Chapter 939

Ang was happily digging for beets. This kind of root crop is buried deep in the soil. If you don't dig very carefully, you will miss some in the soil. Even if there is no omission, there will be many side roots broken in the mud. Ang can find them with a sweep of his soul.

This made him very happy because he was very familiar with beets. He had been growing 'vegetables' in the Anxi Palace for more than a thousand years, and the main 'vegetable' he grew was beets, and the rest were food.

It's a pity that he couldn't find beet seeds here. Unexpectedly, he ran into them here suddenly. It was really an unexpected surprise.

"So there are beets here? Silver Coin never bought them, but there are seeds here, so it is very likely that this is a specialty of the Light Alliance, and the Feilie Empire doesn't have them." Negris guessed.

Anthony, who had just finished searching the memories of those three humans, said: "This settlement is finished. There were more than four thousand people originally. Dozens ran away in the early stage. The rest had nowhere to go and started killing each other for food. Now there may only be fifteen hundred people left in the settlement. Hundreds of them were integrated by a swordsman called Flash Head, occupying most of the materials. The rest were driven out, eating whatever they could find."

When talking about "eating whatever they could find", Anthony had no expression on his face. This is relatively rare for a divine stick like him. Usually, his expression is either kind and friendly, or compassionate, or solemn and dignified. No expression means he is already angry.

Negris could only say: "Then you speed up and let Aogeli come down to help you."

Anthony shook his head: "No, the white dragon is too conspicuous. I'll do it myself."

After speaking, he and Shahe led the three zombies transformed from corpses and walked towards the settlement in front. Not long after walking, he saw Anthony beckoning to a pit on the side of the road, and several more zombie skeletons crawled up.

Just like this, Anthony and Shahe walked and summoned all the way, and soon pulled up an undead army.

Ang ignored them. Anyway, if they can't beat them, Anthony will shout for help. Now all his thoughts are on growing vegetables. An afternoon passed, and the originally barren land was once again covered with green beets.

Emma, who was placed on the airship, saw this scene and couldn't help but say happily: "They are indeed gods. Mom and Dad are saved."

Lizi was two years older and more sensible. She couldn't help but gently hug her sister. She knew this was impossible, but the people in front of her were gods. Maybe there would be a miracle?

Thinking of this, Lizi slipped off the airship, came to Negris's side, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Dragon God, can I be your believer?"

"Don't, don't, don't. I am the God of Knowledge, not the Dragon God. Don't get it wrong. Why do you want to be our believer? Because we saved you?" Negris asked with a smile.

Lizi hesitated for a moment and said weakly: "I want to ask you to save our parents."

"Oh? Then what can you exchange for it? Just by being our believer? This might not work. We have too many believers. If we save the parents of every believer, we can't save them all." Negris explained patiently.

In fact, essentially, Negris is also an old good dragon. When it met that team of Southern Hedgehog people at the Grain Assembly, because they were too honest, it was teased by them and wanted to walk back, almost dying on the road. Feeling guilty, it also taught the other party some basic Druid arts.

If it could help, Negris would be very happy to help, but Lizi's wish is the most unrealistic one.

Every believer has their own wishes, regrets in life, various unwillingness, reluctance, sadness, and resentment. In Ang's belief network, one can hear a lot of prayers every day. If every one is responded to, even if Ang is dismantled into 206 pieces, he would be too busy.

So a mature god needs to reasonably filter various information. Essentially, all gods are cold and ruthless, because those who are too enthusiastic will be eliminated, such as the God of Knowledge...

Not to mention that their parents are likely to be in bad luck. They saved them when they died nearby, but there were no corpses, and they didn't know how long they had been dead. How to save them?

However, it still comforted: "The Pope of Light has already gone to the settlement. If your parents are there, he will save them. If they are not there, maybe they left by airship."

Lizi returned to the airship in disappointment and relayed Negris's words. Emma pursed her little mouth and thought for a while, then said firmly: "Sister, let's find a way to learn martial arts and find Mom and Dad back ourselves."

"Okay." Lizi responded firmly.

In the evening, Anthony returned, leading an undead army with more than three thousand zombies and skeletons, and Shahe led hundreds of children following far behind.

"So many? Where did you find so many corpses?" Negris asked in confusion.

Anthony said lightly: "I killed all the adults in the settlement."

"Pfft—killed them all? Didn't you come to find manpower? Why kill them all?" Negris asked in confusion.

Anthony shook his head: "What I need is manpower, not livestock. There are no 'people' there anymore. I'm rushing to the next settlement. I heard from the captives that the Highland City in the north has the most food and the best order. I'll go there to see if there are any 'people' left."

After speaking, Anthony led the undead army into the night.

Shahe led the children behind, and only dared to come over after the undead army was gone. These children were all minors, divided into dozens of groups, with older ones leading younger ones, in an orderly manner.

Negris hurried over to help distribute food, start a fire to keep warm, and set up tents. After a busy time, Shahe came over and asked in shock: "Lord Negris, is Lord Anthony really the Pope?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Negris asked in confusion.

"But... but he rushed into the settlement wielding his scepter and smashed everyone to death. Are the Popes on your side all so powerful in martial arts?" Shahe asked in confusion.

Negris was stunned for a while and said hesitantly: "Although it is a bit outrageous, it is reasonable when put on him. It is indeed less laborious to smash people with a stick. Besides being the Pope of Light, he is also an Ancestral Black Knight. His martial arts can be ranked in the top ten in the pan-plane."

Black Knights are known for their martial arts. Why? Because Anthony's martial arts are too strong, and the undead form cannot exert all of it, so he painstakingly studied and reincarnated himself. Ranking in the top ten in the pan-plane is modest. If we only talk about martial arts, it is possible for him to be one of the best.

It's a pity that martial arts didn't have much room to play under the divine art of "Lord, save me".

Just as he said this, powerful fluctuations suddenly erupted from Ang's body, and at the same time, he lifted his feet and rushed in the direction Anthony left. While running, the divine light on his body kept flickering.

Negris immediately flapped its wings and followed, leaving behind a sentence: "Watch the camp, it must be that dead divine stick shouting for help again."