Chapter 831: Great, No Need to Hide

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, they searched the entire Mage Tower and didn't find any planting areas for crops.

"That's not right. Could it be like Tu, planted in the dimensional space?" Negris looked at Tuhilix in confusion.

"This is a dimensional space." Anthony said.

"Oh, right. Then where does their food come from? It looks like wheat flour, and it tastes like it when baked, just not very fresh." Negris poked his head around, looking at the crowd queuing up to bake cakes below.

The people here lived very regularly. Twice a day, morning and evening, there were prayer meetings—the kind of collective kneeling and crying they had just seen when they entered—and then they started eating.

Their eating involved preparing their own ingredients and baking them collectively. Everyone returned to their own small rooms, kneaded the dough themselves, and then took the dough to the street outside.

There was a row of long stone slabs there, radiating heat. They put their dough on it, and it was baked quickly.

After eating and drinking their fill, they started their own activities, either entertainment, learning, returning to their rooms for marital life, or lying around like corpses. It seemed they didn't need to work.

"It feels like they are a group of farmed faith magic crystals." Negris said.

"Indeed, but on such a large scale, and without an external source, it's a bit incredible." Anthony said.

The Church of Light once had such groups, belonging to the church's base, capable of offering devout faith at any time.

The Church of Light was very happy to support them; they didn't need to labor, only pray and offer every day. The City of Light in the Main Plane was a city used to support the base.

However, with the faith storm, the fall of the gods, and the corruption of faith, the entire church rotted at an incredible speed. Those who mixed into the City of Light were no longer all devout believers, but various ambitious people using fake offerings to exchange for power and wealth.

Anthony could have supported a batch originally, but how could he support believers for the Church of Light? Not burning your holy scriptures was only because they had been burned out before.

However, even in the City of Light, the group of faith magic crystals wasn't this large—only a hundred thousand people. And there was a constant input of devout believers from the entire human diocese of the Main Plane, replacing the old with the new, which could maintain the vitality of this group.

In this closed world before them, millions of people were all faith magic crystals who didn't labor. Not to mention whether they could afford to support them, just the lack of an external source and elimination mechanism would only cause the faith of these people to rot and deteriorate. It might be fine for a period of time, but it absolutely couldn't last for 60,000 years.

They couldn't find a planting area, and the personnel composition was too simple. They also saw the person presiding over the prayer meeting—it was none other than the other Tuhilix, identical in both appearance and temperament, making Tuhilix himself suspect whether he had a twin brother lost for many years.

Let's call the other Tuhilix "Rix" for now. "Little Tu" didn't sound good. Rix was followed by a batch of Dark Element Armored Mages, numbering about a hundred, divided into several batches. Although they were all covered in armor and couldn't see their faces, Ang and the others didn't rely on faces to recognize people.

This batch of Armored Mages was the only group here different from the faith magic crystals. Each mage had a job. Some were protecting Rix, some were managing the entire magic array, and some were maintaining the rift outside. The personnel in each part weren't fixed; it seemed there was a shift mechanism.

Relying on these hundred-plus people, they managed millions of people in the entire magic array in an orderly manner, provided sufficient food, and maintained devout faith. It was simply incredible.

The difficulty of this could only be understood by someone like Anthony who had managed many living people. Although the Monarch had also managed many people, the large-scale ones were all dead people, which were the easiest to manage.

Just then, Ang suddenly said: "Flour, no life."

"Flour has no life? Flour, of course, has no life. It's long been ground into powder. How could it have life?" Negris said.

Ang scratched his head and thought distressingly: "Flour, not planted, no soil, aura."

"What do you mean? Not planted? Could it be converted from elements like you do?" Negris asked in confusion.

Just then, an alarm sounded inside the magic array. Immediately, everyone active outside knelt down in an orderly manner, and those in the rooms also ran out quickly, merging into the street platforms, just like the morning and evening prayer meetings.

But it wasn't the time for a prayer meeting now. They had been here for a few days and had long figured out the rules of the prayer meetings. Moreover, this was the first time this kind of alarm sound had rung.

Although they were a bit confused, those humans seemed to know very well what the alarm sound meant, and expressions of joy appeared on their faces, as if something beautiful was about to happen.

Just then, Rix brought those Armored Mages and drifted over. He didn't discover the mass of smoke in the corner, let alone Ang and the others.

Arriving at the end of the magic array, a huge door slowly opened. This "door" faced the light ball in front of the magic array, and intense light immediately penetrated inside.

There was lighting inside the magic array, but it was that kind of faint cold light, completely different from the intense "warm" light of the light ball. Many people opened their arms, allowing their bodies to receive more light, and closed their eyes in enjoyment.

Just then, the light ball suddenly "came alive," its brightness suddenly increased by several degrees, and the fluctuations were also intensifying.

A wind blew inside the entire magic array.

The inside of the magic array was closed, the air didn't circulate, and there was no wind at all, and it was a bit turbid. But when the door opened just now, the air didn't run out because there was an invisible air membrane blocking it.

But now, this layer of air membrane had a big hole broken in it, and the air inside the magic array was being sucked out continuously.

"What are they doing? Sucking the air away, how can the people here live?" Anthony frowned and said.

"Probably not. This situation shouldn't be the first time. But it seems they really haven't found their air purification magic array. On the Starburst Array, the air purification magic array is the most important component." The Monarch had been the Lord of Extinction for a period of time and knew the operation of the Starburst Array very well.

The air was sucked out continuously, forming a bubble between the light ball and the magic array. The air inside this "bubble" became more and more, and the pressure became greater and greater, then it condensed into liquid.

There was more and more liquid, almost filling half of the bubble's space. Then, bubbles began to emerge from inside the liquid. The bubbles surged from the inside of the liquid to the surface, then sprayed out, turning into powder.

"Pfft—flour? Elemental conversion? Their flour comes this way? Why does it have your elemental conversion?" Negris said in shock.

Ang was a bit dazed; he didn't know either.

The Monarch said: "It's not just converting flour, but converting the components in the air that can't be breathed into flour, killing two birds with one stone. So that's how they purify the air."

Ang tilted his head thoughtfully.

Just then, the light ball suddenly projected a thought, focusing on the position of Ang and the others.

"Eh? Discovered? Great, no need to hide." ===== CHAPTER 832 =====