Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 464: Chapter 273: Ignition of the Divine Fire_2
Everyone looked curiously at the small flame in Ange’s hand, their faces filled with shock.

“Is this… the Divine Fire?” Shamara squeezed her hands incessantly, feeling an uncontrollable urge to reach out, but something was stopping her.

“This is indeed the Divine Fire, but why is it here?” Negris asked irritably.

What a strange coincidence, the moment Ange ignited the Divine Fire, Shamara teleported here through the Teleportation Array. It must have been her Predictive Ability at play again.

Shamara, somewhat stunned, said, “I felt something good was going to happen here.”

Negris, both envious and jealous, said, “Your Divine Technique is really useful. Next time something good happens to me, remember to tell me.”

Shamara breathed out a sigh and quickly agreed, “Alright, alright.”

She had benefited too much from Ange and felt a bit ashamed. If she could help Ange and others with her Predictive Ability, she would be very happy.

After a few brief words, everyone’s attention turned back to Ange’s hand. The burning question was, why did Ange randomly ignite the Divine Fire?

Even Ange was clueless, “I don’t know. I was farming, and it ignited.”

Hands on her hips, Negris mulled, “This is the Torch of the God of Farming. You’ve mentioned before that it was growing. Why has it suddenly ignited now? Could it be because you’ve been sowing crops and that made it grow? Impossible, crops can’t generate Faith Elemental Force. Did you feel it grow when you were cultivating seaweed?”

Ange shook his head.

“Could it be because you’re so good at sowing seaweed that the Sea People started worshipping you? That’s not right. There are only a few Sea People, even if they have devout belief, it’s not enough to ignite the Divine Fire. Besides, the Torch was growing before those Sea People even met you.” Negris mused to herself.

After ruling out these possibilities, Negris suggested, “There’s only one possibility left. You sold the grains to Anthony, he distributed the grains, and the faith dedicated by those believers who received the help ignited the Torch of the God of Farming.”

“Is it really possible?” Lisa asked curiously. “The disaster victims may not know that you cultivated the grains. How could they dedicate their faith?”

To dedicate faith, one must at least know who they are worshipping – a God’s name for example. Only by sharing the common belief can the Faith Elemental Force tie the unconscious believers together to form a complete network.

When Anthony distributed the grains, he wouldn’t tell everyone that these were Ange’s crops. The disaster victims would only thank the Church of Light and worship the Light if they wanted to worship anything. How could any power possibly feedback to Ange?

Negris shrugged, she didn’t know either, but this was the most likely reason after ruling out all the impossible ones.

It was simple to find out. Keep selling the grains.

“Grow some more grains. After Anthony has distributed the previous batch, check whether the Divine Fire has intensified. If it has, hold off for a bit. If it hasn’t, sell another batch to Anthony to distribute. Test it a few times like this, and we can basically confirm whether it’s due to people consuming the grains you grew.”

After Negris finished speaking, she couldn’t help mumbling to herself, “This really is a brand new topic. Another model of achieving Godhood?”

Ange nodded. Testing and comparison, these were things he was familiar with. But this led to a new problem: “Not enough Soul Energy.”

Although Ange possessed the Undead Godhood, he was absolutely the laziest Undead God, never spreading his faith.

If it weren’t for his capable Holy Woman Lisa and zealous believer Oke, the legacy of Undead Godhood might have been broken.

But no matter how capable Lisa was or how zealous Oke was, if the God himself didn’t care, the results wouldn’t be significant.

The Undead Temple currently had roughly forty thousand believers in the Resting Abyss. There were about fifty to sixty thousand believers in the Hope Oasis and surrounding Oasis Sand People. The rest maintained their habitual reverence for Naeli.

The population near the Goddess of Beauty City was growing, but many of these people were the Fallen People who once worshipped the Light, and then were corrupted. Despite this, however, most of them did not change their faith.

Ange had stolen the faith of these people.

Adding them all together, the number of believers from whom the Undead Godhood could receive faith wasn’t two hundred thousand.

For a fierce religion, two hundred thousand believers wouldn’t actually be counted as few. Squeeze them a bit, show some miracles, hold more group rituals, and two hundred thousand believers could be used like a million.

But Ange was as lazy as a salted fish, let alone performing miracles or holding ceremonies, he wasn’t even keen on spreading faith.

But, isn’t this the style of the Undead Temple?

The previous king was also quite lazy. The Undead Temple was basically left unattended, even the priests sweeping the floor were skeletons. You can imagine how lax the spreading of belief was.

The Undead King didn’t care about faith, because he had the Soul Network. The undead beings connected to him through the Soul Network were constantly offering their power to him. Faith Elemental Force was just an addition, it didn’t matter whether it was there or not.

But Ange’s soul network was also not large, and now, those connected to him could be counted on two hands.

The power gained from both aspects was not substantial, and Ange had been spending it rather generously recently. His energy consumption was greater than his income. If he followed Negris’s advice and grew another batch of crops, he would not have enough soul energy.

“I told you before, gather more believers when you have the chance. It’s not a problem to have many believers, but you wouldn’t listen, farming all day everyday.” Negris had no solutions to this problem and could only grumble.

With a splash, a sound of water rose, accompanied by an ultrasonic-like vibration.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Alice emerging from the water channel, screaming for help in Ange’s direction. Behind her, dozens of sea people emerged one after another, swimming quickly towards the sandbank.

Alice’s tribe only had dozens of sea people. Judging from the situation, was the whole tribe seeking refuge?

Ange’s gaze passed over Alice and her people, and landed behind them.

As if sensing Ange’s gaze, a beautiful woman slowly emerged from the water, standing barefoot on the water surface.

Golden pupils, white skirts, blonde hair, bare feet, holding a hammer, sacred yet strange.

Seeing the one-handed hammer in her hand, Negris exclaimed, “Life-saving Hammer? Are you the Goddess of Redemption?”

Excitement appeared on Shamara’s face, and she couldn’t wait to yell, “Luna!”

Luna’s phantom floated up from her body, seriously saying, “I see her, be careful, the Goddess of Redemption is not easy to deal with.”

Having said that, the figure of Luna enveloped Shamara, engendering the Holy Spirit Armor, a pair of True Wings and two pairs of Light Wings.

While others had difficulty summoning a single Holy Spirit, the one fusing with Shamara was a Supreme Holy Spirit, a Six-winged Archangel, Wisdom Angel Luna.

Shamara excitedly said, “It’s her, it’s her, she’s the one who stole my faith.”

As she said this, she was about to rush forward.

Just then, a beam of light shot out, illuminating the Goddess of Redemption.

The little angel opened her light wings, pushed forward with her palms, and had a delighted expression, she could fight again.

As the light faded, half of the Goddess of Redemption’s body disappeared.

Negris was stunned, “Is she so weak? Is she really the Goddess of Redemption?”

Before the words were finished, a column of black light appeared, the little zombie hastily retaliated with a Breath of Death shockwave.

After the light beam disappeared, the Goddess of Redemption disappeared completely.

However, the aura of the Goddess of Redemption did not disappear, but was rapidly increasing. A projection gradually revealed where her body had disappeared.

Ange looked at the light figure, and suddenly said, “She seems to be transforming the damage into power.”

Ange’s words made Negris tremble, recalling a legend, “Redemption, it’s redemption, this is the divine technique of the Goddess of Redemption.”