Chapter 790

Anthony and Silver Coin brought people over respectively. Seeing them, Ang couldn't help but tilt his head.

Everyone was familiar with Ang's body language. This action indicated that these people were indeed strange, and immediately became alert.

Ang thought for a while, pointed to the people Silver Coin brought and said: "They, fanatical, firm, fanatics."

"Fanatics? But they are not believers of the Doomsday Temple. I asked them, they said they are survivalists, doesn't seem to be a religion, and they are not interested in gold coins at all." Silver Coin said in surprise.

Anthony realized and said: "Then I know who they are. They are not believers, but they are indeed a group of fanatical guys, a group of guys fanatical about extreme survival, living the bitterest days, collecting the most complete material equipment. They are indeed not interested in gold coins, unless gold coins can be exchanged for survival materials."

"The Doomsday Temple also has a headache for these guys, but leave it to me." Anthony said as he walked toward those survivalists.

Among the survivalists, the leader was a lean middle-aged man. He was so thin that his cheeks were showing, but he was spirited.

Anthony walked over, scanned his soul, and asked: "How many days have you not eaten?"

The lean middle-aged man blinked in surprise and replied: "Back to Master, haven't eaten for three days."

"Have you learned any secret method? Can reduce the body's consumption, and can hibernate like a bear when necessary?" Anthony said.

The lean middle-aged man was shocked: "Master, how do you know? That is our family's secret method."

"Give me your hand." Anthony didn't answer, directly ordered.

The lean middle-aged man hurriedly extended his hand. They are just survivalists, but not fools. Ang and these people descended from the void. Not to mention those ancient gods, even people like An Bu Lu Si are at the level of void elves. Their fragile plane creatures, any elf on the other side could crush them.

Now they are not dead, probably because the big shots on the other side are curious about them.

Anthony slashed his palm, and the palm immediately cracked a big mouth, deep to the bone, blood flowing wildly.

The lean middle-aged man's face twisted in pain, wanting to scream, but gritted his teeth and endured it, not even daring to retract his hand.

"Pain?" Anthony asked, shining holy light onto the other party's palm.

"Pain... wait, not painful anymore? What kind of magic is this?" The lean middle-aged man watched the deep-to-the-bone wound heal rapidly, asking incredibly.

"Healing magic, as long as you still have a breath, you can be saved." Anthony said modestly.

Indeed modest. If Ang came, even if he died for a few hours, he could be saved. If it was longer, memory might be damaged.

While he was still in shock, Anthony took out a handful of elf beans, handed them to the lean middle-aged man, and let him distribute them to his companions: "Beans that fill you up with one, have you tasted them? A small bag like this is enough for you to eat for a lifetime."

The lean middle-aged man was dumbfounded. The survivalists behind him had the same expression. Anthony seemed to have opened a brand new world for them. Survival, can it still be played like this?

Anthony smiled slightly: "These are small things. Survival is not difficult. Do you want eternal life?"

The lean middle-aged man blinked, thinking he heard wrong, but after realizing he didn't hear wrong, flames burned in his eyes.

Compared to eternal life, survival is a fart. When Anthony solemnly introduced Ang as the God of Undead, Ang immediately felt that thick soul flames were cast from these people toward him, and a unique mark formed in his soul, winding and floating around the soul.

"Pfft—what? These survivalists defined a divine art for you? What kind of dog shit luck is this? What divine art?" Negris spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Is divine art Chinese cabbage? Come as you say? The believers Anthony fooled actually defined new divine arts? What kind of plane joke is this?

Ang took out a mark. Negris's intent scanned it, and immediately saw its function: "Survival? What does it mean?"

Ang shook his head blankly. This is one of the few divine skills he couldn't touch through at once, and still needs deep research.

"Speaking of which, it's strange. Why are your divine skills defined by ordinary people? Except for the Purification Art defined by Lisha, whether it's Rebirth Art, Beauty God Fist, Element Conversion, Undead Holy Light, and this one, they are all defined by very weak people. Why is this?" Negris said somewhat puzzled.

Anthony said: "This is too normal. The weaker the person, the purer their belief in God, so they can define divine arts."

"As for people with a certain foundation of strength, their belief is complicated. Not only do they require divine skills to be very powerful, but also easy to learn, not hurting the body, and it's best to have other bonuses. They want to add promotion, salary increase, longevity, and health to one divine skill. It's not pure at all." Speaking of this, Anthony couldn't help but curl his lips. He has seen too many such people in the church.

"But Lisha..."

"Lisha is very pure. She just wanted to become beautiful at that time. Even within the church, those who can define divine arts are those very pure people, such as Xia Mala, so there are saints and ascetics, but they deteriorated later."

Chatting for a while, confirming that the people Silver Coin brought were fine, they were just simply not interested in gold coins, but if they were exchanged for elf beans, healing arts, or eternal life, they would become very fanatical and quickly transform into believers of the God of Undead.

"These people are fine, then Master, what about the people I brought? I feel they have different souls in their bodies, and their behavior and style have nothing to do with their occupation, education, and growth environment. Very strange." Anthony said.

"For example? I feel they are very normal, can talk and laugh." Negris looked toward the direction of the people Anthony brought, finding that those people were talking and laughing, and there was no feeling of soul and body not matching.

Anthony said unpleasantly: "This is what's strange, okay. They include farmers, butchers, small vendors, housewives, servants, etc. I brought them to this forest aggressively, surrounded by a pile of strange creatures, yet they are talking and laughing. Don't you think it's strange?"

As he spoke, Anthony was specific to individuals: "That big fat man is a butcher, but look at his accessories and belt, are they very exquisite? His wrists and elbows are also very clean. A normal butcher, these places must be oily, and accessories are even more impossible to be exquisite."

"Look at that woman again, a woman with rough hands and feet, but her nails are very clean. Normally when you eat a bowl of porridge on the street, this kind of rough woman serves it to you, her thumb is soaked in the porridge, how many of those nails are clean?"

"I haven't eaten porridge on the street, but I understand what you mean, it's indeed very strange."

Anthony described the strangeness of these people one by one. With Anthony's observation ability that can even see how many clones Dyson has, the strangeness of these people is as obvious as a torch in the dark night.

If it were one or two, it would be fine. There are always some mavericks among millions of people, but in this theocratic world with extremely low education rates, there are so many special individuals, it cannot be a normal phenomenon.

After describing, everyone looked at Ang. They just felt strange, but didn't know where it was strange.

Ang pointed to them, then pointed to the ground, and said: "Consciousness pollution, they, Ancient Black Stone."

As soon as the words fell, those humans who were talking and laughing collectively turned their heads, their movements extremely strange, as if at this moment, they were collectively controlled by some consciousness.

Everyone collectively opened their mouths and shouted in unison: "Outsider, we have no intersection, right? Why do you want to get to the bottom of it? Isn't it okay to take your people and leave? These ignorant people can all be given to you, why do you want to turn over the dark soil and pry into the endless darkness? You will regret it!"

With this neat and uniform shouting, these strange people seemed to connect a power transmission network, and a strange power gathered on the fat butcher leader.

However, while shouting, the fat butcher found something wrong. Everyone didn't look scared at all, but instead looked at him with expressions like looking at a fool.

"Damn, what kind of expression is this? Aren't you afraid?" The fat butcher said angrily.

"Afraid, too afraid. But your energy intensity is not enough, this little energy intensity is afraid it won't break the skin." Negris said pretentiously.

"Humph, stupid lizard, this is the power of consciousness! Assimilate!" The fat butcher shouted, his whole body suddenly lit up, a ray of light tore through space, stabbing straight at Negris.

Don't know who to hit first, this lizard talks too much, just hit you.

A brass book smashed in front of Negris with a clatter, and the opened pages swallowed the light.

PS: Going on a long trip, sitting on the train for forty hours, don't know if I can code on the train.