Chapter 1448: Chapter 109: If You Occupy All the Pits, Others Can’t Poop

“Have you ever encountered it? The kind that carries an Array on their back, charging up for a long time, and after releasing a single strike, they shimmer like stars, then boom onto the Plane, unleashing a Faith Storm that wipes out the Gods of the entire Plane.”

“Of course, wiping out the Gods of an entire Plane is an exaggeration, but the Gods within a certain range cannot escape. They call it the Starburst Array.” Anthony then slaps his thigh, “I forgot, you’re not a God, the Faith Storm should be ineffective against you.”

“One of ours was wiped out by a Faith Storm, and it seems you have many captives like that, send me one for research,” Anthony said.

If there was only one, the Great Speaker surely wouldn’t give it away, but as Anthony pointed out which one, the Great Speaker discovered there were four such statues, so he quickly gave one to Anthony and reminded him:

“Hurry up and spread faith, how many Gods do you still retain? You all can go, here are my badges and decrees.” The Great Speaker stuffed him with some badges, scrolls, flags, and the like.

Taking the opportunity, Anthony extorted a box of Chaos Mist, which angered the Great Speaker enough to blast them onto an Airship, also having Bret ‘accompany’ them for a bit.

Bret possesses a Flash skill similar to Feiti; his ‘accompany’ meant propelling the Airship through the Void at breakneck speed, nearly pushing the Airship to pieces.

Only when the Airship accelerated to its maximum speed did Bret return, thus an Airship that should have been slow, sped through the Void at a pace comparable to a White Dragon.

Only after Bret left did Negris touch his head in confusion and ask, “What happened? Why did he suddenly tell us to go spread faith? We never mentioned such a request, why is he so generous? Giving us tens of Plane’s followers?”

Anthony smiled and said, “Maybe it’s building trust, since the Light Disaster was handled by the familiar ‘Lord of Life’, not by us, the unfamiliar Gods of refuge.”

Negris frowned and said, “What do you mean?”

Anthony explained, “You know the old tree, do you think it’s a threat?”

“Not a damn threat, it’s so stupid it almost got eaten by bugs,” Negris criticized.

“The Light Disaster was resolved by the Lord of Life, so we didn’t cause the Light Disaster…”

“He still suspects that we caused the Light Disaster? How could we cause the Light Disaster? If we had that capability, we would have already been collecting their protection money,” Negris exclaimed.

Anthony turned to Ange and said, “Sir, can you create a Light Disaster or similar Sun calamity?”

Ange was fiddling with the Chaos Mist; a box of Chaos Mist wasn’t much, at least for Ange who had once devoured all the Chaos Mist of the entire Chaos Plane, it felt like scooping a ladle from the sea, not enough to make any big moves.

Ange absorbed the first box, intending to augment his soul, but felt no change. He didn’t plan to absorb this new box of extorted Chaos Mist; instead, he was manipulating it in his hands, occasionally manifesting small things.

After playing around for a while, Ange created a dish, adjusted some saltwater, then flicked a bit of Chaos Mist into it, which slowly germinated and grew into a plant.

Well, Ange had found the most valuable use for this bit of Chaos Mist, manifesting it into seeds.

In this world, Ange had never had time to cultivate high-yield crops; without competitions like a seed conference to guide, the Druids here were not keen on improving crop yields, so Ange had to start from scratch, which was very time-consuming.

Of course, Ange didn’t mind spending time, but he hadn’t settled down yet, had no time, previously without Little Ghost, he didn’t have sufficient Divine Power to use, couldn’t use Instant Death Halo to speed up, so he hadn’t made much progress.

Now it was different, with the Chaos Mist, he could directly manifest various high-yield seeds from the Chaos Plane, no need to cultivate from scratch.

As long as he could manifest a seed, Ange could replicate a species in this world.

Now being restored is, of course, the Saline Demon Rice he’s most familiar with, not knowing which detail went wrong, the seeds only sprouted grass and not grain, but it’s fine, just need to slowly experiment.

Ange, bubbling with enthusiasm, was tinkering with it when he suddenly heard Anthony ask. He tilted his head to think, then nodded.

Negris gasped, “Can you really create a Light Disaster? How?”

Ange said, “Find stuff, throw it in.”

“What stuff to throw?” Negris asked.

Ange shook his head, “Don’t know, experiment.”

“So you mean, you also don’t know what throwing stuff into the Sun would cause a Light Disaster, and it needs to be slowly tested? Was this Light Disaster also caused by someone throwing something in?” Negris asked.

“Don’t know.” Ange shook his head and continued fiddling with the seeds.

Anthony spread his hands: “Even the Great Speaker doesn’t know, so he suspects us. You don’t really think he’s a brainless Necromancer right? From the way he talks about the Lord of Life, he seems to have lived maybe even longer than the Lord of Life, at least a hundred thousand years, the old freak.”

Negris scratched his head uncomfortably, he actually thought so as the Great Speaker did appear completely unguarded towards others.

“Excluding the Lord of Life, he probably thinks we pose no threat to him, that’s why he encourages us to spread the faith. If our faith spreads, it takes over the ecological niche of the Heroic Spirits, and even if the Heroic Spirit Legion were to come over, they’d have to clean us out first before they could occupy everyone’s will,” Anthony explained.

Negris suddenly realized, “Got it, using us to fill the spot, as long as all spots are filled, no one else can act, but is that necessary? With him watching, can the Heroic Spirit Legion get past?”

“It doesn’t necessarily have to come over. The Divine Light Alliance is so vast, it’s too easy to infiltrate. Wasn’t my previous Eastern Diocese managed tightly enough? Still, it got thoroughly infiltrated by the Insect God, Evil God, God of Knowledge, Cat God, and others,” Anthony said.

Negris rolled his eyes, “What’s that got to do with me? Isn’t he afraid that our strengthening will pose a threat to him?”

Anthony laughed, “Didn’t you catch the key point? He is letting ‘us’ spread the faith.”

Anthony gestured to everyone, “Lord of Light, God of Business, God of Knowledge, God of the Swift Wind, Goddess of Beauty, God of Farming, all of us, whenever the followers concentrate on one God, he has to intervene, someone is definitely watching us.”

“…What if one day he finds out that all divine names have been unified under a supreme existence, he might regret today’s decision,” Negris didn’t know what else to say.

“And besides, wasn’t he missing for several hundred years before? It’s probably not the first or second time he ‘disappeared’. What if the next time he comes back, the entire Divine Light Alliance is occupied by the Heroic Spirits? With us here…”

Just then, several red dots suddenly flashed in the void ahead, but the airship was moving too fast, quickly flying past and leaving the red dots behind.

Negris asked in astonishment, “Was there something that just flew by?”

Silver Coin, who had been piloting the airship, responded, “Yes, it seemed like a checkpoint, I saw it flashing, it had a ‘light–wait light–wait light wait light light light–‘ rhythm, what does that mean?”

Negris translated, “It means ‘Stop, undergo inspection, breach shot on sight’, uh, did we just breach?”

Silver Coin adjusted, saying hesitantly, “It seems like it, lots of lights lit up behind, seems like they’re chasing us.”

“So, what do we do? We didn’t do it on purpose, should we stop and show them the Great Speaker’s badge? The Great Speaker’s badge should work, right?”

“It seems, already shaken off…” Silver Coin hadn’t finished speaking when a row of red dots and several white dots with strong energy reactions appeared ahead.