Chapter 840: Celebrating the Festival Beautifully

"Ang, do you want to escape this desert?" The Monarch asked directly.

Ang was staring with his eyes wide open, looking around. He didn't know what he saw. Hearing this, he tilted his head: "Can I plant things?"

Ancient Divine Light was stunned. What does this mean? Transcending the Great Desert of Energy Levels, not the kind of desert that lacks water. What does it have to do with whether things can be planted?

The Monarch replied: "How would I know? I haven't been there."

Ang shook his head decisively: "Don't go."

After speaking, he didn't care about anything else and continued to stare with his eyes wide open, projecting his gaze.

Main Plane, Galad looked at the pitch-black sky, a trace of worry appearing on her beautiful face, making people unable to help but feel pity, wishing they could go up and smooth it out.

Of course, those who dared to do so had already been beaten down by the Elf Guards.

Kalandair finished a set of prayer rituals and then came to report with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, the Life God has no response."

Galad looked left and right, then pulled Kalandair to the side and whispered: "What time is it? You should find Lord Ang."

What did Bao Jia Yuan do to cause this miraculous scene? Is this stealing the job of her own priest?

Ang Dair asked strangely: "Your Majesty, why is your face red? Are you sick?"

Bao Jia Dair's expression was even more bitter: "It can make the sunlight disappear. Regardless of whether it has anything to do with my lord and the Tree God, it definitely has something to do with us. We know what happened, but what can we do? Go help?"

This gaze immediately locked onto her body, and a beam of light shone on her position.

"What are you thinking? Large-scale undead disaster, retaining memories after death depends on luck. If you become a mindless zombie, with your chest sagging and flat, wandering around, do you still think it's okay?" Galad said.

She only saw Galad kneeling on one knee, shouting "Lord Bao Jia," and then a light shone down and spread to the entire sky.

Counting all the channels she could think of, she couldn't get any news. Bao Jia Yuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart. Is the dignified Elf Queen so far away from the level of Lord Kaland?

Then, the gaze tilted. Galad had a flash of inspiration and subconsciously shouted: "Lord Kaland!?"

"It... it is Lord Kaland." Galad pointed at the sun in the sky and muttered in a daze.

This kind of gaze, like the natural power, made Galad's legs soft, and she couldn't help but kneel on one knee, trembling all over. This was the instinctive reaction of a creature facing unknown great terror.

Ang Dair rolled her eyes at her: "I finally remember who Lightning's mouth learned from. Learned from its mother, its mother learned from you. Hehe, I'll go to Meishen City now to grab a set meal. If I really become a zombie, let them lock me in a crystal coffin and activate me every festival, so I can celebrate the festival beautifully."

Ang Dair was frightened by this description, but after thinking about it carefully, it was very likely to happen. Hunger would make any creature do crazy things, including dragons, humans, and elves themselves.

Kalandair smiled bitterly: "I was the first to pray to Lord Ang. The lord didn't respond, so I prayed to the Life God. The Life God didn't respond either. I prayed to the Little Tree God again, and there was no response."

Of course, she couldn't associate Galad's pink face with a proposal that didn't know its own strength back then, so she could only accept this statement and then ask: "Then what should we do now?"

Ang Dair shook her head.

"Did none of them respond? Is something wrong? Why did the sunlight disappear for no reason? Could it be that the disappearance of sunlight has something to do with my lord and the Life God?" Bao Jia Yuan asked muttering.

"Haha, good idea..." Galad laughed loudly, just wanting to say something, but felt something, suddenly raised her head, and stared with wide eyes in shock.

She felt a gaze. Something was looking at her. Heavens, what was looking at her? The gaze was so distant and profound, as if it were projected from the pitch-black void.

The words "undead creature" coming out of the Elf Queen's mouth would have been terrifying a few years ago. But now, Ang Dair was not only not disgusted, but a bit eager to try: "Can I be as tender as Lisa and Aobenli? If I can be like that, it's not bad. Lisa is over a thousand years old, and you can't tell at all."

"Do they have no news either? Doesn't the Dragon Clan have a big yellow book leading Lord Kaland? What was it called? Negris?" Galad asked in surprise.

"Really?" Ang Dair looked at the moss on the ground that would bubble when stepped on and the wet dead leaves, and couldn't associate those things with dampness at all.

"Maybe pets don't have much status. Should we ask the Star Mage? I heard that many Star Mages are already leading Lord Kaland." Ang Dair suggested.

Bao Jia Yuan covered up and said: "The weather is damp, maybe I'm a bit inflamed. I'll pick some cool grass to eat later."

"So, only Lord Kaland can save us. Whether it's his micro-moss supplementary planting technology or his holy light ball in the Conch Plane, he can plant crops in the absence of the sun. At worst, he can launch an undead disaster and turn us into undead creatures." Galad said.

Galad asked: "Do the Void Elves have much news sent back?"

Galad held the hilt of the knife, gripped it and loosened it, repeated it several times, and sighed: "Dragon Hunter, actually can't even help."

"The sky... the sky is bright. The sun is out. Your Majesty, what... what did you do?" Bao Jia Dair seemed unable to feel the terrifying gaze.

Having experienced so many things, the Elf Queen had already realized that Lord Ang was a bit more reliable than the Life God.

Back then, she even thought about compensating herself to exchange for Kaland's forgiveness. Now looking back, she felt her face turn red.

"Don't talk about Dragon Hunters. Even dragons can't help at all. Just now, Bruske sent a message asking what the situation was." Ang Dair said.

Galad took a deep breath and ordered: "Collect food, warm clothing, build

Ang Dai'er's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "Re... return to the embrace of nature? Is this telling you all to go die? Will... will it reach that point?"

You still wanted to ask if there was any news from the Dragon race, but you didn't expect them to have already come over to ask in advance.

In the boundless darkness, a stunningly beautiful Elf Empress was illuminated by a solitary beam of light. If someone were to paint this scene, it would be another masterpiece passed down through the ages.

It seemed the beam of light had locked onto her. With the first beam as the center, more light gradually expanded outward. The sky, under the illumination of this light, gradually brightened.

The entire plane was once again illuminated by sunlight, and the plane that had originally fallen into chaos quickly restored order. Just as everyone was overjoyed and preparing to celebrate, with a 'Crack!', the sunlight disappeared again. In the place where the sun had originally been, a red dot of light replaced it and slowly expanded and grew larger.

Gai La De sighed: "If it only reaches this step, it might be the best result. If the sun truly disappears forever, then the vast majority of plants in the entire world will wither and die, the harvest will fail, and having lost the protection of the forests, those starving, crazed creatures will swarm in and eat us."