The fog of death's breath has no destructive power, but it is the prelude to many terrifying magics.
The wailing sound of wuwuwuwuwu echoed in the mist. Lebinia kept in mind the experience taught by her elders and remained motionless. She even slowed down her breathing as much as possible. She was a great swordsman and could even hold her breath for more than ten years. minute.
Shadows began to appear in the mist, and some huge resentful spirits floated past. The sound of their movement was like a baby crying, which made people feel terrified.
A resentful spirit came to her side and circled around her.
Rabinia remained motionless, her eyes open, but determined not to look at the wraith.
The resentful spirit abandoned her and floated away wailing.
A larger black figure appeared in the mist and slowly floated over. It held a huge scythe and floated past like the god of death.
A bigger and bigger black shadow, whose full picture could not be seen clearly. Only its majestic figure could be seen floating over the head like a city wall. Lebinia's spine went cold, and a strong fear surged in her heart. She was afraid of the giant. The fear of the creature, for fear that this majestic giant would lower its head.
This continued for more than ten minutes, and the fog of death finally dissipated. Lebinia let out a long breath, feeling that her whole body was soaked.
There were more people on the city wall than she did, and they just collapsed to the ground. The dignitaries who used to be proud and proud now seemed to have just been ravaged, their faces were ashen and they were sweating profusely.
Just a piece of resting mist can scare everyone like this. If the Temple of the Undead wants to take action, the people in the city will not even be able to think of resistance.
It turns out that they are really from the Temple of the Immortal, and they are also very high-level priests, even... the chief priest?
Thinking of this, Lebinia threw down the rope and was about to descend from the city.
"Your Majesty, Lord Count Lebinia, please wait a moment." The president of the Grain Merchant Association, a somewhat wretched little old human man, ran over quickly and said coquettishly:
"Lord Earl, our Chamber of Commerce suddenly shipped a batch of new grain at a low price. Didn't you want to buy grain a few days ago? Just in time, this batch of new grain can be transferred to you at the original price. I will have it shipped to your house right away. Please accept it, Your Majesty the Earl."
Lebinia was stunned for a moment. Not only the day before yesterday, but also during this period, Lebinia went to the Grain Merchant Guild to buy grain every day, but the people under the little old man made excuses one after another to fool her.
Not to mention new grain, she couldn't buy much old grain, so she could only deduct some from her own grain inventory to provide disaster relief. She could only get out but not get in, which made her very worried.
Although she felt sorry for the victims outside the city, she couldn't use all the food in her territory to save people and let her family starve to death.
In the past, he tried every means to fool her not to sell the grain, but now he suddenly gave her the original price of the new grain? newly arrived? What about the liar?
Also, he had never called himself 'my lord' before. He would either call him by his first name, or add 'countess' frivolously, as if 'countess' was no longer a count.
He must be too old, otherwise he would have to fight the shit out of him, Rabinia muttered viciously.
Don't be a fool if you have food, Lebinia said quickly: "Then thank you very much to the old president, I will have someone prepare the payment immediately."
"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, who can not believe in the credibility of the earl? You are even related to the Temple of the Immortal, and I would like to ask the earl to put in a few kind words in front of all the adults in the temple." The little old man said flatteringly.
It turns out that because of this, everyone with a discerning eye saw her contact with Ange and others. No, they immediately came to her to build relationships.
And the first thing to do is to buy food. At this time, food is a strategic material, and you can't buy it even if you have money, let alone the original price. This little old man can be said to have spent all his money.
Lebinia immediately said: "No problem, but I can't guarantee how the adults will react. The adults were quite angry before. They were out of the city providing disaster relief for most of the day, and no one in the city came to express condolences."
Not only the little old man, but also the leaders of the other mercenary groups who gathered around him, the business leaders of the major chambers of commerce, the presidents of the guilds, etc., all changed their expressions.
One of them said in a hurry: "What an injustice. It was the demon Tuge who stopped us. Otherwise, we would have gone to see the adults in the temple. Please ask the Earl to explain to us. We have already prepared all kinds of condolences." We have the supplies and send them out of the city now."
"Yes, yes, it's the devil Tuge who stopped us, it's all him." Tuge was dead anyway, and he wouldn't get up to refute.
"That's good, I will convey your thoughts." After speaking, Lebinia jumped down to the city, feeling secretly proud that all the adults in the temple would like this gift.
…
Nigris and others were surrounding Ange. To be honest, they were also frightened by the huge figure.
"What is that? Did you summon it?" Nigris asked.
"Okay...it seems to be Your Majesty." Duroken said.
In essence, the undead king looks like the black crystal skeleton, but it is not like this. Especially for undead creatures, they observe the outside world through their souls, which are divided into two types: active and passive.
The soul emits waves, which are reflected back when touching objects, and are sensed by the soul. This is initiative.
An individual who originally possesses soul fluctuations radiates fluctuations and is perceived. This is passive.
Your Majesty's soul fluctuations are so terrifying. In the perception of most undead creatures, it is a huge black shadow, full of oppression. As long as it is there, all other soul fluctuations will be covered up by it, making all your perceptions unclear. It's all that's left, just like the sun covering up all the starlight.
Therefore, in the minds of people like Duroken who have seen him, His Majesty is not the black crystal skeleton, but a huge black shadow, and the skeleton is just the carrier of his soul.
What just walked through the mist was the black figure Duroken had seen, but he was not sure because it was too ridiculous for Ange to summon the undead king.
Ange said: "Illusion, manifestation."
He just manifested the black shadow he had seen in the conscious space, because he found that the fog of death breath was particularly easy to manifest various things.
"It turns out to be an illusion? It's scary to death." Nigris breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It almost didn't scare him to death just now.
Anthony and Duroken looked at each other, was it really an illusion? Then why add the word 'reveal'?
Adults usually talk less, and every word they say contains a lot of meaning. Sometimes only Nigris can guess what he wants to say. Is there any other meaning to the specially added word "embodiment"?
But Nigris didn’t hear any other meaning, so he probably didn’t mean anything else...
Lebinia's voice came from far away: "My lords, Lebinia wants to see you."
She did not dare to rush over like last time, but stopped at a distance and asked loudly. This is the etiquette that should be used to treat superiors. Last time, she regarded Ange and others as liars.
Anthony hurriedly came over. After a conversation, both Anthony and Lebinia laughed with satisfaction, and the laughter filled the atmosphere with joy.
…
Under the leadership of Anthony, with the assistance of silver coins, and with the full cooperation of Lebinia, Anthony took control of Drogo City in less than two days.
He came forward to summon all the powerful people in the city, and organized a temporary management committee with Lebinia as the leader. Each force had to provide corresponding manpower and funds.
If you have money and are able to contribute, the income will be distributed in proportion to your efforts.
He deliberately brought two forces with conflicting interests and contradictions together, and then provoked them to fight among themselves, while inadvertently taking care of the weaker faction, maintaining a delicate balance of fighting without breaking up, and mutual supervision.
He also generously shared some benefits that many people would not have access to before, inspiring them to cooperate as hard as chicken blood.
At the same time, a lot of temptations are thrown out, such as 'The Temple of the Immortal has another name, the Temple of Eternal Life', 'It is difficult to die even if you believe in the Immortal God', and 'It is too easy to cut off your hands and feet and your face will age. If you can't die, why are you still afraid of this? '.
It made those little old men, old women, sunless men afraid of death ghosts and the like, wishing that the god of death would come immediately and grant them eternal life and youth.
Especially Anthony showed his hand and healed an old scar on Lebinia's arm on the spot, which further confirmed the credibility of his words.
It was too easy for a thousand-year-old magician and archbishop to play with people's hearts, and the entire committee was manipulated into submission by him.
It is too easy for a large city of 100,000 people to accommodate thousands of victims, especially now that it lacks defense forces, and the remaining victims happen to be young, strong and without families.
Anthony selected 2,000 people and put them in a barracks for closed training. The committee paid for them and fed them, but the command was given to Lebinia, and the rest were distributed to the security team and various government departments to be mixed with sand.
After such adjustments, Lebinia actually became the city lord of Drogo City, but she could not have all the power of the city lord, because the management committee was watching, and she could not do some particularly outrageous things.
"Wonderful, he is indeed an old magician. In this way, even if he is not in Drogo City, Lebinia will not be able to seize power. Others will definitely not want to."
"But in this case, without absolute authority, there are some things that Lebinia cannot do, such as invasion by foreign enemies, large-scale wonder projects, etc."
"It just makes it impossible for her to do anything. In the end, she can only find Anthony."
"So that's it, tsk tsk tsk, he is indeed an old magician."
After reaching a consensus, Yin Coin took out some deeds and bags and said: "These are the deeds for some lands that were 'confiscated' by Lord Anthony, and some were donated by believers. In the bags are the seeds of crops that Drogo often grows. , dedicated to adults, I hope you like it."
Nigris rolled his eyes, these guys have all learned to do what they want now.
…
A lot of the land deeds sent by the silver coins were wasteland. It was uneconomical to open up wasteland on such land, but for Ange, this was not a problem.
The little angel took the Holy Earth Hammer and hammered the gravel on the ground hard. Once he hammered it down, everything turned into powder.
The little zombie followed behind her, digging in the soil quickly. Because it had learned the Earth Charge, it was now connected to the earth element every time, so it was particularly easy.
Ange looks at the composition of the land and picks suitable crops.
Different crops require different nutrients from the land. Even deserts can grow grass and mushrooms. As long as there are suitable seeds, there is no place where things cannot be grown.
What's more, even if there is no land, there is still soilless rice that can be grown.
Ange happily sows the seeds, then activates the quick-death halo stone, and the crops grow wildly.
Except for the harvested crops that were selected for seeds, the rest were stuffed into the God's Domain.
The God's Domain is a sterile space where no living creature can survive, so it is very clean and even food can be processed in it.
The round devil lay quietly in the divine realm, surrounded by food and vegetables.
Ange piled the collected grain under the big iron ball, injected the soul of the hamster skeleton into it, and made it run.
Under the urging of the hamster skeleton, the big round devil swayed from side to side, crushing the grains under him, easily grinding them into powder.
"Pfft - you use the guardian-level structure to grind it into powder." Nigris said angrily.
Not only does it grind rice, it also grinds vegetables and fairy beans, grinding them all into powder and mixing them together. Ange was too lazy to knead them into balls because Duroken designed a mold for him.
A large lump of mixed rapeseed dough is stuffed into the mold, compacted, pulled horizontally, vertically and again, and the dough inside is divided into fist-sized squares.
Ange then used elemental repulsion to expel some of the water elements, and they turned into lumpy rapeseed cakes. They were all eaten anyway. Is there any difference between square and round?
While planting and making, all the original vegetables were consumed, but his divine realm was filled again, and everything that filled the divine realm was rapeseed cakes.
"Are they all mixed with elf beans?" Anthony looked at the rapeseed pancakes filled with Yishenyu and was stunned: "One piece per person, this is enough for the whole city."
Ange nodded and said, "Eat it."
Only by eating them can you accumulate soul flames and make the saplings grow faster.
Anthony hesitated: "Isn't it too wasteful to eat? One pill is enough to fill you up, does not hurt your stomach, and is rich in nutrients. This is a strategic material. With this kind of thing, it will be easier for me to spread the glory of immortality."
Ange nodded, that's okay. The soul flames dedicated by the undead believers are more powerful than those absorbed by the planted godhead.
However, not everyone is not an immortal believer, but everyone who eats rapeseed cakes must contribute to the planting godhead. The base number is large, and the total amount is actually quite a lot.
"That's good, that's good." Anthony didn't know what he thought of, and couldn't help but get excited.
Anthony prepared a warehouse and asked Ange to move all the canola cakes in God's Domain into the warehouse.
Two days later, Ange continued to farm in the wild, but Anthony led the people and escorted a dozen tied people over.
Negris asked inexplicably: "Who are these people? Why are they being brought here?"
Anthony laughed: "I fished it out with rapeseed cakes. I brought it here to prove one thing. Sir, can you accept the belief in the light? If so, should we accept the Light Church?"
