Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 695 - 392 War of Gods_1
Chapter 695: Chapter 392 War of Gods_1
It was the voice of the God of Arbitration, a tone full of astonishment. So astonished, in fact, that even with the unbending heart of a god, he almost lost control.
What is this place? This is the consciousness space of the Master God. Even he, the dignified God of Justice and Arbitration, needs to rely on the surge of fear-infused faith to enter here.
He spent hundreds of years developing this method. Why can others do it, too?
This is like getting ready to inherit his father’s nobility and wealth, only to discover that he had an elder brother who had already claimed them.
The Hemel Locust Disaster that occurred over eight hundred years ago was the first time the God of Arbitration discovered that he could enter the consciousness space of the Master God. He wasn’t clear on how he did it. After suppressing the Locust Disaster in Hemel, he found the situation has disappeared.
The God of Arbitration strongly suspected that this situation was related to the Locust Disaster. For the next few hundred years, he tried to find the connection between the two. However, he soon discovered that he could occasionally perceive the consciousness space of the Master God when heaven-sent disasters occurred.
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After a few hundred years of trial and error, the God of Arbitration gradually understood the operating mechanism of this place and found many patterns.
It wasn’t until two years ago, when the locust outbreak occurred again in Hemel and the Black Mountain Kingdom was destroyed, that the God of Arbitration felt the deepest, clearest despair and fear, thereby confirming his suspicions of the past few hundred years.
The fear of believers was the root of this connection. The fear generated by the locust plague was the most lasting and clear, because the fear caused by hunger was the most profound and enduring.
Other forms of tortures, killings, and wars could produce stronger fear, but it would soon surpass a threshold. The human body would secrete certain substances to suppress this fear, making it hard to sustain.
Having found the cause, he sought a way. If he could freely enter and exit the consciousness space, could he manipulate the Master God?
After a series of experiments, he succeeded. During the Sorrow Angels’ devastation and destruction of crops, even people who had gone through last year’s famine but were not short of food at the moment had an uncontrollable surge of fear.
With this wave of fear, the God of Arbitration entered the consciousness space and manifested as a belief in fear.
Such beliefs were easy to disperse, so he continually swallowed other fears to grow into his current form.
Weirdly enough, there were many fear-based beliefs in the beginning, but they quickly decreased. He wouldn’t encounter one for half a day.
After returning consciousness to his body, he discovered that all creatures across the plane were eliminating Sorrow Angels. As people were no longer panicked, the ideas of fear dramatically decreased.
Out of necessity, he had people initiate the Ritual of Terror, using the fear of seven to eight hundred thousand people from the City of Light to continue growing.
It was with great effort that he managed to do all this, so when now he saw others easily doing the same, how could he not be shocked?
What’s more, there wasn’t just one person, but a tree and a dragon. What did this mean? Were they out for a walk?
Ange tilted his head, not answering, instead shifting his attention to the orb of light and those shadowy believers.
Normally, he wasn’t one for socializing. That was Negris’s role. Now that Negris was not here, the Dragon God and Little Sapling were his manifestations so would naturally not engage in conversation. Even if he wanted to converse, what would he say?
The Dragon God’s voice sounded just as Ange’s attention turned to him: “The Sea of Thoughts, all changes here must conform to the law of collective thoughts. As for the God of Light, here, it must be the only light amidst the darkness.”
Indeed, that was the case. Whether it was the God of Arbitration or those shadowy believers, all were as black as pitch. There was no color, no vibrance in them.
But as the Dragon God finished speaking, a second ray of light emerged from the God of Arbitration’s hulking body. A giant, light-emanating figure slowly emerged from him, holding a sword with its eyes closed.
As the figure opened its eyes, two blinding light rays burst forth, piercing the void, aiming straight for Ange.
The thick spear of light was even brighter than the Holy Light Flash of the Little Angel, by several tens of times.
Ange subconsciously tried to dodge, but a giant leaf had already shielded him. The thousand-meter-high Little Sapling lowered a leaf, like a wall, completely covering Ange.
The beam of light scorched the Little Sapling’s true leaf, causing it to smoke. The Little Sapling sent out a panic message: Burn-Burn–Growth–Burn-Burn–Growth–
Seeing this, what was originally a ‘tall’ sapling growing over a thousand meters high quickly grew in height, volume, and toughness.
The giant of light and shadow halted the pillar of light and swung the sword in his hand. The colossal light sword descended from the sky: “Judgment!”
The massive light pillar skipped over the foliage of the Little Sapling, landing directly on Ange, as if it were a sword technique descending from heaven.
Ange didn’t dodge. He was still in the form of a Holy Light Spirit at this moment, and the power of the light sword did not instill in him any kind of fear.
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As expected, the light sword hit him, and he was unscathed.
The God of Arbitration roared in anger: “What on earth are you! Why can’t the power of the Master God harm you!?”
The Judgment’s Sword harnesses the power of the Master God’s domain, yet it can’t hurt the enemy in the slightest. Why? Why does someone have such high compatibility with the power of the Master God?
With his furious roar, the bag on his body opened up, and countless beliefs of people flowed out, most of them murmuring: “Hungry – Hungry – Hungry -” and drifted towards Ange.
At the same time, bubbles began to boil on the surface of the light sphere, bearing countless more figures of belief. The figures shouted diverse words. Some cried ‘Pain’, some ‘Ugly’, and some ‘Poor’. They all rushed forward together.
Their numbers were too great, transforming into several tentacle-like chains stretching in mid-air.
Ange flicked a finger, and a graceful figure manifested beside him. With a long rope in one hand and a Life-Saving Hammer in the other, although her face wasn’t clear, she was the spitting image of the Goddess of Redemption.
The Dragon God’s voice rang out just in time: “The consciousness space of the God of Light, which should be the home field of Light’s power. However, since the power of both sides is highly homogenous to the power of Light, neither can get the better of each other. The God of Arbitration has to resort to launching an attack of beliefs, utilizing these resentful beliefs to attack you.”
The Goddess of Redemption flew up. As if a goddess had descended to earth, her body radiated a soft glow.
Those belief figures crying ‘Pain’ were under the illumination of this glow. Their bodies unexpectedly revealed color and light as if they had returned to normal.
Once restored to normal, these figures gradually dissipated.
The Dragon God said: “The power of redemption makes them free from pain and answers a previously puzzling question. Why did the Goddess of Redemption become so unfortunate upon meeting you? You’ve healed too many people; in the struggle for faith, the Goddess of Redemption can’t outcompete you.”
Ange has already grown accustomed to the Dragon God chittering in his ear. Without stopping, he flicked another finger.
Another figure was manifested by him, an owl – a straw owl.
Flapping its wings, this straw owl flew forward. Where it passed, the void turned into a fertile field, a field full of crops. The crops were laden with ripe ears of grains, which dropped heavily and transformed into loaves of bread.
Those figures of belief shouting ‘Hungry’ immediately changed their course, rushing towards these loaves of bread. Catching and biting into the bread, their faces showed satisfied smiles.
With colors and luster showing on their bodies, they dissipated amidst satisfied and happy smiles.
“The God of Farming disperses hunger.” The Dragon God said.
Ange flicked his finger, and a goblin dragging a bag of money manifested. As it walked forward, it sprinkled gold coins. Those figures of belief crying ‘Poor’ immediately followed.
With another finger flick, a beautiful elf holding an ear of grain with a rolled-up trouser leg materialized. Ange couldn’t imagine what the Goddess of Beauty looked like, but everyone said that Gailard was the most beautiful, so it should look this way.
Under the gaze of the Goddess of Beauty, the belief figures shouting ‘Ugly’ disappeared one by one, all smiling in joy.
With another flick of his finger, Lisa appeared. Undoubtedly, Lisa was the incarnation of the Harvest Goddess. With a maternal smile on her face, her gaze passed over several figures of belief.
The belief figures that she gazed at all had their stomachs swell up rapidly – Conceiving with a Glance.
The God of Knowledge, the God of Balance, were manifested one by one. Finally, a towering figure appeared behind him – the entire void could barely contain it – the Undead God.
“Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” The Judgment God let out a desperate wail.
