Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

 

In the slums of the Land of Fallen, Ange has also used the Original Sin Shackles on two attendants, but he didn’t give them too severe a punishment. Why would he directly use the Sacred Flame Burn this time?

“Incitement of the masses is a serious sin, but let’s not talk about that first. Let’s talk about why you guys can use the Original Sin Shackles?” Durken was filled with questions.

From the moment he woke up, his eyes had not had a break. Ange’s existence completely overturned his cognition. What Trinity God, Element Conversion, even mastering the Divine Art of Light? Oh, Kvada.

“If you ask me, then who do I ask? I just taught him the Purification Technique, who knows why he could produce so many variations, I want to know that, too.” Negris said grumpily.

Negris had this doubt a long time ago. He, more than anyone else, wanted to know the answer. Thinking about it, the only possibility was Lisa and Anthony. They helped Ange define the Holy Light.

However, such an unrepeatable event was impossible to verify, unless he could find another one like Ange and teach him the Purification Technique once more, to see if he could produce as many variations.

Within the Sacred Flame, those who incited emotions wailed miserably, but they were firmly locked by the Original Sin Shackles and could not move.

A few of them burst out with Holy Light, extinguishing the Sacred Flame on their bodies, which surprised people. Among these sinful people, were there actually practitioners of Divine Light Magic?

Unfortunately, it didn’t matter. They revealed their inner cards but still couldn’t break free from the shackles. The extinguished Sacred Flame relit.

These people panicked and begged for mercy: “Let me go, please let me go. It has nothing to do with me. It was Dyson who ordered us to do this.”

The believers were in an uproar when they heard these words.

Ange was a bit puzzled. He didn’t want to know who did it, why were they telling him this?

He continued to conjure bread, leaving those inciters to turn into ashes in the Sacred Flame.

To conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain wasn’t easy, but to conjure hundreds of thousands of loaves of bread was not too hard. Especially in this situation, the expended Soul Flame and the Soul Flame gained were not proportional at all, all he needed was to consume a bit of grain.

The Prayer of the God of Farming required Soul Flame and grain but now, when he stood in the open air, continuous Soul Flame surged towards him. Every time he conjured bread, waves of Soul Flame roared.

He only needed to spend one-tenth of that, plus twenty catties of grain and the water vapor condensed in the air, to conjure sixty catties of bread.

At the beginning, he had to consume the grain stockpile in the Temple of Rest. But after that grain was consumed, it was replaced by the grain transported by Anthony. He didn’t need to cost anything and was just earning Soul Flame.

This wasn’t good, this didn’t conform to the principle of an equivalent exchange. Ange was a bit distressed but he couldn’t remedy it for the moment. He could only silently keep it in mind, and make up for it to Anthony later.

If Anthony knew this, he would probably laugh his head off if he found out that Ange had put this extra income on his account.

The whole process of transforming bread continued for the entire day. In the end, everyone was tired and even if anyone wanted to instigate, it definitely wasn’t going to happen.

Not to mention, the traces of those dozens of Sacred Flame Burns were still there. Those provocateurs not found among the crowd were now as silent as cicadas in winter. Even if they were threatened with knives, they might not dare to show themselves. After all, being stabbed to death by a knife was much more comfortable than being burned by the Sacred Flame. ȒἈ𐌽ồ₿ÈŠ

With no one causing trouble, Anthony smoothly brought in the food, preparing porridge, noodles, and roasted bread to comfort the victims.

There was still enough food for the time being and it was enough for everyone to eat for a while. However, in order to stretch the food supply, Anthony reduced the daily amount. Everyone was semi-starved, and opportunistic people seized the opportunity and stirred up trouble once again.

Thanks to Ange, the Original Sin Shackles deterred those who wanted to stir things up. The unbelievable act of creating bread shocked all the victims. Without these measures, it would have been hard to appease everyone.

Ange reaped a lot of Soul Flame and contentedly entered West City of the Black Mountain Kingdom, where the Black Mountain bastard child, whom he had met once in Roland City, was now wearing a robe of governance and respectfully greeting him alongside Anthony.

The Black Mountain Kingdom originally belonged to the Western District. Because of the plague of locusts, the entire kingdom fell. In the end, a bastard child who had lifted the Earth Hammer ascended to the position of duke.

Why did the kingdom have a royal court? Because a certain Duke of the Black Mountain married a princess of the royal family.

This bastard child calls himself Black Mountain. With a ceremony presided over by Anthony, he was entrenched in the Western District.

If we also consider the Kingdom of Luosha and the Wusu Kingdom administrated by Luosha, Anthony has already embedded three wedges in the Western Region.

The Duke of Black Mountain respectfully saluted, but Ange’s gaze fell on the Earth Hammer at his waist and lingered for a few seconds longer.

Once back inside the tent and away from the others, Anthony couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out a bag of food and cajoled, “My lord, my lord, can you do it again? Do it again, please. I couldn’t see clearly because it was too far away.”

The Negris projected onto his body also intervened, “Let me out, I want to see it with my own eyes. I can’t get a clear feel from the projection.”

In the end, Ange let everyone out, unsealed the bag of food and grabbed a handful of grains. With just a rub of the hand, he transformed the grains into a long loaf of bread.

Luther took the bread with a dumbfounded look and bit into it forcefully, “It is… real bread? It’s edible, bread made from just a hand rub? My lord, are you trying to take Vania’s job?”

Lisa slapped his head, snatched the bread, disdainfully took off the piece he bit off, broke it into small pieces, and divided it among everyone who could eat.

Linking this level of divine arts with Vania really showed a lack of vision.

After everyone had a taste, they each gave their ‘genuine’ reviews: “Wow, it’s delicious. It melts in my mouth.”

“Yeah, it’s so good. I’m moved to the point of shedding tears.”

“One bite fills my mouth with the aroma of wheat, as if my soul is ascending.”

Lisa irritably scolded, “Can you please be more sincere when giving compliments?”

Regardless of its taste, bread made by just a hand rub was an unimaginable divine technique, and it even tripled the food. If it wasn’t for the consumption of Soul Flame, Ange could feed everyone.

Unfortunately, such ability can only be used when the crowd is large. If the crowd was too small, then the donated Soul Flame wouldn’t be enough to compensate for the consumption, resulting in a loss.

Anthony also gnawed on a small piece of bread, and only after swallowing it, did he pay his respects to Durken, “Lord Durken, it’s been a long time.”

Durken evaluated him up and down, then hesitatingly asked, “Are you really Piero?”

After infiltrating the Church of Light for a thousand years, Anthony had fully taken on the guise of a religious fanatic. Even if he claimed to be undead, not everyone would believe him.

“It’s really me, you see.” Anthony picked up his staff and swung it around, frightening everyone enough that they retreated several meters. Who on earth would twirl their staff like a sword?

“I believe, I believe. Be careful not to hit me, I’m still weak from just waking up.” Durken had to believe him.

The two old acquaintances caught up on old times till they had nothing more to say. Given the richness of Anthony’s experiences, it would take several million words to write them all out in a book titled “The Dark Knight Emperor infiltrates and becomes Pope of the Church of Light.”

Compared to Anthony, Durken’s life was much simpler: woke up in a graveyard, explored the void, got killed by the chaos…

Alright, there was no point in continuing the conversation. Speaking only about oneself seemed a bit boastful.

Turning to Ange, Anthony gratefully said, “My lord, thank you so much. If you hadn’t stepped in, I wouldn’t know how to wrap things up. It was really disgusting. I am doing this to help Dyson with their disaster, but they still pull these stunts. Do they really wish their people would all die?”

Ange tilted his head.

Knowing that Ange wouldn’t care about this, Anthony casually finished his statement before switching topics: “By the way, the Copperhammer Dwarves have sent over twenty thousand tons of food, whispering to me ‘I’m a good guy.’ They even said that if I could offer an equivalent amount of alcohol, they would be willing to sell me all the grains reserved for brewing. It’s rare, even dwarves are disgusted by Dyson and Guliani’s actions.”

Originally, Anthony just wanted to share a thought, even the allies of enemies were showing me goodwill. But as soon as he finished, Negris’s strange face caught his attention.

“Uh, my lord, you don’t also brew wine, do you?”

Ange nodded.

“How does it taste?”

Ange tilted his head. How would he know, he doesn’t drink.

Anthony said seriously, “Uh, the thing is, if the wine is good and the quantity is decent, I have confidence I can trick the dwarves into letting me see their War Chess relics. That’s because the Dwarven God of War has a special ability to record every major battle.”

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