The vegetative state sprouts, wilts, and then dies. Ange cannot save it with insect ash liquid and essence insect ash liquid.
"What's the situation? If it doesn't germinate, forget about it. If it germinates, it will die. Ask Anthony." Nigris said.
Of the two vegetative seeds, one was planted on the sacred soil of the Palace of Rest, and the other was planted here. The one in the Palace of Rest did not sprout, and there was no movement at all.
It's okay if the sprout in front of me doesn't sprout, but it will die as soon as it sprouts, which is faster than a heart attack. Ange was notified and rushed out of the temple, but within a few minutes, the sprout died completely, which is very unreasonable.
This thing is from the Church of Light, so just ask Anthony.
In the space of consciousness, Ange called Anthony and dragged his consciousness in.
"Vegetative? Are you talking about the plan to grow a god?" Anthony asked uncertainly after listening to Negris's description.
Nigris gasped: "God-seeking plan? Such a domineering name? What's going on?"
"You've asked the right person. Probably no one in the whole church knows the specific situation, including the Pope, because I burned those records." Anthony said proudly.
"In an era when gods and kings had not disappeared, a pope in the church had a sudden idea, could he plant a god like the tree of life?" Anthony said.
This sudden pope not only thought this way, but also did it. He secretly summoned a group of capable men, tried every means to obtain the fruit of the Tree of Life, and then hired a large number of druids.
A batch of seeds were cultivated through various secret methods.
"The whole process was very complicated and cumbersome. In the end, some results were achieved, but immediately he was killed by the gods, and even his name was erased."
Nigris wanted to vomit blood: "Killed him? Did the gods kill him?"
I originally expected to hear a magnificent epic legend with twists and turns, bizarre and passionate stories, but as soon as the words changed, I heard that I was being killed.
"Yes, he wants to cultivate a god. What can he do if he doesn't die? When he has this idea, he is already dead in the eyes of the gods." Anthony said matter-of-factly.
"Then what?" asked Nigris.
"Then the records were burned by me, and the entire church library and scripture room were burned by me. I just flipped through it here. The name "God Planting Project" was a bit deceiving, so I flipped through it." Anthony
Speaking of.
"..." Nigris was speechless for a long time: "Although your purpose is to protect the Abyss of Rest, I still want to give you a good beating. You have wasted everything and destroyed so much history and knowledge."
Anthony glanced at it sideways: "Lord God of Knowledge, I advise you to give up this idea. You can't defeat me."
"Why are you talking like lightning?" Nigris was so angry that he wanted to jump up and hit him on the head.
Anthony quickly said: "The history recorded by the Church of Light has been distorted. It would be no shame to burn it. However, the druids, several of whom are elves, live longer. When I burned the records, they were all still alive.
, because there were no records, gradually no one knew what they had committed, and later they were all released and put under house arrest. I was like saving them."
"Still alive? What now? Still alive?" Nigris became energetic.
"Of course it's impossible. The longest lifespan of an elf is 1,300 years old. When he was captured, he was already 400 or 500 years old. Now more than a thousand years have passed and he is already dead. I was reincarnating at that time.
How to pay attention to them? I probably heard that they are growing some kind of vegetative state in a certain restricted area, so as soon as you mentioned vegetative state, I remembered this."
Speaking of this, Anthony couldn't help but ask: "How do you know these things? Even in the church now, no one probably remembers these things. I burned them very cleanly."
Nigris bought two seeds for ten silver coins and ten gold coins. He and his party heard about the divine soil and ran up to plant it, but one of them died.
Anthony became angry when he heard this: "What!? You went to play in the Holy Heaven and didn't tell me? Do you have any conscience? I wanted to fly up but couldn't. Now you can fly up but didn't tell me? You give me
I am waiting!"
Anthony angrily broke off the soul connection. Not long after, Ange suddenly changed his expression and said: "Anthony is here, let us pick him up."
"How are we going to pick him up? There is no wind of rest now, and if there is wind, it may not break the barrier. Do we want you to go down to pick him up first, and then come down when the wind of rest comes? Does he have the nerve?" Negris cursed.
Ange tilted his head, as if listening to something, and then said: "He said that Stairway to Heaven can pick him up."
"Picking people up? Does the Stairway to Heaven still have such a function? I thought it was the Holy Spirit flying down the stairway on its own." Nigris was stunned.
After opening the Stairway to Heaven, playing with it and escaping for a while, a figure appeared at the end of the stairway. He stepped out of the light beam step by step, trembling all over, looking into the distance, with a shocked expression on his face.
"Alas..." Negris sighed leisurely: "He has been pretending for too long and has been subtle for a long time. I guess he has already become a believer in his heart. It is normal for him to lose his temper when he comes to the legendary kingdom of heaven."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Anthony scolding: "Zobada, why is this place so ugly? Is it really a holy heaven?"
Nigris almost bit his tongue, he was so shocked by this.
"I thought it would be grand and spectacular, but it looks like this. It's all a large number of geometric shapes and sculptures made of stones. The colors are monotonous, the arrangement is random, and there is no sense of hierarchy. Among the gods of light, there is a lack of a god of construction or a god of beauty.
"
Anthony complained with a shocked look on his face: "The most beautiful thing is this square. The crops planted are layered and arranged neatly, but they are not in harmony with the whole and they are arranged randomly."
Negris whispered: "Ange dug the square."
Anthony said with a serious face: "No wonder it is full of beauty. Other buildings affect the beauty of the square too much."
"...Now I know why you can easily climb to the position of bishop every time." Nigris said in shock.
Anthony also wanted to visit the Kingdom of Heaven, but Nigris stopped him: "You're here, let's first study why the sprouts died?"
"Does this need research? Who killed the pope who was planning to plant gods? Gods, the soil here carries the will of the gods. Of course, the seeds of this heresy will be purified." Anthony said.
Ange immediately reached into the Palace of Rest and dug up another seed. The seed in the Palace of Rest was also planted in the divine soil. Wouldn't it also be purified?
But when I dug it out, I found that there was nothing wrong with the seeds. They were fresh and fresh, and the skin was cracked. They were probably about to germinate.
"It's not like that. There is no sign of being purified at all. The soil in the Palace of Rest is also this kind of soil. We call it God's soil." Negris said.
I dug out the withered bud and saw that even the skin had traces of Holy Light burning. Obviously, the content of Holy Power in the soil was too little, allowing the seed to persist until it sprouted. However, the bud was too fragile and was not as good as
The seeds are much more fragile and burn to death as soon as they are released.
Anthony compared it, then grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and smelled it, and said: "If they are all the same soil, it is impossible that there are no traces of burning. Sir, did you do anything with the soil when you moved it in?"
?”
Ange tilted his head: "I'm afraid of fungi and bugs, so I've been purified." As he spoke, he spread his hands and offered the Holy Light.
Nigris and Anthony looked at each other, and their eyes lit up at the same time. Anthony said: "This must be the reason. Your holy light purifies the will of the gods in the soil, so it will not burn such heretical seeds.
"
Negris added: "At the same time, it also purified some other things in the soil, causing the seed to be planted 'first', but it has not germinated yet."
So, after finding the reason, Ange planted the seeds back into the divine soil of the Palace of Rest.
"Okay, I'm going to visit the Holy Kingdom. Look at the layout here. Where do the gods and people of the kingdom of heaven live? Do they live on the other side? Have you seen the gods and people?" Anthony keenly discovered the same thing as Xhamala.
The problem.
Nigris didn't know what to say, so he rubbed his nose and said coyly: "You'd better go and see it yourself."
Negris's words made Anthony sigh: "Well, you have said this, what else can you see? Since records began, how many people of the gods have been led to the kingdom of heaven, but none of them have ever returned. They probably all died.
Let’s serve as nourishment for the kingdom of heaven.”
Nigris flew over and patted him on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.
Anthony sighed again, suddenly his expression changed, and he took out a magic crystal tablet from his arms, with a symbol flashing on it.
He quickly pressed the symbol and listened.
There is no sound. This is communication at the soul level. This action of listening carefully is done for Ange and Negris to prevent them from thinking that they are distracted.
Not long after, Anthony raised his head: "Polk found the valley where the Druid who once banned the Seed God Plan was found."
"Really!? So fast?" Nigris was overjoyed and asked anxiously: "Where?"
Ange also cast a curious look. He likes the Druid who cultivates gods. God cultivation is also a kind of planting.
"In the North Wind Mountains." Anthony said: "I asked him to rush there through the teleportation array. There happened to be a teleportation array there, so it was very fast."
Negris suddenly frowned: "Why are they imprisoned there? It's so cold that no grass can grow. Druids are most afraid of this kind of environment. The seeds can freeze to death."
Anthony smiled bitterly: "Isn't this a basic operation? The water mage is locked in the desert, the earth mage is locked in a water prison, and the wind mage is buried in the earth. They just don't let you come into contact with the familiar environment. If you lock the druid in the woods,
Can we still lock them up?"
"Well, that's right, just like a male dragon cannot be locked up where a female is." Negris remembered a proverb from the dragon clan.
Anthony glanced sideways at it and quickly took two steps away.
Only then did Nigris suddenly remember that he was also a male dragon...
Nigris defended somewhat feebly: "I am an exception...it's all about the same thing. Polk has found a place, what is there?"
"We are walking in. The valley is full of ice and snow. Fortunately, he is relatively light, otherwise he would have fallen into the snow."
"There are many traces of houses on both sides of the valley, but they are all buried in the snow. It doesn't look like anyone lives here."
"Polk felt something under the snow, a strong energy reaction."
"Polk...is dead." Anthony raised his head in shock and said in shock.
"Dead?!" Nigris was also startled and asked quickly: "What happened?"
Anthony swallowed hard and used his soul to send an image to Ange and Negris.
In a snow-white valley, a black knight riding a horse galloped on the snow. The horse's hooves fell heavily, but only left a shallow footprint on the snow.
Along the way, everything was completely white. Except for some buildings buried in the snow at the entrance of the valley, there were no traces of biological activity. The valley was vast and completely silent.
In this dead silence, Polk suddenly felt some fluctuations, like the regular and powerful fluctuations of his heart.
The fluctuations came from the snow. Deep in the valley buried in snow, Polk immediately dug through the snow and soon discovered a flower bud, a huge flower bud, white and crystal clear, flowing with holy light.
Polk reached out and touched the bud, and it burned into white smoke. This was the real holy light.
Almost at the same time, a thought focused on Polk, the flower buds bloomed, and a strong man slowly stood up from the stamens, with fluorescent light flowing all over his body, looking at Polk expressionlessly.
The next moment, the man jumped out and punched Polk in the body.
The soul image stops abruptly here.
Nigris was stunned: "Is that the body of a god?"
The fluorescence flowing around the man's body was clearly divine light.
Anthony was sad and bitter, and nodded with difficulty. Polk was dead. He couldn't even save him, and a god's body suddenly appeared. This was a huge trouble.
There is no god in the Church of Light now, and Anthony probably doesn't know that the last remaining one, Libra, was killed by Ange not long ago.
But no matter what, now is the window period for the gods of the Church of Light. Anthony can boldly and recklessly split the church and quietly do some blasphemous acts. But now a god's body suddenly bursts out. If it inherits the godhead of the gods of light,
, what should we do?
This is no joke, even Ange can inherit the immortal godhead...
"No, we can't let him live. I'm going back first." Anthony turned to Nigris and said.
Antony used the Stairway to Heaven to escape. Nigris hesitated for a moment, turned to Ange and said:
"How about we follow him? This god's body seems to be a newborn. He is the only one. It's best to kill him as soon as possible. If he inherits the godhead of the gods of light, it will be in trouble. The Church of Light will probably be separated from Anthony.
If they take control and specifically oppose us, they will definitely take back this place."
Ange suddenly raised his head, pointed at the Square of the Gods, and asked: "Take it back here?"
"Well, although the Holy Kingdom is much more valuable than your poor land, yes, here, the land you grow things on will be taken back." Nigris said 'viciously'.
Ange turned around, arched his body, and let out a long cry with his soul.
With a rumble, the little angels, little zombies, purple skeletons, titans, lightning horses, etc. scattered around and ran back with a huff, and were stuffed into the Palace of Rest by Ange in one breath.
"Call Anthony first and ask him to wait." Nigris said quickly.