Ange happily collected all the crops. This was his first large-scale harvest after leaving the Palace of Rest.
While collecting and summarizing, Ange discovered several problems. The first was that the soil was extremely hardened and seemed to have lost a lot of fertility.
Second, save water. During these three hours, he was actually watering non-stop, but compared with the entire planting season, the water he poured was probably only one-fiftieth of what he used to do.
It is estimated that the growth time is accelerated, the water is fully utilized, and the natural evaporation is small.
Third, the pollination is not done well. The growth period lasts only three hours, and the flowering period may be less than ten minutes. If pollination is used during the flowering period of less than ten minutes, the success rate is frighteningly low, at least 100%.
Twenty is not pollinated properly.
Fourth, the grains grown have grown a lot. In the past, a grain of grain might have been only five or six millimeters, but now it is about twenty millimeters, four times longer, like small sticks.
This also resulted in the fact that even though 20% of the crops were not properly pollinated, the yield per mu tripled compared to before.
All in all, the effect of the quick-death halo is super good. The problem of soil compaction and loss of fertility can be solved by rotational cultivation. There are 3,000 acres of farmland on the farm. If you plant 300 acres at a time, you can cultivate it nine times.
If that doesn't work, you can also plant other crops in rotation, or apply fertilizer. If that doesn't work, there's still...
After quickly planting the three thousand acres of farmland in the Palace of Rest, Ange lifted all the seeds and buckets outside.
Outside the sinkhole, there was an endless wasteland. As soon as the Sabbath wind blew, Ange couldn't wait to run out. The grain seeds in the bag scattered evenly under the disturbance of the wind tornado.
In the case of intensive farming, Ange will dig ditches and ridges, bury bone meal and plant ash, sow seeds and cover them with soil. For some crops with long growth cycles, he will also raise seedlings in advance or cover them with straw to keep warm.
But now, in front of us is an endless flat wasteland. No one has cultivated it for more than a thousand years, and it is very fertile.
The accelerated growth time is short, there is no need to cover with soil, the roots can penetrate deeply, and the poles can stand firmly. There is no wind during the day, and the crops will not fall.
In the air as high as a person, Nigris flew forward, holding a bag with his hind legs. The bag had several small holes. As it flew, seeds continued to leak out of the bag, spreading out seed paths.
"Why should I sow seeds for you? Can you respect me a little? I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Planting." Nigris complained as he flew.
On the other side, the angel skeleton was flying around quietly carrying a bag without a word of complaint. Occasionally Ange would look over and pat the bag to show that he was working hard.
But the little corpse was digging a hole, a huge hole. He took off the handle of the hoe and put the rest on his hand. He dug quickly on the ground with his hands, and a huge amount of soil was dug out from between his legs.
After sowing the seeds, Ange began to water the water. Since his purification spell was upgraded, other types of magic have also been improved.
Now he is using level one magic power to cast purification, cleansing, and rain spells to achieve level three effects. Burning wasteland, pollinating and loosening the soil can also achieve level two effects, but the magic power used is still level one.
Regarding this question, Negris answered this: "What's so strange? It's just an improvement in proficiency. When casting a spell, the magic power is optimally combined to achieve the greatest effect. All genius magicians can do this."
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After saying that, it muttered bitterly: "You just relied on numbers to make it, bah."
The skilled version of the rain spell allowed Ange's shower head to evolve into a water gun, drenching the ground with a splash.
On the thoroughly wet ground, seeds were either exposed on the ground or half-covered by soil. Then, Ange stepped deeply on the ground where the seeds had been sown. In an instant, all life was accelerated.
Lightning hid far away. Among Ange's little friends, it was the only one still alive. When he heard about the instant death halo, he immediately hid as far away as possible.
From its distance, one can more clearly see a miraculous change.
Green sprouts sprouted from a large area of land, just like a grassland. The sprouts grew stronger and stronger, and the straw grew taller and straighter, adding a touch of greenery to the gray world.
The unicorn itself is a creature close to nature. It is actually quite uncomfortable for Lightning to stay in this world for a long time, so it usually hides in the sinkhole and quietly gnaws beet leaves with the Minotaur family.
This scene was like a miraculous change and had the greatest impact on it.
The whole growing process lasted for three hours. Ange was very busy, especially during pollination, and no one else could help.
He used the powder aid technique to roll the pollen into the air, and then ignored it, letting them fall freely and stick to wherever they stuck. There was a large amount of powder scattered in the sky above the crops. If someone with a pollen allergy stood in the field, he would definitely get it.
Choked to death.
Despite this, Ange still felt that he was too busy. After all, the flowering period was too short. For the first time, he felt that his magic power could not be recovered. After all, he was casting magic at a speed of three times a second, just like a woodpecker.
, so Nigris couldn't help but look away: "You can't look at it, it's attacking people."
The crops matured and turned yellow, bending the stalks with a heavy weight. Ange stopped the halo and started running across the field dragging the Death Scythe.
In the human world, goblin engineers invented a harvesting machine, but compared with Anger's inverted sickle cutting method, it was much slower.
After cutting the crops, the sky has gradually darkened, and it will soon be evening.
The straw was packed in bundles and dragged by Lightning to the big hole dug by the little zombie.
The wind gradually got stronger, and Ange had to collect all the crops into the pit before the Sabbath wind blew, otherwise the grain would turn into powder if it blew overnight.
There was no time to thresh the grains, so Ange directly cut off the ears with a sickle and dropped them into the pit to cover the bottom of the pit.
All the ears of grain were cut off, and everyone jumped into the pit and lay directly on top of the ears of grain. The wind of rest finally blew and whistled past.
Nigris pulled out a dent in the ears of corn, coiled them up comfortably like a giant dragon lying on a pile of wealth, and sighed: "You really did it, sowing and harvesting in one day.
The boundless wilderness can be turned into fertile farmland. You have changed the world."
Ange tilted his head, but before he spoke, Lightning said disapprovingly: "What's the change? It's just two hundred acres of exhausting work in one day. Winter is not counted in a year. Is there winter here? Count three hundred days.
, what can the food produced from just 60,000 acres of land, 60,000 acres of land, change?"
"The human world has millions of acres of cultivated land, as well as various cash crops, and hundreds of millions of acres of wild flowers, plants and trees. This world is so barren that there is not even wood. It is difficult to survive.
It’s already very difficult, why not collectively wipe our necks and reincarnate into undead creatures.” Lightning’s mouth was as venomous as ever.
With enough time in the Palace of Rest, Ange could plant three hundred acres at a time, but in the wilderness, time was tight and the tasks were heavy. For safety reasons, the area he could sow at one time was reduced to two hundred acres.
"Haha." Nigris gave it a look of disdain: "Ange planted two hundred acres a day by himself, but if other people cooperated to sow, water and harvest, Ange was only responsible for aura acceleration. Do you think he could do it in one day?
How many acres are planted?”
Lightning opened his mouth and was speechless. Indeed, if someone cooperates, Ange can cast the halo at least three times a day, and time will not be as rushed as now. He can accelerate three to four hundred acres at a time, which is more than a thousand.
acres, nearly 300,000 acres a year.
"And don't you think the yield of these crops is very high? The yield per mu is at least three times that of ordinary crops. But you are right, the world is too barren, and no amount of food can change anything."
Lightning was stunned, three hundred thousand acres, the output tripled, that is close to one million acres of output, many medium-sized principalities may not be able to produce such a large amount of grain.
And all of this was just done by Ange himself. It is true to call it changing the world.
Lightning said harshly: "It's impossible to plant so many, and the halo won't be consumed? You can't leave it on every day."
Nigris really ignored this question, turned to Ange and asked: "Does it cost anything to turn on the halo?"
"Two thousand soul flames." Ange responded.
Turning on the halo for three hours requires the consumption of more than 2,000 soul flames. This consumption is actually more than transferring the same weight of food from the Palace of Rest, but don't forget that the transfer is just the freight, while the halo is the production cost.
And Ange is still very happy. The flame soul has finally found a place to use it. Now with more and more believers, he can receive one or two thousand soul flames every day, and he doesn’t know how to use them all in his hands. Even every day
Opening the halo once can also ensure a balance between income and expenses.
It only consumes the faith of believers, and can continuously produce grains. This is really a profit-free business. Lightning's poisonous mouth can't find where to cut in now, and bites the ears of grain underneath him hatefully.
superior.
After chewing it for a while, it was a little confused. After chewing it carefully for a few more times, its eyes suddenly lit up and it said in shock: "It's delicious, it's super delicious, it's super delicious grain."
Three "delicious" words in a row made Nigris curious. Unfortunately, he couldn't eat anything, so he could only ask: "How do you eat it?"
"It's fragrant, sweet, and glutinous. It explodes as soon as you bite it. The grains are distinct. It's even more delicious than the most delicious Moon Valley among the elves." Lightning was so excited that he wanted to take another bite, but the little zombie jumped at him and hit him with his head.
It stopped.
The angel skeleton also rushed in front of it, spread out its hands and feet and scratched the ears of grain, staring at the lightning with an expression of 'all mine'.
"Ouch!" Ange yelled and called the two little guys back. Only Lightning can eat in this pit, and Ange will not be stingy with a little crop.
Lying on a pile of sweet ears of grain and eating as much as you can with just opening your mouth, isn't this your dream life? It would be even better if horns could grow.
Lightning thought dreamily until he was awakened by a sudden urge to urinate: "No, I need to pee."
"No!" Nigris was the first to shout. The pit was full of ears of grain. If he farted, he would not be able to take any more grain from the pit.
"But... but... I can't hold it in anymore." Lightning grimaced, looked at the ears of grain under him, and then looked up at the restful wind whistling by outside the pit. If it dared to climb out, it would definitely
Will be turned into a zombie.
Ange crawled over and grabbed its feet, pulled it back, and dragged it directly into the Palace of Rest. He dug a hole in an empty space on the farm and released it after pulling it out.
"Your total weight is a thousand kilograms, right? You need soul flames to transfer in, and soul flames to transfer out. Your urine is really expensive, why don't you cut it off." Nigris sarcastically said.
"You don't need to pull it, and you can't use it. Why don't you just keep it? Why don't you cut it off?" Lightning curled her lips and said sarcastically. She was not afraid of anyone in terms of quarrels.
Just as the two guys were noisy, Ange suddenly sensed a voice: My Lord Ange...save me...
Ange was a little confused. This was the first time he had accepted this belief from a distance. Usually he could hear some sounds when he received the soul flames of believers at close range in the temple, but now there were no believers around him, and there was no
Soul Flame.
Following that voice, Ange put his mind towards it, and soon came to a consciousness. He immediately knew who was calling him. It turned out to be Goblin Silver Coin.
At this moment, Silver Coin has just had his neck broken by the Black Warrior, and is about to have his soul sucked to search for his memory.
The remaining consciousness sensed Ange's arrival, and Silver Coin said urgently: "Lord Ange, I will believe in you with the same piety as I believe in money, aim at your will, spread your glory, and save me...
"Before he finished speaking, a force began to pull at his soul.
A ball of soul flame emerged from Yin Coin's consciousness, and was caught by Ange in a daze.
To be honest, the silver coin really called the wrong person. Ange was not a qualified god at all. He didn't know what he could do in this situation, but he still tried hard and instinctively pulled the silver coin.
There was a fight for the power of the soul, and at least half of the soul of the silver coin was snatched away by him.
What then? Ange, who didn't know what to do, watched blankly as Yin Coin's body was thrown to the ground, and the black warriors disappeared. After thinking for a while, he felt that he should put Yin Coin's soul back to its original place.
So he stuffed it back, but only half of the soul left could not return to the original place. What should he do? Let's make up for it. Ange subconsciously mobilized his soul energy to try to repair the incomplete soul of the silver coin.
With this tune, Ange's head suddenly burst into flames, and a large amount of soul energy crossed the plane and was sent to the remaining soul of the silver coin.
It was just a soul fire. If it was normal, Ange could condense it easily. However, he didn't expect that the difficulty this time was beyond imagination. It took dozens of times of energy to repair the soul of the silver coin.
After putting it back in place, Ange could no longer hold it up, and his consciousness suddenly retracted into his body.
When he came back, he saw the little zombie, the angel skeleton and the concerned eyes of Nigris: "What happened? Why did your soul energy suddenly overflow?"
Ange described the matter, and saw a strange look on Negris's face: "Are you saying that you just performed a plane projection? Or did you perform a plane projection at the call of a believer?"