Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 567: Chapter 323: Can You Produce Hundreds of Thousands of Bags of Grain? _2

Having said that, Durken himself started to go crazy: “Kvada, it can’t be possible. Just because you keep planting stuff, you maintain the balance in such a huge Resting Camp? Is it just a little bit left?”

In the end, there was no way to verify it. During their chatter, everyone arrived at the Witch’s Palace.

“The witch still lives as simply as always,” Durken exclaimed.

Negris didn’t speak. Most of his memories about the witch were lost, and he couldn’t remember what she was like. This also raised a question: why would the Undead King erase these memories?

It was indeed too simple. The Witch’s Palace could be seen at a glance. It was empty without even a table. At least there was a table in the Bronze Book Tower…

Two banshees floated to the center of the palace and began to chant softly.

The sound suddenly became extremely ethereal. The interior of the palace seemed to have some kind of design related to wave fields. Not only did the sound become more ethereal, but the soul energy carried by the sound became incredibly solid.

That is, the power of manifestation increased. Although everyone was standing in different positions, anyone could feel as if the banshees were right in front of them.

After the banshees finished singing a song for the deceased, they suddenly switched tunes: Undead Spirit and Indestructible Soul, crossing the river of reincarnation …

Negris was surprised: “Huh, the Undying Chapter? They can sing the Undying Chapter now?”

The Wailing Banshee could not sing the Undying Chapter, because this was a song chanted with the soul. However, with the boost of space, they managed to sing it out, causing a weak soul resonance. This was why the Undying Chapter could enhance the soul. If it did not cause a soul resonance and was just treated as a poem, anyone could hum a few lines.

There was a humming sound from the side. When they turned their heads, Durken had already conjured a lounge chair from somewhere, lying on it and humming to himself.

Just then, Ange suddenly tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.

Negris was already used to it. When Ange did this, it was generally because a believer was calling him. Only a few people like Lisa, Silver Coin, Purple Corpse, Oke, Anthony, etc., could directly call him, and they could be counted on one hand.

Oke usually just reported and rarely disturbed Ange. Purple Corpse generally didn’t need to find Ange. She and her clans dug up a bunch of Thunderbolt Javelins from the Goddess of Redemption… Hardly any enemy could withstand their barrage.

Without having to ask, when Ange turned his head, Negris impatiently asked, “It’s Anthony again, isn’t it? Calling for help?”

The person who most often called Ange recently was Anthony, often crying out “Lord, save me!” Only Ange was so agreeable. If he were another deity, he would have punished him already.

Ange nodded, “He said there is faith, that I should go and reap.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Not crying for help, but to reap faith? Is he this good?”

When Ange arrived outside the city of the Black Mountain Kingdom on the Master Plane, he only saw a refugee camp stretching to the horizon and a crowd shouting excitedly for the protection of the Light.

Anthony quietly came up and said anxiously, “Lord, there are agitators in the crowd, too many for me to handle. Many people have been incited. I want you to walk through from the sky, dropping food along the way to calm everyone’s emotions. If you find agitators, judge them on the spot.”

The projection on Ange, Negris couldn’t help but curse, “Kvada, I knew you were not that nice. You are calling for Ange to save you again.”

Anthony awkwardly said, “And might as well reap some faith along the way. There are now forty to fifty thousand people gathered here, and there are always people secretly instigating things… I was already prepared, but they still caught a loophole. Now, only you can pacify them. Distributing food alone is not enough… You have to judge those instigators on the spot, frighten others, only the Original Sin Shackles of the Lord can do it.”

Anthony also knew the Original Sin Shackles, but he had to rest a bit after using it once. There were too many instigators in the crowd, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Besides, the name “Ascetic Monk An,” with the spread of the believers, was now more effective than his Archbishop standing in for the Pope.

Don’t think of the Archbishop standing in for the Pope as very impressive, but when the crowd is raging, people prefer to trust the kind old priest in the local block, and the identity of the ascetic monk is not so high above.

“Step aside, let me take a look.” A voice unfamiliar but somewhat familiar to Anthony sounded from Ange.

Durken projected onto Ange. Don’t think that only Negris can project. Everyone was in the Temple of Rest, everyone had a soul-level connection with Ange, and as long as Ange agreed, Durken could also project.

“Hiss – what’s going on? Such a strong Power of Light, are these people Disciples of Light? You guys are going to reap the faith of Disciples of Light? Did I hear that right?”

Anthony remembered something and asked in disbelief, “Lord Durken?”

“Do you know me?” Durken asked in surprise, his thoughts swept over Anthony, “Hiss, such a strong Power of Holy Light? This is at least an Archbishop, right? What’s going on? Are you betraying the Light, or are you surrendering the Light?”