Chapter 1440: Chapter 1001 Are you satisfied with this effect?

The airship slowly descended toward the Great Speaker’s position, and after piercing through the clouds, a vast expanse of plains was revealed before everyone’s eyes–entirely composed of large swathes of farmland, a great river meandered through, stretching to the horizon.

Not good! Negris’ heart clenched, turning his head toward Ange, who indeed had sparkling eyes, ready to surge out.

It’s been a very long time since Ange touched farmlands this perfect. Ever since crossing over, everywhere he planted things, it was either barren, desolate, or fragmented. A boundless plain like this was the dreamland every farmer yearned for.

When Ange first started constructing the Dimensional World, what he manifested was exactly this kind of boundless plain, plus a river winding through it. With proper management and high-yield crops planted, it could nourish creatures from several planes.

However, at this moment, the crops on the plains looked ‘disheartened,’ with yellowing leaves, bent stalks, drooping seed heads, some even sporting black patches as if they were scorched by fire.

“This… this is too severe, isn’t it?” While speaking, Negris embraced Ange.

Anthony also frowned: “At this rate, it won’t last three days. There’s no time for me to make arrangements, and besides, many of the crops aren’t ripe; even if harvested, they’d be inedible.”

Ange reached out and tapped Little Sapling.

Little Sapling, groggy, propped up its head: “Yah–”

“Awoo.” Ange said.

Little Sapling nodded, indicating it understood. Ange then pushed Negris aside and bolted out of the airship, leaping down.

“Ah, this Dead Skull.” Negris knew it would be like this; seeing farmland, Ange could never stay put, how could he just watch idly as so many crops withered away in front of him?

Anthony also let out a wry smile but quickly composed himself and said, “Forget it, at worst we’ll just lose some clones, it’s fine. If we drag this out too long, this season’s harvest will be a total loss, and more people will die. I’ll go find the Great Speaker right away.”

In fact, Ange’s decision was better, though it might reveal his identity, at worst it meant losing several clones, yet it could save an entire plane.

Before Little Ghost arrived, if Ange suffered physical loss, his consciousness would retreat to the Chaos Plane, and projecting back over would be troublesome, as it’s difficult to pinpoint the location.

But now that Little Ghost was here, at worst, he could retract back and project over using Little Ghost as a fulcrum, he could even potentially propel his actual body over.

However, when Anthony made plans, Ange’s safety was the highest priority. If Ange did not wish to take risks, then he would make the lowest risk plan. If Ange wanted to take risks, then he dared to act boldly and decisively.

Anthony had the guts to cause a Schism in the Church and seize the Pope’s hat, not a timid bone in his body. But since Ange only liked farming and had no greater ambitions, Anthony naturally kept a low profile.

Seeing that Ange had landed, Anthony immediately flew out of the airship, heading towards the Great Speaker in the distance on the horizon.

Approaching the Great Speaker, Anthony spoke loudly, “Great Speaker, I have a way to save these crops. Are you willing to give it a try?”

Near the Great Speaker, there were already many high-ranking Undead beings busy working, at least Golden Skeletons and above. There were also quite a few Mourning Undead Soldiers and about five or six Mourning Skeletons, including the earlier Bret.

Bret’s main job was to move things; the harvested grains were tied into a mound resembling a small hill, which Bret, hugging the hill, ‘swooshed’ and disappeared.

However, it was heartrending that the rice was not yet ripe, with the majority still green. Harvesting at this stage meant there was hardly any sugar content in the rice.

In another seven or eight days, the rice could have matured. If they could just hold out for that time, a great harvest would be assured, but now everything was ruined, and the Great Speaker’s heart was bleeding.

Why would the Light Disaster occur all of a sudden? Living for countless long years, he had never encountered such a situation. What exactly had happened?

This plane was a major food-producing region for the Divine Light Alliance and one controlled by the Great Speaker himself. Although an Undead, he understood what stabilizes a society: control the food supply, and even if the Divine Light Alliance fell into chaos, it could not go far.

What worried the Great Speaker even more was that this phenomenon might not be limited to just one plane. What if other planes were also affected like this? What if not just the crops, but forests and grasslands too, were impacted?

If all the plants on a plane withered, and the ecology was destroyed, then all the animals would die off as well – that would be the greatest disaster.

Should all the people be turned into Undead beings?

As he was filled with apprehension, he suddenly heard someone say, “I have a way to save these crops.” The Great Speaker almost jumped up, looking up to see it was Anthony, he asked eagerly, “What way?”

“It’s complicated, and I can’t explain it in a short time. Are you willing to try? If so, let’s get started,” Anthony asked.

“Ah? Start now? For free?” The Great Speaker was astonished.

He had thought Anthony might have some schemes, but his readiness to start without any demands didn’t seem like a plot. Could there be any consequences of such a scheme more serious than the complete crop failure and death of all plants on the plane?

Anthony replied impatiently, not with an answer but with another question: “Is it annoying or not? Are you willing to try it? One, willing; two, not willing. Please choose.”

Anthony was indeed in a hurry; if he didn’t make a choice soon, Ange might make a move, and then he might not reap any benefits.

“Two two two two, I choose two.” The Great Speaker was flustered by Anthony’s attitude, afraid of losing the opportunity by choosing too late.

Anthony landed on the ground, reached out with both hands in front of him, grabbed his Wand, and slammed it into the ground, mumbling to himself.

First, set up the act, no matter when Ange made his move, he could keep bluffing, pretending and deceiving was his forte.

Luckily, Anthony bluffed quickly; just about ten seconds after he slammed down the Wand, the ‘wind’ started.

No, not really a wind, but the rice stalks began to sway, those that were previously drooping and bent over the ground were now rustling as if swaying with the wind.

With each sway, the stalks straightened a bit more, with each sway, the condition of the rice improved. Swinging and swaying, all the stalks stood upright.

Seeing this scene, the Great Speaker, Bret, and all the surrounding Undead turned their eyes to it. Yet, Anthony was very theatrically keeping his eyes closed, murmuring to himself, a holy light radiating from him slowly, his face solemn.

The ‘wind’ did not stop. The originally green ears of rice continued to sway; with each movement, they grew a bit, with each movement, they turned a bit yellower.

Eventually, the golden ears of rice, heavy with grains, bent the stalks once again, the rice drooped to the ground again, but this time, the drooping signified the weight of a bountiful harvest.

The rustling stopped, and Anthony finally opened his eyes, smiling as he said, “There, how about that for a result?”