Chapter 937: The Rabbit's Nest

Ang has not dared to use the Death Aura casually here. First, he has no Soul Network here, and second, he has no belief system. Almost all of his divine power relies on the offerings of a few believers like the Gray Stick, Lisha, and the Cemetery Orphans.

Save a little; it's fine to use it for Cleansing Art and Purification Art, but use Rebirth Art sparingly, and don't even think about the Beauty God Fist—it can't be manifested.

The consumption of the Death Aura is also not small, especially in large-scale situations, so Ang basically only uses it for breeding. But for simple breeding, the loss is also very large, and he dares not use it openly, so there has been no progress with the divine plants.

Silver Coin has already issued a bounty, but it is unknown whether it is because of Aojia'er's high-pressure stance of suppressing the gods that makes those who possess divine plants afraid to show their heads, or because the offered price is too low; anyway, there has been no progress at all.

Originally, everyone thought it would be difficult to make progress and were prepared to find some free time to ask a god, but unexpectedly, they discovered a divine plant in an unexpected place—a rabbit's nest.

The nest of the Gale Rabbit was built in a patch of grass. It is said that rabbits don't eat the grass around their nest, so the grass around its nest grew tall and dense. Every time it went out, it would dart out from the grass like a cannonball, *whoosh*.

However, in a pile of tall and dense grass, Ang discovered a few short and fluffy varieties. Ang called them rabbit-tail grass; just like a rabbit's tail, they couldn't grow long, only a short little cluster.

Plants that possess divine traits are divine plants. This rabbit-tail grass is very divine; it can grow vigorously even in a large cluster of tall and dense grass because its fluff can pierce space.

"It seems quite powerful, but the hole it pierces is too small. With fluff as fine as this, what's the use?" When he first discovered it and learned about the characteristics of the rabbit-tail grass, Negris lost interest because he really couldn't think of any use for piercing a void hole as fine as the fluff.

However, Ang happily divided and cultivated them. One was left in place, one was transplanted to the Burning Wind Forest, one was buried near the pit where the rabbits defecate, and one was planted in a weak spot in space.

After a period of time, the one left in place remained the same, the one transplanted to the Burning Wind Forest lost its divinity and became an ordinary grass, and only the two buried near the rabbit's dung pit and planted in the weak spot in space grew vigorously.

However, the time was too short. The growth of divine plants is generally measured in centuries, so no changes could be seen at all.

Now it's fine; the little ghost has arrived, and Ang can use his divine power freely again. One night is enough for him to cultivate more than a dozen generations of crops.

Now in front of Ang is a stalk of rice as tall as a tree. The heavy ears of rice bent its stalk, and each grain of rice is the size of a fist, but there is still a huge flower bud at the top of the ear.

At this moment, Ang is using divine power to support it. The petals on the surface wither layer by layer under the Death Aura, fall off layer by layer, and grow rapidly.

Negris frowned and watched for a while, then muttered: "Is the flowering period this long? Without the Death Aura, wouldn't it take decades or a hundred years to bloom?"

No wonder divine plants take thousands or tens of thousands of years to sprout and bear fruit. Ang accelerates it like this and it still can't bloom after half a day. Under normal growth, it probably wouldn't bloom for decades or a hundred years. How much divine power would that waste?

Fortunately, the little ghost has arrived. This kind of consumption is just a drizzle for the Main God of Light, and it is not even as much as the faith energy produced by its belief in Ang.

This is actually a very unreasonable mechanism. It believes in Ang, but it is also the Main God of Light. Ang is in symbiosis with it, so the power it produces by believing in Ang belongs to it again. It is equivalent to self-production and self-marketing.

The energy and matter in the void are always constant; they only transform from one form to another and finally return to chaos.

But only the power at the level of will can have an increase, or it is not necessarily an increase, but the energy released by turning chaos into order.

As for which kind it is specifically, Ang doesn't understand very well. He only knows that relying on this power, projecting from the chaos plane to here, the little ghost also relied on this increase to drive all the way here.

According to the inference of the Ancient Divine Light, no matter can escape that energy-level Great Barren, so Ang sent the King's consciousness out at that time. But now looking at the little ghost, matter still has a way to escape.

The power to transcend the energy-level Great Barren, used to cast divine arts, Ang can cast from morning till night.

A full half an hour passed. Under the Death Aura, it is estimated that it has already grown for a hundred years. All the rice grains on the ear of rice have withered, leaving only one flower bud.

However, before the ear of rice withered, Ang picked two grains and put them away, and then continued.

"This dead skeleton, he doesn't forget to save seeds even at a time like this." Negris was between laughter and tears.

Anthony said: "This is called professionalism. By the way, Lord Negris, does the Lord want to go farming within the territory of the Light Alliance? I heard news from that Beth that a famine occurred in a plane on the border of the Light Alliance. It is not far from us, but it is too far from the center of the Light Alliance. They can't provide relief, so I'm asking the Lord if we should go and occupy it?"

Negris glanced at Anthony: "Is your old habit acting up again?"

Anthony said: "How can you call it an old habit? Manpower, I need manpower. You just let me do the work but don't give me anyone. I can't split myself in two, and splitting in two wouldn't be enough either. Otherwise, I would have split, anyway the Lord can heal."

"If the old habit acts up, it acts up. Where do you get so many excuses? I really don't understand you. You are clearly so black-bellied, why do you always like to save people? Could it be that you have been an Archbishop for too long and have put on some kind of consciousness shackle?" Negris said unhappily.

It actually doesn't understand Anthony very well. He is clearly not a kind guy, but he can't bear to see others suffering and always wants to help them. However, his help is not simply sending food and drink, but driving you to work. For those who are lazy, he will never be soft-hearted when he kills them.

So he helps and helps, and the more he helps, the richer he gets. Those who don't know would think he is making a fortune from disaster, but he clearly saved many people. Judging by deeds rather than intentions, he is a qualified Pope, it's just that it always makes Negris unable to figure it out.

Anthony was stunned for a moment: "Didn't I say it? Seems like I said it, right? Sense of accomplishment. Watching a messy place being managed by me in an orderly way, I have a great sense of accomplishment."

Seeing Negris's disapproving expression, Anthony thought for a while and said: "When I first arrived at the Main Plane, I served as a Holy Arbiter of the Mobile Inquisition for several lifetimes. In some remote places, when heavy snow fell in winter, herders would throw newborn lambs and babies into the snow to feed the wolves because they couldn't be raised. There were too many lambs, and rather than all being hungry, it was better to throw them to feed the wolves."

"Clearly, if you raise them for a few years, they can help with work, but they are thrown away because they are hungry. It's too wasteful. My rule does not allow such waste. I can lend them food first, let them raise the lambs, and then shave the wool to pay me back later. How good is that."

Negris heard about lambs working, raising them, shaving wool, etc., and it was very messy, but when it thought that sheep don't give birth to lambs in winter, it immediately reacted. Where is he talking about sheep? This is clearly talking about people.

Watching the living people under his rule being so wasted, there is indeed no sense of accomplishment.

Negris curled its lips: "I've already prepared it for you. What do you think Ang is growing so much food for? The food Ang grows is for people to eat. Anyway, the food is prepared for you. How to use it is your business. If you can't beat them, just shout for help. Can Ang not save you?"

Anthony smiled: "Doesn't this still need to inform you, Lord Negris? You are the one the Lord trusts most. If you don't translate, we can barely understand what the Lord is saying."

Negris put its hands on its hips, its tail slightly raised.

Just at this moment, the flower bud in Ang's hand rippled with divine power and slowly bloomed. There were no stamens inside, only a human-shaped baby.

"Rabbit, rabbit, your divine body is here." Negris shouted.

PS: My enteritis flared up yesterday.