Chapter 323 Can you make hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?
The three guys didn't do anything else, they just squatted on the ground in a circle, watching the godhead slowly dissipate.
"Why is this happening? Can't an undefined godhead exist alone?" Negris asked curiously.
This godhead is planted in the ground, not ignited by the fire of faith. In other words, it has not been defined and is blank.
The power of belief in the Harvest Goddess comes from human beings' desire for a good harvest, the power of belief in the Immortal God comes from people's pursuit of eternal life, and the power of the gods of light comes from people's yearning for light.
This godhead has no source of faith. Is it because of this that it cannot be maintained?
"How do I know? I'm not a god. By the way, you seem to be a god, even though you only have one believer." Duroken said casually, making Nigris roll his eyes.
Scattered and scattered, after the godhead shrunk by half, one of the four auxiliary palaces in the distance, the last unlit Witch's Palace, suddenly lit up.
"Hey, the Palace of Rest has stopped? So that's it, I understand." Only then did Duroken notice the situation of the Palace of Rest, and said with sudden realization.
Nigris quickly asked: "What happened? Tell me quickly. Tell me quickly."
They are all curious to death. Locke's palace is activated inexplicably, Duroken's palace is activated inexplicably, and the current Witch's Palace is also activated inexplicably. There seems to be no connection between them.
Locke's Palace is due to the liquid of death's breath, but now the Witch's Palace is due to the energy dissipated by the godhead. Does it mean that corresponding energy needs to be injected to activate these palaces? What energy is needed for the main palace?
Duroken explained: "When I originally designed the Palace of Rest, I used the multi-dimensional stacking method to build it. Don't look at them on the same plane. In fact, each palace belongs to a separate
Dimensionally, only when the energy of the space remains balanced can the Palace of Rest operate normally."
After thinking about it, Du Luoken clapped his hands and said: "In order to prevent the loss of a certain kind of individual energy, such as Wang not being at home, causing imbalance, I designed several insurances. There are seventeen kinds of energy. As long as seven of them are balanced, everything will be fine."
There will be no problem. There are seventeen basic energies, and it is impossible to lose eleven of them at once."
"In addition, the exchange of matter in space must also abide by the principle of equivalent exchange. To take something out here, the same matter or energy must be put in."
When Duroken said this, Ange tilted his head, and Nigris also patted his akimbo muscles: "So that's it. No wonder Ange has to inject soul energy every time he transfers crops."
"Soul energy? Transfer crops?" Duroken asked in confusion.
Nigris explained, and Duroken frowned and said: "You mean the dimensional space positioning transfer bracelet? What is the ratio? It doesn't make sense. It may be a problem of dimensional balance. Under normal circumstances, it cannot be used to transfer matter like this.
With more energy replenishment, so much soul energy can be transferred to dozens of kilograms of crops? You are really rich, wouldn’t you use a world transfer station?”
Of course it will. Nowadays, large quantities of crops on the farm are moved, even through the world transfer station, and fertilizers are moved in.
"You mean, when things are put in and out through the bracelet, the ratio should be similar to that of the world transfer station? We spent money in vain before?" Negris asked heartbrokenly.
Duroken nodded, and then ignored the little fat dragon squatting on the ground and drawing circles, and continued: "I have set up so many insurances, why does the Palace of Rest still stop spinning? And why does it just stop spinning and not
What about collapse?”
After thinking for a while, Duroken figured it out and said: "The king left, and the Locke Witch also left, and then there was a break in the cemetery. It lost most of its mass in an instant, so it stopped. But why?
Is it stalling, not collapsing? If everything is missing to such an extent, the multi-dimensional overlap will definitely collapse. Did you do anything at that time?"
Du Luoken was puzzled. For example, a bridge originally required seven piers to maintain. Now seventeen piers have been built. He thought it was foolproof. Who knew that more than eleven piers collapsed in one go, but the bridge still remained intact.
, it’s just that the entrance and exit are closed.
Rather than why eleven bridges collapsed in a row, Duroken was more curious about how the bridge with less than seven piers remaining did not collapse.
"You ask me? What can I do if I am sealed in a book?" Nigris said.
Duroken looked at Ange again, and Ange tilted his head: "Grow vegetables."
"Oh, by the way, you used to be a vegetable gardening skeleton. I almost forgot. Maybe you slept for too long and your memory is not very good." Duroken scratched his head and said sadly: "That's not right, you are a skeleton.
How many vegetables can a skeleton grow? It’s impossible to grow them for a thousand years. The vegetables are not easy to preserve and will have rotted long ago.”
Having said this, Duroken noticed the strange expression on Negris's face, and then looked at Ange: "Have you really been growing vegetables for a thousand years?"
Ange nodded.
Duroken gasped: "Good guy, is the skeleton so stupid...dedicated? Where are those dishes?"
After learning that Ange stored the grown things in the cellar, Duroken stood up and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
After turning around for more than a dozen times, he said quietly: "Now there is only one reasonable explanation. The farm boundary is an incremental part of the balance point of the entire Palace of Rest. It grows as you keep planting things.
The material was stored in the cellar outside the barrier, and over the course of a thousand years, the incremental portion just maintained the stability of the space."
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Luoken himself started to go crazy: "Zhaobada, it can't be such a coincidence, right? Just because you keep planting things, you can maintain the balance of such a large resting palace? Just such a shortcoming
Ding Dian?”
There was no way to verify it anyway, so while chattering, everyone arrived at the Witch's Palace.
"The witch is still as simple as ever." Duroken sighed.
Nigris did not speak. Most of its memories about the witch were lost. It could no longer remember what kind of person the other party was. At the same time, it also raised a question: why did the immortal king erase its memories?
It's really too shabby. As far as the eye can see, the Witch's Palace is empty. There isn't even a table. There is at least one table in the brass book tower...
Two banshees floated to the center of the palace and started singing softly.
The sound instantly became extremely ethereal. The interior of this palace should have some kind of wave field design. Not only did the sound become more ethereal, but the soul energy carried by the sound also had to be extremely solid.
That is to say, the power of visualization is greatly increased. Even though everyone is standing in different positions, everyone can feel it, as if the banshee is right in front of you.
After the banshee finished singing a song about the dead, she suddenly changed her tune: Immortal spirit and immortal soul, crossing the river of the past life...
Nigris was surprised: "Hey, the Immortal Movement? Can they sing the Immortal Movement?"
The Wailing Banshees couldn't sing the Immortal Movement, because it was a song sung with their souls. However, with the blessing of space, they could barely sing it, and it also triggered a weak soul resonance. This is why the Immortal Movement can enhance the soul.
The key is, if it can't arouse soul resonance and just treat it as a poem, then anyone can hum a few lines.
There was a humming sound coming from the side. When I turned around, I saw that Duroken had conjured a recliner out of nowhere and was lying on it, shaking his head and humming.
At this moment, Ange suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something.
Nigris has become accustomed to it. When Ange makes this move, there are usually believers calling him. There are only a few people who can call him directly, such as Lisa, Yin Coin, Zi Gu, Oak, Anthony, etc.
You can count them on one hand.
Ork usually just reports and doesn't bother Ange very much. Ziku usually doesn't need to go to Ange for anything. She and her tribe are sending money... The Goddess of Redemption has dug up a bunch of thunder javelins, and generally few enemies can carry them.
Hold their grip.
No need to ask, when Ange turned around, Nigris asked angrily: "Is it Anthony again, calling you for help?"
During this period, Anthony was the one who called Ange most frequently, always saying, "Sir, help me." That is to say, Ange was so easy to talk to. If it were any other god, he would have been punished twice by God.
Ange nodded: "He said, if you have faith, let me cut it."
"Didn't he call for help? He asked you to harvest faith? Is he so kind?"
When Ange arrived outside the city of the Principality of Montenegro in the main plane, he only saw the dark refugee camp extending to the end of the horizon, and the excited crowd shouting for the blessing of light.
Anthony came up quietly and said anxiously: "My lord, there are people in the crowd who are inciting troubles. There are too many people. I can't clean them all in a moment. Many people have been incited. I want you to come all the way from the air."
Walk over and drop food along the way to calm everyone's mood. If you find someone who is instigating, you will convict him on the spot."
Negris, who was projected onto Ange, couldn't help but scolded: "Zobada, I knew you weren't so kind, so you still called Ange for help."
Anthony said awkwardly: "By the way, I also harvested a wave of faith. There are now more than 400,000 people gathered here, and some people have been quietly inciting me. I have made a lot of preparations, but they still caught the loophole. Now I only have
Your Excellency can appease them, but it is no longer useful to just distribute food. You must convict the instigators on the spot and frighten others into staying. Only the shackles of your original sin can do that."
Anthony would also be yoke of original sin, but he had to rest for a while. There were too many instigators in the crowd, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cope with it.
Moreover, as the name of "Ascetic Ann" spread among believers, it has now become more useful than him as archbishop and pope.
Even though the archbishop acting as pope seems to be very majestic, when public sentiment is raging, everyone is more willing to trust the kind old priest in the nearby neighborhood, and the identity of the ascetic monk happens to be not so high-ranking.
"Get out of the way, let me take a look." A voice sounded from Ange that was unfamiliar but somewhat familiar to Anthony.
Duroken is projected onto Ange. Don't think that only Negris can project it. Everyone is in the Palace of Rest. Everyone has a soul-level connection with Ange. As long as Ange agrees, Duroken can also be projected.
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"Hiss—what's going on? Such strong divine power of light. These people are believers of light? Do you want to harvest the faith of believers of light? Did I hear you correctly?"
Anthony thought of something and asked in disbelief: "Lord Duroken?"
"Do you know me?" Duroken asked in surprise, and his thoughts swept over Anthony: "Hey, such a strong holy power of light? This is not at least an archbishop? What's going on? Did you betray the light, or did you
Surrendered to the light?"
"Hey, Lord Durocan, I am Piero." Anthony chuckled.
"Uh, are you Piero? The undead Piero who built the Reincarnation Altar? Have you become a lackey of the light?" Durokan asked.
If Anthony was only acquainted with Negris, he was very familiar with Duroken. The basic construction of the Reincarnation Altar was taught to him by Duroken.
"No, no, no, I sincerely want to die. I am Lord Ange's person in life, and I am Lord Ange's soul in death. Lord Duroken, when did you wake up? I will talk to you later. Sir, help me sort this out first.
"Comfort yourself." Anthony said urgently.
Ange is of course very happy to have the power of faith to harvest. He is very short of soul flames now. If there is unlimited soul flames, he can suppress the famine in the main plane with his backhand. He spent 100,000 tons of seaweed rice back then.
It took two or three days to get out.
After adjusting the appearance of the scarecrow's hat, Ange became the ascetic monk Ange from last time. Step by step, Ange volleyed above the crowd.
"Ascetic An, it's Master An, it's Master An!" Some people who had seen Ange or heard the name "Ascetic An" shouted excitedly.
Ange threw a bag of rice down.
The people around him instantly went crazy. Some shouted Ange's name excitedly, and some frantically jumped on the grain bags and started fighting over them.
The scene immediately became chaotic. Everyone was pushing and jostling, and some of the weak and hungry ones were immediately trampled under their feet.
Anthony, who saw this scene from a distance, felt nervous. He had made a mistake. If there was a stampede due to food and people died, not only would the faith not be harvested, but the prestige of the Lord would also be damaged.
There were too many people and it was too chaotic. Anthony couldn't think of any good solution for a while. At this moment, all the people who were pushing, fighting, and falling felt like they were being blown by a gust of wind, and they were forcibly blown away.
Pulled up.
With the pollination technique, Ange regarded the pushing people as flowers. He used the second-level pollination technique to roll up everyone. What does it mean? Everyone was lifted up high with their armpits crossed, and they were all gone in an instant.
The ground is gone.
Those who fell were pulled up, and those who were bent were straightened. In an instant, the chaotic pile looked like a cultivated crop field, with every root straight.
The people who had been pulled out were all confused. What happened?
Some people even wanted to bend down to get the grain bag, but were pulled out again. Now everyone understood that they were not allowed to grab it.
No one dared to grab it anymore. Everyone knelt down and worshiped devoutly: "Long live Master An! Master An, give me food!"
"Long live Master An! Master An, give me food!"
Endless soul flames rushed over and poured into Ange's body.
Ange took out another bag of grain, but instead of throwing it away, he held it in his hand and tilted his head to think.
At this moment, an excited voice rang out: "Mr. An, why are you pretending? What can you do with two bags of grain? There are hundreds of thousands of us, and one bag cannot save everyone. Can you change
Will you provide hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"
A cold light flashed in Anthony's eyes, and he murmured: "He is the one, he is the instigator. Immediately, some people agreed with him, and then started agitating together. Sir, convict him and judge him."
As soon as Anthony finished speaking, several voices echoed: "Yes, Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!"
"Master An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"
"Master An, change, change!"
Under the instigation of these people, everyone's mood began to change. Yes, no matter how powerful Mr. An is, can he conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of food out of thin air?