Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 561: Chapter 320 Someone Knocks on the Door_2

Anthony nodded, “He should still be alive. Do you remember when I mentioned that after the disappearance of the kings and the gods, a miracle had occurred? That time, the Judgement God descended. It’s because of that event, I have not dared to mess around all these years.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The dragon and the man exchanged a glance, both reading the thoughts in each other’s eyes.

However, in the next moment, Anthony shook his head: “No, no, The Judgment Hall only judges heretics, they don’t care who the Pope is. As long as I allocate funds on time, they never interfere with my affairs. Even when I go to their warehouse, they don’t cause any problems. There’s no need to provoke such an enemy. At worst, I can make several more visits and transcribe the rest of the pages.”

“What about the Judgement God?” Negris asked.

Anthony showed a conflicted expression: “Is that really a good idea? Do we have the power to kill a god yet? The Judgement God.”

He had witnessed the formidable power of the Judgment God before. This god, who is dedicated to judgment, is not as weak in combat as the Libra Redemption. Now knowing for certain that they’re alive, they were considering killing him. But, did they have such power?

Negris pondered for a moment, then nodded: “You’re right. Sigh, lately we’ve been getting a bit full of ourselves. After securing the Divine Aspect of Light, we started looking down on the other gods. If, like you said, he is a god who has not been reborn, then he could still retain the strength he had over a thousand years ago, which is not something we can easily handle. By the way, when was the last time he descended?”

“About a half-century after I infiltrated the Church of Light. When Hemel’s insect plague broke out, it was the Judgement God who descended to cleanse it,” Anthony recalled.

Suddenly, the entire Holy Kingdom quaked.

“What happened?” All turned to look at Ange in unison.

Ange tilted his head: “Someone’s knocking.”

Was the knocking really that loud? Everyone returned to the top of the temple. At the landing of the stairway to Heaven, a burst of light was repeatedly exploding, causing tremors that spread throughout the entire Holy Kingdom, causing the massive kingdom itself to continuously quake.

Someone was trying to teleport in, but without proper authentication or the Staff of Heaven, they were blocked by the interdimensional barrier.

A name flashed through Negris’s mind: “The Judgement God? Sigh…”

He realized how ridiculous his thinking had been earlier. They were considering provoking a veteran god capable of assaulting interdimensional barriers. He was indeed getting carried away.

However, after Ange transformed into Locke, he could break the interdimensional barrier bare-handed. He wasn’t sure who would be more powerful.

“Well, that’s a relief. His divine rune has been erased. He’ll never be able to get in again.” Negris let out a sigh of relief.

The shaking continued fifteen times before completely ceasing. It was surmised that whoever it was had given up, realizing they couldn’t break through the interdimensional barrier.

“There’s one question. If he hasn’t died in more than a thousand years, why hasn’t he come back here?” Negris asked in confusion.

Anthony shrugged: “How would I know? Perhaps all the other gods were dead and he was bored on his own. Or maybe he got hurt and went to recuperate somewhere. Or perhaps he was scared.”

“Scared?” Negris was astounded.

“Yes, one of the Lords of Mourning went to kill the Lord of the Abyss. Locke went to kill the Great Angel. Who went to kill the gods? It could have been Locke or perhaps His Majesty acted personally. So maybe he was scared.” Anthony shrugged. “All of this is just conjecture. Or perhaps the next time he knocks, we should let him in and ask?”

No matter how much speculation there is, without the main figure confirming it, it remains speculation. Anthony left three pages of iron book rubbings and returned first. If there is anyone busier in the world, Anthony could at least vie for the top three spots as he hasn’t had a good sleep in a long time.

Ange recorded the Undead Symphony from the rubbings, but did not sing it. Singing requires Soul Energy and he currently didn’t have enough even to grow crops. It would have to wait.

Thus, Ange resumed his usual routine of farming, farming, and more farming. If no one disturbed him, he could continue indefinitely until every piece of his territory was full of crops.

During this time, chaos erupted in the Western District of the Main Plane.

The turmoil in the Western District was anticipated by everyone. Anthony had made preparations early on, sealing all the neighboring gateways and turning a blind eye to the situation.

Without sufficient food, the crisis in the West could not be resolved. The only solution laid in the history books.

All Anthony could do was to seal the gates to prevent the famine from spreading to the Eastern Diocese, while desperately sending requests for food aid to every major plane. Any extra would be sent to the western border.

Along the border, he set up many refugee camps, providing shelter for a large number of starving people.

He also called on the followers in the coastal areas to change their diets and eat more seafood, thus saving grain to be sent inland.

Wheat Silver Coin sold him 150,000 tons of food. If handled well, as he did in the Eastern Diocese, it could save many lives, but unfortunately it was not so.

Dyson did not have the meticulous handling ability, he couldn’t even manage an equitable distribution. Anthony sent him 50,000 tons of food, and it was all distributed to his followers on the same day. As for average believers and the public, they got nothing.

Anticipating this, Anthony decided against sending any more aid when there was surplus. Instead, he sent it directly to the refugee camps. The camps were in chaos and poorly managed, but they saved more people than Dyson did. This damned Archbishop of the Western District.

In order to solve this severe famine, Anthony proposed to hold a Plane Safety Meeting and criticized Dyson: “How many people have starved to death because of the mess in your diocese? Can’t you have some shame and do more? If you have a problem with your ability, step aside and let someone more capable take over.”

Dyson refuted unsatisfiedly: “This has nothing to do with me, I just took over the Western Diocese recently. This is all the problem left by Nikola, he has already returned to the arms of the gods, if you have any issues, you can go to Heaven to find him.”

I just came back from Heaven, and you guys wouldn’t believe. Anthony murmured in his heart, then turned his guns on Guliani: “Your Holiness, is this the man you chose, pushing all the responsibility onto his predecessor?”

During the Teleportation Array meeting, where faces cannot be seen, Guliani’s face was already turning dark. He had always resolved internal disputes within the church internally. Even matters like Anthony setting up his own Holy Church were not meant to be discussed in safety meetings. Anthony was simply being ruthlessly blunt.

Guliani, deeply pained, asked: “Can’t we talk about this later? Does it have to be in this kind of situation?”

Return to the Curia? I probably wouldn’t live to come back out. Anthony mumbled, continuing his rant: “If you can solve the problem, do I need to argue here? Teleportation Arrays are so expensive, everyone else can solve their problems, but the person you chose cannot. Is it your judgment that’s faulty, or is it the ability of the person you chose?”

Guliani was roasted to the point of being speechless. If there was no comparison, if everyone was just as bad, there wouldn’t be much to say. But Anthony’s actions were too outstanding. The entire plane was short of food; why was there no famine in Anthony’s Eastern Diocese? Could it really be an issue of capability?

Dyson responded indignantly: “You conspire with the evil gods to continuously buy food. Of course you can manage this situation. If you’re really able, why don’t you share where you’re buying your food from? I’ll buy it too, and see if I can solve it!”

“You’re the one who’s linked with evil gods, you incompetent Kobold. You’re just smearing others because you can’t handle your own duties.” Anthony retorted.

“You…you…you’re an incompetent pig!” Dyson had no experience in insulting others, and he was left speechless for a while before managing to call Anthony a ‘pig’, a nickname without any offensive impact.

Gailard, who was getting tired of their feud, interrupted: “Enough, I didn’t come here to listen to your squabbles. Squabble in your own Church if you want. If you want to buy food, I know a source you could try. They can grow the Tree of Life, they can plant saline-tolerant rice, and they have an amazing planting technology.”

Anthony was inwardly devastated, he knew exactly who Gailard was referring to. He also wanted to say that all the food there had been bought up by him, but unfortunately he couldn’t. Officially, he had no connection with Ange’s forces.

Now he was in trouble. His original plan was to dupe the elves. Among those present, perhaps the only ones with surplus food were the elves. Unexpectedly, Gailard had already tipped them off. What was he supposed to do now?