, my business is much easier to do. It's gotten to the point where I have to investigate the client's identity in advance. Then I'll go visit her."

Ang didn't care about their business. As long as they didn't look for him, he would quietly farm. Now that he had a new toy, he was even more addicted, sometimes not moving for a long time.

Everything in the dimensional space needs to be explored, but Ang often plays with illusion magic, has rich exploration experience, and nothing here can stump him.

Ang now knows where those fertile and soft lands come from. The moment the dimensional space takes shape, the whole space is filled with a kind of energy. This energy changes according to Ang's will.

Is it familiar? Isn't that Holy Energy? Energy with God's will?

Of course, this is not Holy Energy, it just has the same effect. No wonder it's called the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree.

This energy, according to Ang's will, turned into soft and fertile land, so large areas of land appeared, but these soils also exhausted all the energy in the space.

After the space took shape, Ang found that having soil alone is not enough to plant things, or rather, it can't plant ordinary things.

"So you are guiding air in bit by bit now? How to guide? Guide it like the Palace of Rest?" Negris asked curiously.

Ang nodded: "Consume Soul Flame."

Like the Palace of Rest, transferring matter in also requires consuming Soul Flame.

"Hiss—could the space where the Palace of Rest is located be something borne by this kind of fruit?" Negris suddenly thought of a possibility.

Ang's spirit shook, and he immediately thought of something, looking for Du Luo Ken everywhere.

After finding the disheveled Du Luo Ken, Ang said: "Farm, boundary marker."

"You want me to refine a spatial boundary marker? I can, but I can't cut space," Du Luo Ken said.

Ang ran away quickly, and not long after, he brought back a cat.

"Awoo!"

"Eh? Big cat is here? Then there's no problem. We'll find a remote place where space is thin and cut it down," Du Luo Ken said.

Refining a boundary marker for an Alchemy King is equivalent to having no difficulty. Recently, there have been more and more carnivores in the forest, discarding a large amount of bones, letting the little angel and little zombie go pick them back, and incidentally picking back a giant bear.

A large amount of bones were dried, ground into powder, mixed into kaolin, built into a marker shape, and then fired into shape.

"Ordinary bones work too? I thought you had to use skeleton bones. Don't use silver skeletons, at least gray bone skeletons. These animal bones left over from eating are too cheap," Negris said.

All the buildings Du Luo Ken built have a special ability—self-repair. It sounds very powerful, but now Negris knows how he does it. He mixes bone powder into it.

Bones have a natural ability to have an affinity for death aura. When the Rest Wind blows and the soul energy burns, it will automatically recover.

Du Luo Ken didn't feel anything at all: "I used tens of thousands of tons of bone powder when building the World Transit Station. If I used skeletons, how many skeletons would I have to cut? The Emperor wouldn't dismantle my bones. Ordinary bone powder can also be used, just calcine it."

Du Luo Ken pressed one hand on the newly formed boundary marker, and the soul flame burned. Soon, the white stone marker slowly blackened into a farm boundary marker.

"No wonder the boundary markers I've seen are all black. It turns out there is this last process," Negris said.

The biggest difficulty of a spatial boundary marker is cutting space, but with the big cat here, this is the simplest thing, because this is the natural ability of a dimensional beast.

As long as the conditions are met, items like spatial boundary markers, which are equivalent to miracles when spoken of, are formed easily.

Its real name is spatial boundary marker, but the Emperor used it for farming, so Ang is used to calling it a farm boundary marker.

He refined a dozen more, cut down all the places where space is thin that the big cat could find, and made a dozen boundary markers.

Two of them were put into the dimensional space by Ang, so he didn't need to guide air into the space. The spatial boundary marker would continuously diffuse air, filling the entire space.

"So when the Emperor built the farm, it was actually to produce air? Then he found that this land was quite good and couldn't be wasted, so he planted things on it?" Negris guessed.

Soon Ang found that the introduction of the spatial boundary marker solved the other two major problems of the dimensional space: light and temperature.

There is no light in the dimensional space, and the temperature is also very low. But with the barrier, warm air poured in, and while diffusing, it also took away heat. At the same time, light shining into the barrier would also warm the air.

Ang immediately thought of a problem. Crops need different temperatures. If one barrier cuts a tropical climate and one barrier cuts a cold climate, and they are arranged at both ends of the dimensional space and opened separately, wouldn't it be possible to adjust the climate in the space?

Negris said helplessly: "Theoretically, it is possible, but do you have to become so smart whenever you encounter farming problems? You don't seem this smart in other things."

Other things? Ang tilted his head and thought of one: "A hundred mother dragons."

"Pfft! You..." Negris was so angry it wanted to vomit blood. Why would he associate "smart" with "mother dragons"? Can roasting it also make Ang smarter?

Fortunately, before Negris got angry, Silver Coin ran back: "My lord, my lord, you definitely can't imagine what we saw at the Heart of Molten Iron. Aishani is a bit poor and can't take out 25 million magic crystals, and she doesn't want Enke to fund her, so she wants to exchange the Heart of Molten Iron for a chance at rebirth."

"Exchange with the Heart of Molten Iron? How to exchange? Isn't the Heart of Molten Iron her arcane mystery? Is she exchanging her own arcane magic?" Negris asked, puzzled.

"No, no, no, the Heart of Molten Iron is the heart of a Molten Demon Lord," Silver Coin said.

Boom, Ang's head erupted with bear-bear soul flames, and he said angrily: "Turus! Burn my field!" ===== CHAPTER 473 =====