Under the leadership of the six-winged archangel, no one may dare to stop him even in the City of Light, not to mention that this is Dyson's territory.
In the past, the Pope's warrant was used to force some weak-willed people to take sides. Now that the Archangel has appeared, the legitimacy of the Pope's warrant is questionable.
How to discuss it is the leader's business. Ordinary paladins, soldiers, priests and priests don't have so many complicated thoughts in their hearts, so they just kneel down.
One six-winged archangel, two four-winged angels, and eighty second-order two-winged angels. I haven’t seen so many angels in the main plane for many years. They flew into the sky, overwhelming the sky, and went straight to the place where the energy reaction was strongest. .
"Is this the magic crystal cannon? Let me have a look. Ange, come closer." Negris said.
Ange walked over directly, pressed his palm on the magic crystal cannon, and pressed it into the space.
Now, all three small magic crystal cannons were confiscated. The gunners looked at each other and found that they were unemployed.
Nigris looked around for a few times, but found that Duroken came over to take a look and was no longer interested. He couldn't help but ask: "You are an alchemist, aren't you interested in the magic crystal cannon?"
Duroken said: "I'm not interested. Just like the previous magic crystal cannon, I can make it myself. The rate of fire is too slow, the energy consumption is very large, the waste is serious, and it can only hit fixed targets."
The magic crystal cannon was invented many years ago, but it has never been popularized. In addition to the difficulty of manufacturing, it also has too many shortcomings.
Magic crystal cannons are not needed to hit fixed targets, magicians are more practical.
"I also wanted to choose to use magic crystal cannons as a defense for the world transfer station, but found that it was useless, so I finally switched to constructs." Duroken said.
"So that's it." Nigris was suddenly not interested.
"What are you going to do now? Go to the City of Light? Tie the Pope to the stake?"
As the only normal human being, Luther experienced the whole thing personally. Seeing the enemies succumb wherever Ange and Anthony went, he felt so happy that he couldn't help but talk about it.
He didn't have time to draw his sword.
"Of course not, continue to provide disaster relief." Anthony said.
The refugee camps established by Anthony on the border greatly alleviated the famine in the west, but it was far from enough. Even when the harvest season came, the famine might not be alleviated, because in many places, hungry people had already cut the bark, grass, roots and green seedlings. All chewed up.
It is foreseeable that in the next few years, the West will continue to be turbulent for a period of time due to the impact of this famine.
But it doesn't matter, Antony has come, the Holy Pope has come, the mercy of the gods has come.
Sanlid took the lead and poured into the western parish with the established bards. Every two bards were protected by forty paladins, five second-level angels, and a team of two hundred people carrying food to follow.
"Masters, please listen to me. That Anni of Guli is immoral and unethical. He refuses to save anyone and leads to famine. Archbishop Dyson wakes up from his lost ways and invites Holy Pope Anthony. Seraphim show their divine power. Peace, my Lord, Bu. Oracle, devout believers will open the way first..."
The new form of singing immediately attracted the crowd of onlookers from Wuyangwuyang, and the stories sung spread like a storm.
The gist of the story is that Gugliani was dissolute and immoral, and did nothing to save him. He just sat and watched the famine spread. Archbishop Dyson couldn't stand it any longer, so he invited Holy Pope Anthony to administer justice.
Holy Pope Anthony not only came himself, but also brought the Seraphim Archangel and the ascetic Ann. The ascetic Ann made oracles on the spot and brought food to the hungry people.
Having said this, the bard waved his hand, and the grain trucks on the roadside collectively lifted off the felt cloth, revealing the white grain underneath.
Good guy, now people who were doubtful about the story sung by the poet suddenly became convinced of this story, just like the scene when Ange threw out a bag of grain in front of the tauren aunt and asked her, "Do you believe it or not?" .
In addition to the various relief teams, Anthony also seconded a team of dragon knights, uh, borrowed them from Ange.
There were more than a hundred living dragon knights, and as quickly as possible, they collected the things that Anthony had written down in a small notebook, hoarding rare things, buying and selling by force, illegally annexing, blocking trade routes, and hindering the transfer of disaster victims,' As a result, a large number of refugees died in his territory. All the lords, landowners, nobles, royal families and the like had their homes ransacked.
In the past, rewards could only be offered, and there must be people who did not believe in evil, and there were a lot of them, so Anthony could only write them down in a small notebook, and could not do anything to them for the time being.
Now that I have the opportunity, of course I will liquidate it as soon as possible. The food money obtained from ransacking the house can also provide disaster relief nearby. Otherwise, if a large amount of food is transported in from the east, the loss will be very large. It would be better to transport less.
The whole process went smoothly. The only problem was that Ange couldn't go to the site to harvest the faith in person, which made Anthony feel guilty: "Sir, we can't make it in time. There are too many places that need relief. We will go to harvest again after the situation is more stable. "
Ange shook his head indifferently and revealed the planted godhead: "It's growing."
Ange discovered a problem. Every time the food he grew was distributed on a large scale, the cultivation of godhead would usher in a substantial increase.
Therefore, even if he is not on site, he can actually harvest a lot of faith, but he cannot harvest the faith network.
Anthony had vaguely known about the ability to plant godhead before, but now it was confirmed again. Seeing this, he couldn't help but said: "So magical? Is this kind of growth a one-time thing? Or will it continue to grow and grow godhead after one time?"
"Once." Ange responded.
Anthony said: "In other words, we must continuously provide food? Is it okay to provide food seeds?"
Nigris, who was projected on Ange, was so excited that he couldn't help shouting: "Zobada, what do you want to do?!"
Nigris vaguely guessed what Anthony wanted to do, so he couldn't help shouting, and at the same time, he mentally slapped himself hard. Why wasn't he the first to think of such a wonderful idea?
Sure enough, Anthony said: "Your Excellency provided grain seeds, and I asked all the land in the parish to be planted with new grain seeds. During next year's harvest, all the food will be grown from the seeds provided by Your Excellency."
Nigris couldn't help but sigh: "At that time, people in the entire plane will dedicate their strength to him every time they eat a mouthful of food. Even if it is less than ordinary believers, but three meals a day, the little will add up to a lot, Ange. , your planted godhead is probably the strongest."
Ange's eyes lit up: "Okay."
"Pfft! It's just what you want, right? You must like planting the Godhead the most." Nigris said angrily, unwillingly picking up the thorn:
"How can we make farmers willing to change their crops? Changing crops is very risky. Farmers' ability to bear risks is too weak. They will not just switch to new crops unless they have to. The risks are too great."
Anthony smiled slightly: "The grain seed competition is provided for free, and the church will cover it all."
The grain seed competition is famous. If there is a new champion grain seed, which farmer would not want to use it?
Not to mention the championship grain seeds, even those outside the dozen or so third runner-up, runner-up, and championship, as long as it is better than what they are growing now, many people are willing to grow it.
So why can't it be promoted? Expensive. In the last grain seed competition, a new grain seed with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per acre required one gold coin per acre of seed.
Even if the yield per acre is a thousand catties, you may not be able to make a single gold coin if you sell it all. Wouldn’t it be a loss to grow new grains?
If it can be provided for free, there will be a lot of farmers willing to switch to other crops, let alone a thousand catties per mu, even if the yield is five hundred catties per mu.
However, the best thing is that the church knows the truth. No matter how high-yielding the grain is, there are still risks, such as inappropriate climate, improper management, poor fertilizer application, insufficient soil fertility, etc. What if the harvest fails?
If the church takes care of everything, then you don’t have to worry. Even if the harvest fails, you won’t starve to death.
"Wonderful! There are even benefits to pocketing the land. Next year's production will increase significantly. If the land in pocket grows, we can collect a production increase tax of more than 10 to 20 percent. We won't lose, and neither will the farmers."
After Nigris finished speaking about what he thought was a good idea, Anthony laughed: "Where are you going to find so many people to measure whether there is an increase in production? If you really collect a production increase tax and don't have perfect monitoring capabilities, you will just wait. Farmers should hide their yields.”
Negris blushed and said unconvinced: "Ange can measure things. He can tell at a glance."
Duroken, who had been listening, couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, do you want Ange to travel back and forth across the entire plane to measure the output? Anthony is right, Naige, you know the knowledge, but Anthony understands people’s hearts.”
Nigris hurriedly walked down the slope and turned to criticize: "What if I can't grow the godhead by just growing grain?"
"Isn't there still a western parish?" Anthony turned to Ange and said: "Sir, how about I give you all the unowned land in the western parish for planting?"
What can be done? Didn’t you see that Ange’s head lit up like a chicken pecking at rice?
Nigris knew it was over as soon as he heard it. When he heard that the gods of farming and light appeared now, Ange could knock them back.
It was such a pleasant decision that I decided to participate in the Grain Seed Competition first and strive for the championship. It doesn’t matter if I don’t win the championship. It doesn’t matter if I win the third or second place.
Even though the grain seed that won the championship in the grain seed competition has already produced more than 1,000 kilograms per mu, farmers now grow crops that generally produce less than 500 kilograms per mu.
Therefore, as long as the output reaches 700 to 800 kilograms, it is provided for free and the church guarantees it, there will definitely be a large number of people.
Ange already has 700 to 800 kilograms of salty rice, and the magic rice weighs over a thousand kilograms. In the simulated magic circle, it weighs even more than 1,400 kilograms. As long as he shows his face in the grain seed competition, it doesn't matter whether he can get it or not. Ranking can attract a lot of people.
Then, all the unowned land in the western parish will be leased to Ange, even the land with owners can be used.
As long as someone is willing to plant new food, Ange can go over and sow the seeds, accelerate the germination, and then let the original owner manage it.
The food in Danhai Plane and Falling Dragon Lake is also grown in this way.
After finishing speaking, Nigris thought more and more something was wrong: "No, what's the benefit to Ange if we do this? What's the benefit to us if we provide food, work, and effort?"
"All grains are purchased by Yinguang Chamber of Commerce and have exclusive distribution rights." Anthony said.
"Zobada, what's the use of this?" Nigris scolded.
Anthony said helplessly: "Lord Naig, have you never had a businessman as your disciple before? Why don't you ask for silver coins, what is the use of exclusive distribution rights?"
Negris blushed: "Businessmen are too cunning. They want to be my disciples, but I'm not happy yet."
In order to prevent Anthony from cheating him, Naige contacted Silver Coin. As soon as he heard about the exclusive distribution rights of grain, Silver Coin shouted on the spot: "Get rich."
Negris asked tangledly: "How to make a fortune?"
Silver Coin immediately spent 100,000 words to popularize its role as an exclusive distributor, and another 100,000 words to introduce the value and destructive power of grain, a strategic material.
"Monopoly, rigid need, irreplaceability, controlling the food supply of the entire plane, I can easily earn back several times the profit of the food. As long as I do this, and then that, and then this, and then that, I can lie down Just collect the money."
Nigris was shocked to hear that the god of knowledge, the god of knowledge, was actually confused by knowledge one day.
Finally, the silver coin warned: "We must win the exclusive distribution rights of food. The food harvest in the Sunken Land has also been bumper. When the time comes, we will hedge and make money from Harvey and the Great Sage first."
"They have no money, what can you make from them?" Nigris asked angrily.
"Soul crystals. After fighting for thousands of years, Harvey and the Great Sage have accumulated a lot of soul crystals. They have no place to spend so much money. I'm really worried for them." Silver Coin said.
Nigris rolled his eyes: "I think it's because you have money but you can't make it, so you should be anxious."
Nigris reluctantly agreed to cut off contact. In fact, even if there was no reward, he would agree, because faith is the greatest reward.
To grow the Godhead, you have to do it even if there is no profit. I don’t know what you can do with the exclusive distribution rights of silver coins, but the profit of several times the grain is definitely more valuable than the grain itself.
"Let's take a walk. Let's go back to Dragon Lake first and see how the grains in the competition are doing. There will be a grain seed competition in a few days. Go back and make preparations." Nigris greeted everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw someone peeking outside the door. A guy wearing black angel holy armor, his whole body covered in armor, not even his face exposed.
In the entire Church of Light, there is only one person who would dress like this.
Nigris shouted angrily: "What are you doing in Guigui Chongchong again? What do you smell again? There are no outsiders here."
The black angel's holy armor dragged a holy shroud bag and trotted in. When he came to Ange, he opened his mask and revealed Shyamala's face: "I've seen Sir, I've met Sir Anthony."
For some reason, Ange suddenly wanted to pat her on the head, so he raised his hand and patted her on the head.
After the photo was taken, a circle of holy light appeared on Shyamala's head.
Xia Mara was stunned. When she realized what was going on, her eyes suddenly turned red: "Pure light! Sir, did you give it to me? Pure light!"
