"Yes, yes, it's yours, why are you just like a little angel? Although it's yours, they don't know who you are, so they gave it wrong, and these powers slipped away through the faith power network of the gods of light.
If you intercept it now, you are essentially robbing the gods of light of their faith, understand?" Negris said helplessly.
This is a very serious matter. The foundation of gods is the power of faith. Stealing the power of faith from other gods is tantamount to poaching others, which will lead to an endless war between gods.
Ange tilted his head and suddenly let out an "ouch" in the distance. After a while, the little angel raised his hands flat and spread his big wings, and ran over.
Angel, are you saying he is not an apostle of light? The believers around him were having more fun, and a steady stream of faith energy was gathering together. This made Ange very busy, grabbing here and there, not even a drop could be missed.
When the little angel ran up to him, Ange stuffed a large ball of faith energy into its hand.
The little angel blinked, grabbed the power of faith in his hand, and looked at Ange in confusion.
"Ouch!" Ange made a biting gesture.
The little angel suddenly understood and bit into the power of faith.
In the past, the little angel was just a skeleton covered in skin and flesh, but that night, after it received a flash of holy light from the enemy Holy Spirit Angel, the power of the holy light acted on the holy skeleton, evaporating its skin and flesh.
, reshaped and restored into a true angel of the Holy Spirit.
Recently, the little zombies don't like to play with it anymore. Whenever they touch it, their skin and flesh will sizzle.
The real Holy Spirit will naturally not be harmed by the power of faith in the light. The little angel bit down on it, sucked it in, smacked his lips, and then rushed forward to grab the power of faith.
A holy angel jumped in front of everyone. Isn't this more intuitive and vivid than those ethereal gods of light? For a moment, the object of everyone's prayers was immediately changed to the little angel. This time, there is no need to catch it. Faith in Yuanli
Float directly in front of the little angel, and you can grab it with just a touch of your hand.
Nigris sighed and felt a deep sense of powerlessness: "Thanks to the disappearance of the gods of light, otherwise we would have to face a battle between gods now. Dare to steal their faith power? But to be honest, what do you do?
It’s here? Can you cut it off if you want?”
It is not an easy task to plunder the faith power of other gods. Even if the Master of Truth comes, it will not be possible. Magic and divine magic are not the same system.
Ange tilted his head, not knowing how to answer, and he didn't know how he did it. He just thought it was okay, and then he went to catch it, and he caught it.
Seeing him like this, Nigris knew that there was nothing he could ask and flew away.
Ange continued to treat. He was here to treat, and the little angel was busy grabbing faith on the other side. As long as the power of faith did not float away, Ange didn't care if the little angel got it. Anyway, if the little angel took it, it would be fine.
It's like he took it.
Healing is a kind of miracle, and "non-stop healing" is also a kind of miracle. Even in the allusions of the church, there are few beings who can heal thousands of people all the time. Only a certain saint can heal thousands of people without stopping.
He vomited blood with all his strength and performed miracles before his death.
As more and more people are treated, the beliefs of those waiting in line become stronger and stronger.
There was a man in the team who was thin, with fine features, and was wearing a coat on a hot day. He looked at Ange from a distance, his expression hesitant and changing, as if he was making some difficult decision in his heart.
As the flow of people continued, it soon became this thin man's turn. Ange was distracted and hit him with a facial cleansing spell.
Feeling the comfort spreading throughout his body, the thin man gritted his teeth, showed an expression of despair, closed his eyes suddenly, and opened his coat.
There was nothing inside the coat, and some old wounds were exposed, mostly marks of whipping. There was also a missing piece of something that a man should have.
"The eunuch?! It's the eunuch. So this is what the eunuch looks like?"
There were whispers all around, which made the castrato feel ashamed and angry, but for the glimmer of hope, he risked his life.
Ange didn't feel anything at all. He cast a Cleansing Technique on the opponent, and the old wounds healed quickly. The knots fell off, revealing fresh and tender skin, but the missing thing never grew back.
.
This was not a problem for Ange. He flipped his palm and took out a bottle of sacred essence. He took out a few drops and flicked them on it. Then he threw down three or four facial cleansing techniques in one breath...
After repeating it several times, the missing things grew back. Ange moved his eyes to the next person, leaving the castrato standing there with his eyes closed, posing.
"Let's go, let's go, things are growing, so hurry up and don't block the way." Until the person behind him impatiently pushed him.
Has it grown? The former castrate suddenly opened his eyes and looked down. The thing that had haunted him in his dreams was hanging and dangling at the moment.
Strong emotions rushed straight into his brain, leaving him blank. He had been castrated when he was very young and had never seen his own things. He had imagined it thousands of times in his dreams, but it was far less than what was within reach at this moment.
reality.
He knew he should smile, but as soon as he grinned, tears silently poured out of his eyes.
The person pushing him behind him glanced at him and said jealously: "I'm not young yet. If I had known, I would have cut it and asked the adults to help me grow bigger." After saying that, he squeezed hard and pushed the man who was crying silently out of the road.
beside.
The man didn't care either. He knelt down as he passed by. His face was crying, smiling, and hehehe. He finally calmed down. He kowtowed to Ange slowly and spoke word by word.
To: "The castrato, Sanlid, thanks my Lord for your rebirth."
Ange raised his head as if he sensed something, only to see a thick soul flame coming towards him from Sanlid's body, forming a symbol in his soul.
This soul flame did not float towards the little angel like others, but directly towards Ange. Obviously, Sanlid believed not in the light, but in the Ange in front of him.
Another symbol believer? It’s been a long time since there was a symbol believer. Ange even forgot how many symbol believers he had. Was it five or six?
But the knot symbol is not special, what is special is...
Ange held up a holy light in his hand. Compared with the light of the Cleansing Technique, this holy light had some different changes. Like Lisa, this holy light defined the holy light by himself.
It's called - rebirth.
Ange tilted his head, turned his head and shouted in the distance: "Ouch!"
No one came for a long time.
Only then did Ange react and shouted again: "Lightning!"
Lightning ran out with his hair disheveled, and couldn't wait to say: "Here, here, what do you want me to do?!" He looked like he was escaping from the clutches of the devil.
Ange applied his newly acquired ‘light’ to the broken corner of the lightning.
The broken horn of lightning has grown more than half, leaving only a small sharp section at the top. This small section is the most difficult. Neither the sacred essence nor the facial cleansing technique has any effect. The world tree's
I also ate a lot of young shoots, but they still couldn't grow.
Lightning almost wants to give up. Anyway, the half-cut horn will not affect its ability to display the power of thunder. It can even learn to walk in the air. If it is less, just lose one.
However, at this moment, under the illumination of the light, the sharp corner that was missing a small part slowly grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Wow! Sir, has your facial cleansing technique advanced again?" Lightning thought this was Ange's facial cleansing technique.
Tens of seconds later, the broken horn of the lightning suddenly grew back in the light.
"Hahaha, I, the Son of Thunder, Lord Lightning is back!" Lightning raised his sharp horns, raised his front hooves, stood upright, and laughed wildly.
The sound spread far away, and Zigui's voice immediately sounded in the distance: "Lightning, come back!"
"Oh." Lightning trotted away obediently and went back. No matter if he grew all his horns, the Son of Thunder still couldn't compete with the Lord of Thunder.
With Sunlid's lesson learned, the group of male and female castratos who stood in the middle followed suit and opened their coats or took off their clothes in advance because they were prepared. This kind of miracle that happened out of nowhere attracted a lot of attention.
Bobo watched.
Amid bursts of uproar, large waves of faith energy surged towards the little angel. For most people, this kind of miracle definitely shocked everyone's hearts more than ordinary miracles.
Nigris, who was startled by the movement here, flew over to take a look, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't this method too efficient? Next time there is a lack of soul flame, I will gather everyone, grab one, cut it off and then
If it is long, cut it off and make it longer, you will definitely be able to capture a large amount of soul flames."
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"Come on, come on, let me teach you how to dig shacks." Orem, who had applied for the land certificate for Ange, held up a leather trumpet and said loudly: "First tie these reeds into bundles and spread them flat on the ground.
, press the edges with sand, see? Compact.”
"Very good, now we dig from the direction of the lake to the opposite side, and dig a hole through it. The direction must be facing the lake. Do you know why? The wind blows like this. After you dig along with the wind, the wind will
You can pass through the tunnel and take away the heat, otherwise the heat in the shack will kill you, understand?" Orem shouted until his mouth went dry.
To resettle more than 15,000 people, it would definitely not be enough to rely solely on Ange and his party and the 300 to 500 people from nearby villages, so Lisa immediately mobilized manpower and transferred a group of people with administrative experience from the oasis.
People came over to help.
The resettlement work is complicated. Just for digging a shack, you need to be taught step by step and quickly. Otherwise, these people will not be able to carry it for a few days and they will die in the desert.
As for building houses, hehe, unless there are dozens of magicians like Ange, it will be too difficult to build houses enough for ten thousand people in the desert.
Not only the house, but also the food is a big trouble.
"Mirror, mirror, whoever has a mirror, please hand it over." Dragon Whisperer Shafia held up a big trumpet in her left hand and a big brick in her right hand, shouting loudly.
She had a tender face and was afraid that she would not be able to shock others, so she deliberately pulled Nai Ali on her. But the problem was that Nai Ali was only half a meter long with her head and tail removed. What kind of deterrent could she have? Her deliberately serious face only looked cute.
When some little kids saw it, they screamed and rushed forward to ride the dragon, which made Nellie want to breathe fire.
A group of women inadvertently pressed the hems of their clothes and asked nonchalantly: "What do you need a mirror for? Mirrors are so expensive, where can we have them?"
Shafia is not stupid, how could she be deceived by such nonsense: "To cook rice, you need a mirror to cook. This is a desert and there is nothing to cook with. If you don't want to eat the rice raw, hand over the mirror and tell you,
There will be ghosts patrolling every night. Now hand over the mirror and everyone will have food to eat. If you hide the mirror secretly, if you are caught by the ghost, you and your family will be driven away and sunbathed to death in the desert."
Everyone was frightened and reluctantly handed over the mirrors, but even so, not many were collected, which was far from enough to solve the problem of cooking for more than 10,000 people.
There is a lack of fuel such as trees in the desert, so cooking is a big problem, but the sun is abundant and strong. As long as there are enough mirrors, and a semicircle is posted facing the sun, and the sun is concentrated, water can be boiled and cooked.
The staple food of Hope Oasis is green dates, so the demand for mirrors is not high. Now that the staple food of Dragon Lake is rice, mirrors have become a necessity.
"What should I do if there is no mirror?" Lisa found Ange and Negris distressed and said with a sad face: "Let's just let everyone eat raw rice."
Nigris was a little disapproving: "No mirror? Just burn a little. I remember that there is a quartz mine in the Dark Side City, and there is also associated quartz in the magic crystal mine in the oasis. Bring some."
"Ah? Burning?"
A batch of quartz was transmitted through the teleportation array, and a sandstone cellar was 'grown' by Anger under the guidance of Negris.
Throw in the quartz, ignite the fire, and then infuse the fire element with all your strength.
"Your magic level is too low. If you were a great magician, you could melt glass with your bare hands. Now you can only use the cellar to help. If you can't make a mirror and there is no reflective layer of material, you can just make a convex lens, which can still focus the light.
"Nigris rambled on, causing Ange to spin around.
"Put the fine sand on top, then turn it and grind it coarsely, then use moose skin, powder paste, and grind it finely. Hey, Ange, it's such a waste of your control to do this."
Not long after, dozens of lenses as big as washbasins were ground out, set up one by one, adjusted in position, and focused on sunlight. After a while, the pot at the focus was boiling.
Lisa and others were stunned by the series of tricks. It was not until the lens was formed that Lisa said in shock: "I finally know why you are called the God of Common Sense, sir."
Nigris dropped to the ground and roared: "What god of common sense, knowledge, knowledge, god of knowledge!!!"
Just when everyone was noisy, Anthony's anxious voice suddenly reached Ange's soul:
"Sir, may I ask, do you have any food? Can you sell me some? An insect plague broke out in the Principality of Montenegro, and the refugees have no food and clothing. It is too late for me to transport food there. Sir, please sell me a batch of food and send it to me.
Is it okay to go to the Principality of Montenegro? I am willing to give you the Sacred Hammer of the Earth as a reward."