Ange dropped the sacred essence on the baby's broken leg and continued to cast holy light, so the broken leg grew little by little.
Lisa held the baby in her arms with a heartbroken expression on her face: "Oh, who is so cruel? Was it bitten by a wolf? Damn wolf, wait a minute, auntie will find some wolf skins to make clothes for you. Who brought you to the wolf den? ? You are only three months old, so cruel, her father? Where is her father? I will break his legs. Huh? Was he killed by a wolf? "
Negris looked around the crystal tablet curiously, and said with some uncertainty: "Could this be the legendary angel's descending tablet, right?"
Luther came over and asked, "Is it the kind of spirit possession that Shamara has?"
"Yes, a devout magician can summon angels to come to him. His strength will skyrocket, which is quite disgusting. This kind of increase is unreasonable. Some guys are so weak that an angel can tear apart a minotaur with his own hands. It is difficult to predict the strength of the enemy. , so when fighting the magicians of the Church of Light, you must use all your strength."
After a pause, Negris added: "But the Holy Spirit possessed by Xhamala was created by herself."
"She made it? She made the Holy Spirit Angel? Is it so powerful?" Luther's eyes almost fell out.
"Otherwise, they are fallen angels and false gods." Nigris said disapprovingly.
Luther said impressively: "I saw that she was so well-behaved in front of adults, and I thought she was very good. I wanted to have a fight with her, but didn't I expect that she was so powerful? By the way, I just broke through to the high-level sword master, and my realm is unstable. , I need to practice and try my moves, Lord Naige, please help me find an opponent of the same level."
Nigris sneered: "Wait a minute and let Ange beat you up, and you will know why Xamara is well-behaved. You will definitely be well-behaved in the future."
Ever since Ange mastered the Ultimate Transformation Technique and the Dragon God Transformation, his combat power cannot be measured. It doesn't know how strong Ange is now. Anyway, God has killed two of them.
After the baby's broken leg had grown back and the last bit of skin and flesh had grown back, Ange removed his mental control over the baby. Suddenly, the baby started crying loudly and vigorously, which shocked Lisa. I couldn't help but shrink my head, the sound was almost like a soul shock.
"Ouch, ouch, what's the matter, baby? Does it hurt? Did Uncle Bones hurt you? Doesn't it hurt? Are you hungry? Trouble, where can I go to have sex? Warnia, Warnia."
After listening to Lisa's words, Warnia, who ran in like a bear, wrung her fingers with both hands and said coyly: "She is still a yellow girl, no more."
After searching around, I couldn't find anyone who could breastfeed, nor any horses. Among the horses Ange kept in the Palace of Rest, there was no lactating mare.
This is how to do ah? The baby howled when it was hungry, regardless of the occasion. Lisa put a thumb into her mouth, temporarily blocked it, and asked anxiously: "What should I do? Sir, do you have anything that can be used by babies?" Is there something to eat? You can’t go down and bring Aunt Niu up, right?”
Ange took out a fruit.
"Hiss, the fruit of the World Tree? How can you have fruit? Did you activate that diseased branch?" Nigris took a breath.
Ange shook his head: "It's long."
Nigris was too lazy to ask, so he just asked "bang". He didn't know when he would be able to ask, so he might as well go and see for himself.
His mind took back the Palace of Rest, and the Book of Brass moved to the farm, where he immediately saw the diseased branch of the World Tree.
After getting the insect ash liquid, Ange brought a diseased branch of the World Tree to the farm. It was different from the ordinary World Tree. This diseased branch was cut from the old World Tree and was already 91,000 years old. .
Now, the spots on the diseased branches have completely disappeared, the branches and buds have returned to green, and some green leaves and buds have appeared. It is obvious that the plant is alive.
A piece of fresh stubble was exposed on the branch. Obviously, the fruit Ange took out was picked from here.
"Oh my god, Ange really cured the world tree." When he planted it before and the spots were reduced, Nigris was mentally prepared, but after he really succeeded, he was still shocked. His old friend World Tree can be saved.
Projected back to the dragon, Nigris said with envy: "The little guy is so lucky. He has been eating the Fruit of Life since he was a child. I hope you can live as long as an elf."
The little guy stared with a pair of big black and white eyes, holding Ange's finger and sucking hard, not sure if he heard it.
At this moment, the angel came and the holy tablet flashed again, and a voice sounded: "O Almighty Lord, your people are suffering from the plague. Please save us, give us holy water, and drive away the terrible dysentery. .”
Following this sound, an image appeared on the holy monument again, also from a first-person perspective. There was a bucket in the center with turbid water in it.
Surrounding the bucket, in addition to the person from the first-person perspective, there were also a large group of ragged humans, all of whom were sipping their heads around the bucket.
"This is the cleanest water we can find. There was a flood a few days ago, which submerged the rivers and wells, drowning many people and livestock. Then there was an outbreak of dysentery. Everyone was vomiting and defecating, and they soon couldn't hold on. Almighty Lord, Old Buck, a believer in Baki Village, leads all the surviving villagers in the village to offer you the most pious faith. Please drive away the dysentery and save us."
Old Buck's voice was full of frustration and weakness, and he was about to cry. He actually knew very well that there was no point in doing this. He had prayed like this tens of thousands of times in the decades since he believed in the light, and he had never seen this before. A miracle occurred.
I don’t know if it’s because my beliefs are not pious enough, or because the gods of light are too lazy to pay attention to people like him.
But Sir Hall, the old nobleman in the town, never prays. Why can he receive miracles? He fell off his horse and was paralyzed, but it can be cured. I met him in town some time ago and was almost whipped by him because he blocked his horse.
However, knowing that there would be no miracle, what could Old Buck do?
This is their only hope. Now they can't even drink clean water. There are still floods everywhere. They can't find clean firewood to boil water. They can only drink turbid raw water. Many people have begun to Vomiting and urinating, what else can they do except pray to God?
Instead of dying in despair and resentment, it is better to pray to hypnotize yourself, get a moment of peace, and then die quietly. Old Buck, who has lived for most of his life, no longer prays for miracles, but just wants to lead everyone to die in peace.
As the believers in the image prayed, wisps of holy light gathered from the crystal tablet, and slowly gathered into a transparent crystal on the tablet.
"Saint Crystal?" Nigris recognized it at a glance. Shamara had traded several Saint Crystals before, but they were all black. Now he finally saw the white Saint Crystal.
"It turns out that the Holy Crystal is condensed from the faith of believers. Isn't that the power of faith? It's the same as Ange's Soul Crystal? What about Xia Mara? How did she get her Black Saint Crystal? Does she also have followers? "A series of questions appeared in Nigris's mind.
Ange waved towards the Holy Crystal, and the Holy Crystal flew into his hand. After a few glances, Ange took it into the Palace of Rest.
Seeing his action, Nigris knew what he wanted to do and quickly made way for the space in front of the crystal monument.
In exchange of equal value, Ange took the Saint Crystal, so he naturally had to give something back.
Ange used the holy light and probed into the monument.
Old Buck jumped up excitedly and looked at his right hand in panic: "It's lit... it's lit, it's lit."
Old Buck, who had never thought that he would witness a miracle, raised his right hand in panic, somewhat at a loss: "What should I do? It's light, it's light, the gods of light have responded to us."
Nigris curled his lips when he heard this and said secretly: The gods responded? It's nice to think that these crystal tablets are used by Holy Spirit Angels. With the intelligence level of Holy Spirit Angels, they are probably equivalent to automatic responses.
The other villagers were also confused. Old Buck didn't know what to do because he was old, and they didn't know either.
Ange tilted his head and reached out towards the bucket.
Old Buck suddenly felt that his right hand was out of control and he stuffed it directly into the bucket.
I saw my right hand exuding a holy light in the water. The turbid water quickly became clear, and even the sediment that sank to the bottom of the bucket disappeared completely.
Not long after, a bucket of crystal clear water, cleaner than a spoon from a clean well, appeared in the bucket.
Old Buck and the villagers gathered around the bucket with excitement and trembling, muttering: "We are saved, we are saved, we are saved."
The image gradually disappeared, and Negris continued to circle around the stone tablet, muttering:
"This holy monument is very strange. It can assist the projection of power. Originally, the power projected to the main material plane would be attenuated by at least ten times, but with the help of the holy monument, the attenuation is much less. Ange, you project How much less power is delivered to the silver coin than the attenuation projected through the holy monument?"
Ange silently calculated and said: "Five times less."
"Tsk tsk, it's five times less. No wonder others can't defeat the Church of Light. Others' projections are attenuated more than ten times, but it is only attenuated several times. No wonder the possession of the Holy Spirit is so powerful. Even if you possess the silver coin yourself, Ange, you can't defeat the angel. Advent priest,” lamented Negris.
The prosperity of the Church of Light is really not casual, even the projection of power has advantages.
Just as he was talking, the holy tablet lit up again.
"Tsk, come again, is the business of the Church of Light so busy?" Following its words, the influence on the holy monument appeared, it was still Old Buck, and it was the same group of villagers.
"Almighty Lord, your people are suffering from hunger. Please save us and give us rich food..."
Old Buck fed the sick villagers with holy water, and it had an almost immediate effect. Everyone stopped vomiting and urinating, and began to complain that they were hungry.
The hungry and tired victims of the flood seemed to have grasped the last straw and once again dedicated their devout faith to pray for God's mercy.
Another holy crystal is condensing. It is unknown whether it is because of the last success, which made their belief stronger, so it is condensing faster.
Ange grabbed it, dug out a bag of grain, and stuffed it into the holy monument.
A bag of grain suddenly appeared in front of Old Buck.
Old Buck was shocked. Even if it was his first response from a god, why were the gods of light so happy?
No, this is wrong. Why is it different from what is described in holy scriptures and epic legends?
Ange's cheerfulness made Old Buck a little suspicious of life, but the grain bag was real, and when opened, it was full of fresh grain.
Old Buck was still a little unaccustomed to chewing the hard rice. At this time, a villager with a greasy face came over and asked tentatively: "Old Buck, should we pray to the gods again to give us some firewood? The rice is too unpalatable to chew when it’s raw.”
Old Buck glanced at him sideways and said: "As long as you have faith, the light will answer your prayers, go ahead."
The naughty villager shrank back with a sneer: "How could God respond to me, haha, haha." He still knew himself.
The Crystal Monument dimmed and lit again, very busy.
It is no surprise that the foundation of the faith of the Church of Light is too solid. There are hundreds of millions of believers, and people pray at any time and at any time. Among them, there are so many people with firm beliefs that a holy monument cannot handle it no matter what.
After Ange dealt with it several times, Negris stopped letting him continue: "Okay, okay, I probably know the function of these holy monuments. Don't respond to them, otherwise they will think that they are favored by the gods of light. All faith is projected to the gods of light."
Ange shook his head.
"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Nigris asked.
"Here, dropped here." Ange stared at something, and the ring of scales slowly appeared behind his head.
"Thrown into the Ring of Scales? The prayer you responded to and the power of faith were thrown here?" Nigris was surprised.
Ange nodded.
"But...but, this is not a godhead. Could it be that you can use the Ring of Scales to steal the faith of the light system, just like Shamara, a false god?" Negris asked.
"No, they have been coming here." Ange pointed at the Ring of Scales and said distressedly. He didn't know how to describe it clearly.
Fortunately, Negris was used to Ange's speaking style and guessed: "You mean, after responding to them, the power of faith of these believers has been invested in you?"
Ange nodded.
"Zobada, if this is the case, then you are not stealing faith, you are stealing believers, you have dug away their foundation." Negris said in shock.
Although Xia Mara stole the faith, she was still part of the Light system. Ange was simply poaching and digging up the foundations of others.
He was about to say something more, but Feilin hurried in and said excitedly: "My lord, the vegetative state has sprouted. The vegetative state you planted has sprouted."
"Has it sprouted?" Ange was a little surprised, because the one planted in the Palace of Rest has not sprouted for several days, and now this one has sprouted less than a day after it was planted?
"However, the sprouts seem to be a little wilted. Sir, please go and have a look." Feilin said urgently.
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