Chapter 474: They have good things in their team

Ang dragged the Lord of Terror, who had turned into a molten giant, to the wasteland outside the forest.

The Lord of Terror was still confused, not knowing what had happened, but Negris had already laughed crazy: "Why call it anything else, call it 'erupting volcanic ash'? You wait to fertilize the field."

Fertilize the field? The Lord of Terror looked at Ang, not knowing what it meant.

Ang gestured: "Erupt, volcanic ash."

The Lord of Terror finally understood what Ang wanted it to do, and immediately turned to Negris and said: "Lord Negris, I found that your translation is the most correct. I should be called 'black smoke ring with fire coming out of the stone'."

"Haha, too late. You are volcanic ash now," Negris laughed gloatingly.

Ang had always had a headache about how to improve the soil of the desert on a large scale. Catching Hemor over was naturally the best, its field-fertilizing effect was first-class.

But Hemor needs a large amount of organic matter to feed. Now the things Ang planted hadn't grown well, and there wasn't so much rotten vegetable leaves, rice straw, and crop stalks to feed it, so Hemor couldn't exert any effect.

Without the Insect God, then use volcanic ash. It just so happens that the soil environment of the desert is more suitable for volcanic ash, and letting Hemor come would be a bit of a waste.

Seeing that Ang wasn't joking, the Lord of Terror said reluctantly: "I am the Lord of Terror, I am quite good at scaring people. Do I really have to spray volcanic ash?"

Ang nodded.

The Lord of Terror sighed, and a puff of black smoke sprayed out from the cracks in its body, turning into ash and sprinkling on the wasteland.

Ang reached out and wiped it, rubbed his fingertips, hmm, it's good fertilizer.

Pointing to the distance, Ang said: "Go."

The Lord of Terror was about to cry: "I... I am a Demon Lord, possessing the power of fear, harvesting, contract, and bribery. You actually let me spray ash... My life is so bitter, I regret it."

Looking back at Ang, he found that Ang's hand was firmly pointing to the distance.

Uh, acting pitiful was useless. The Lord of Terror accepted its fate, sighed, and a scorching wind blew onto the wasteland.

It took a step forward, and the organic matter in the sand was drawn up from the ground soil by an invisible hand, turned into ash, and sprinkled on the ground. Step by step, it walked, and the ground was covered with ash.

Returning to the water pool, Aishani and Enke, who were a bit anxious, breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "Where is that Demon Lord just now?"

"Gone to fertilize the field. Are you ready?" Negris said gloatingly.

"Ready, ready," Aishani hurriedly responded, but a big question mark popped up in her heart: Fertilize the field? Was the demon killed and buried in the soil? No, the demon's corpse won't fertilize the field, it will only pollute the soil.

Estimating that her brain would explode, she couldn't think that it went to spray volcanic ash. However, she didn't have time to care about these, because she was about to witness a miracle with her own eyes.

Before this, Negris asked: "By the way, what age do you plan to stay at for the cultivated body?"

Aishani was stunned: "Can I choose?"

"Of course you can. The younger, the fewer materials," Negris said.

Aishani hesitated for a moment and tested: "Three years old?"

"..." A silence of speechless silence. Negris said: "The age is too young to carry consciousness, so you have to choose sixteen or older."

"Then sixteen," Aishani said immediately.

Negris roasted speechlessly: "Very good, you can be sisters with Enke's granddaughter. She is also sixteen."

Aishani and Enke involuntarily showed strange expressions on their faces.

Ang took a drop of Aishani's blood and dripped it into the nutrient solution, and then began to cultivate. The blood turned into flesh, the flesh turned into an embryo, and the embryo slowly grew up.

This is actually a very impactful scene. Even atheistic mages and warlocks, seeing this scene, couldn't help but have weak legs and pray to God.

Aishani clasped her hands together and muttered: "God of Fire, please have mercy..."

"Balance, Balance, this is the God of Balance. You are praying to the God of Fire in front of us. This is blasphemy. Do you want a god war?" Negris poked her and said.

"Oh, oh, oh, God of Balance, please have mercy on your devout believer, I am willing..." Aishani hurriedly changed the object.

Mages undoubtedly have extremely firm spiritual beliefs. One can be worth more than a dozen pan-believers. Ang felt a steady stream of soul flames being projected over, saving him a large part of his effort.

If Silver Coin knew this, he would definitely slap the table and shout: Using your soul flames to cultivate your body, and then selling it to you...

Just like this, it took a day and a night, and a body of about sixteen appeared in the nutrient solution.

Only Ang, Negris, and Aishani were left on the scene. After the body took shape, Aishani drove Enke out. At this moment, she, the only human, touched the girl's body, excited and a bit breathless: "Come quickly, I can't wait."

Consciousness transfer is actually Anthony's specialty, but since Ang is his master, Ang naturally knows it. And relying on his powerful mental power, Ang finds it easier to perform consciousness transfer, and the success rate is higher.

Aishani's consciousness was introduced into the new body. In the nutrient solution, the girl suddenly turned over and sat up, coughing violently, coughing out all the nutrient solution in her lungs.

After finally calming down, she raised her head and saw a dragon face, scaring her to cover her chest with both hands.

Negris curled its lips: "Don't cover it. I've been watching here all day. If you want to cover, you should cover your face. How is it? Do you feel okay? Are you dizzy? Sleepy? Do you have a hot temper and want to lose control? None? That's good, you can go."

Re-covering her eyes, she left the Life God Pool, and then teleported away. Until the moment she took off her blindfold, she didn't know where she had gone.

Everything seemed like a dream. Except for the bright eyes, abundant energy, smooth skin, and the elasticity of the front and back, everything indicated that everything had changed, as if she had really been reborn.

"Little Enke, is it true? Have I really become younger?" Aishani asked in disbelief.

Enke smiled awkwardly and said coldly: "See for yourself." He handed over a mirror.

The mirror reflected a young, beautiful, youthful, and fair-skinned girl, without eye bags, no sagging cheeks, no enlarged head shape, and perfect from every angle.

Oh my god, is this me?

"Little Enke, is this really me?" Aishani pointed to herself in the mirror.

Enke said: "Yes, it's really you. You look younger than my granddaughter now. I don't know what mood to face you with."

Friends of friends are infinite. In the word-of-mouth of Aishani and Enke, the prestige of the God of Balance gradually spread.

All the strong people who regained their youth and became younger said in unison that they just went for beauty, so they became younger. If you also want to go for beauty, you can go to the Warlock's Ladder and find the Great Priest Mo Mo Nika.

Great Priest Mo Mo Nika's beauty business has already been carried out externally. After all, the Warlock Alliance also needs to buy people's hearts.

This kind of divine art that can make people ten years younger is very popular within the Warlock Alliance. Taking out some quotas to provide to those famous people on the ground can gain their strong favor.

At this critical juncture of competing for popular support, the favor of famous people is very important, which can determine whether the crops will be sold to the Warlock Alliance a few months later when they mature.

"It turns out Anthony's plan is waiting here, and he rounded it back again." Negris had to be convinced.

"Yes, Lord Anthony's layout is very powerful. Some unrelated arrangements are only discovered to be so exquisite when they are connected. Now Lord Anthony has asked me to release the news that 'someone can repair the Warlock's Ladder' through the business system. I received dozens of consultation messages in one day," Silver Coin sighed.

"It's probably laying out to sell the Warlock's Ladder to the Undead Empire. Forget it, don't care about him. What are you doing here?" Negris asked.

"Oh, two things. The materials for building the teleportation array are ready. The second thing, the Plane Mage Conference is about to start. I received news that this Mage Conference invited the Thunder Titan. Didn't you ask me to pay attention to the Titan clan's news? They might participate, but I can't get an invitation letter," Silver Coin said.

"Need an invitation letter? You can't even get one?" Negris was surprised: "Then forget it, if you can't get it, don't go..."

Because the Thunder Titan once sent a message to the main plane dwarves, telling them to pay attention to the faith storm, and saying something about the return of thunder, Negris had always wanted to find them to ask what was going on.

But there had been no news of the Thunder Titan, and it didn't know where they were, as if they had disappeared into thin air. It didn't expect them to pop up suddenly now.

However, Negris no longer had that kind of interest. Need an invitation letter? So troublesome, not going. Anyway, according to this situation, it is estimated that it won't be long before Anthony will swallow this plane, and then the Titans will really "return."

However, before it could finish speaking, Lu Se walked back swaying with two scrolls in his hand: "Lord Negris, Lord Silver Coin, good morning."

"Good your head, it's night now. Where did you go to wander again?" Negris scolded.

Staying in the Life God Pool is indeed quite boring. Lu Se couldn't stay still and ran away early. He is a high-level Sword Saint, so there is no need to worry about him suffering, so Negris didn't bother to care about him.

"Hehe, Lutiya said she couldn't release a few sword skills, so she asked me to guide her," Lu Se said embarrassedly.

"Lutiya? You guys?" Negris looked at Lu Se suspiciously, calling so intimately? There's an inside story.

"Oh, Lord Negris, where are you thinking? With her strength, she will only affect my sword speed. Don't think wildly, okay?" Lu Se hurriedly covered up.

"Fine, fine, fine, you can get lost if there's nothing else." Negris waved its hand disdainfully.

"Okay, by the way, this is what Enke asked me to pass to the lord, saying it's an invitation letter for the Mage Conference, not named. If you need it, you can go join the fun." Lu Se handed over the two scrolls in his hand.

Holding the scrolls, Negris and Silver Coin looked at each other: "It's really whatever you want. Now it's impossible not to go."

Turning to look not far away, Ang was reaching one hand into the dimensional space, planting vegetables intently. Negris suddenly had a headache. How to call this dead skeleton to go out and play?

Ang is now addicted to the dimensional space. That is a brand new space, everything is new, and there are no buildings in the Palace of Rest to get in the way. All places can be opened up into farmland. He is now trying to plan the space terrain.

Just when Negris had a headache, Ang suddenly raised his head, looked in a certain direction, and then suddenly realized, and ran toward the outside of the valley.

Whoosh, the little angel and little zombie followed quickly. Negris, Lu Se, Silver Coin, and the big cat were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly chased after. No need to think, it must be someone calling for help.

In a wasteland dozens of kilometers away, a molten giant was being besieged by more than a dozen swordsmen. They kept wandering, maintaining a safe distance, and then finding the right time to go up and slash.

Outside the circle, a mage stood on a flying car, waving his staff. As he cast the spell, the humidity around him became greater and greater, and soon water mist condensed, constantly wrapping around the molten giant.

While casting the spell, this mage still had the energy to be surprised: "Strange, why is there a molten giant in this desert? Did we go to the wrong shore? Is this the North Wind Desert?"

A swordsman follower behind him held a big sword with both hands and said calmly: "That's right, north of the North Wind Mountain Range, North Wind Desert."

"Then why is there a molten giant here? Is there geological movement here, and a volcano appeared?" The mage asked, puzzled. Without molten lava, where would a molten giant come from?

Although the molten lava on this molten giant was "dying," as if it could go out at any time, and it kept spraying ash, and didn't know what disease it had, but it was definitely a molten giant.

The swordsman said calmly: "Don't know."

"Why don't you know anything? Forget it, I'll ask it. Hey, molten giant, how did you get here? Are you lost?" The mage asked loudly.

The molten giant made an honest sound: "I'm lost, don't kill me, I want to go home."

"Oh, good, good, good, don't kill it. Everyone go easy, catch it alive." The mage promised, and said loudly to the followers.

The molten giant said honestly: "Don't hit me, I'll hit you to death."

It waved its fists messily, but couldn't hit the agile swordsmen.

"Why is this molten giant so silly? Wasting such a big size in vain." The swordsmen had time to chat while fighting.

"Aren't molten giants all like this? Low-level demons are all like this. Only those high-level demons, lords, etc., will be particularly cunning." Another swordsman replied.

"Focus, don't break it, I want to use its heart to sacrifice to..." The mage stopped here, suddenly turned his head to look to the east, because his Wizard's Eye saw many people approaching quickly.

The molten giant seemed to feel someone approaching, suddenly straightened its waist, its figure suddenly rose a cut, and the molten lava on its body suddenly became scorching, lighting up the night sky.

At the same time, the molten giant shouted loudly: "My lord, come quickly and catch them, I feel they have good things in their team."

Clatter! This molten giant wasn't honest at all. It had been pretending to be silly, too cunning, fooled! ===== CHAPTER 475 =====

Thump! This lava giant isn't simple-minded at all; it has been playing dumb the whole time. It's too cunning—we've been tricked!