The three guys didn¡¯t do anything else, they just squatted on the ground in a circle and watched the godhead slowly dissipate.
"Why is this? Can't an undefined godhead exist alone?" Negris asked curiously.
This godhead is planted in the ground, not ignited by the fire of faith. In other words, it has not been defined and is blank.
The power of belief in the Harvest Goddess comes from human beings' desire for a good harvest, the power of belief in the Immortal God comes from people's pursuit of eternal life, and the power of the gods of light comes from people's yearning for light.
This godhead has no source of faith. Is it because of this that it cannot be maintained?
"How do I know? I'm not a god. By the way, you seem to be a god, even though you only have one believer." Duroken said casually, making Nigris roll his eyes.
Scattered and scattered, after the godhead shrunk by half, one of the four auxiliary palaces in the distance, the last unlit Witch's Palace, suddenly lit up.
"Hey, the Palace of Rest has stopped? So that's it, I understand." Only then did Duroken notice the situation of the Palace of Rest, and said with sudden realization.
Nigris quickly asked: "What happened? Come on, tell me."
They are all curious to death. Locke's Palace has been activated inexplicably, Duroken's Palace has been activated inexplicably, and the current Witch's Palace has also been activated inexplicably. There seems to be no connection between them.
Locke¡¯s Palace is due to the liquid of death breath, but now the Witch¡¯s Palace is due to the energy dissipated by the godhead. Does it mean that the corresponding energy needs to be injected to activate these palaces? What energy does the main hall need?
Duroken explained: "When I originally designed the Palace of Rest, I used the multi-dimensional stacking method to build it. Don't look at them on the same plane. In fact, each palace belongs to a separate Dimension, only when the energy of the space remains balanced can the Palace of Rest operate normally.¡±
After thinking about it, Duroken clapped his hands and said: "In order to prevent a certain kind of energy from being lost, such as the king not being at home, causing imbalance, I designed several insurances. There are seventeen kinds of energy. As long as seven of them are balanced, everything will be fine." There will be no problem. There are seventeen basic energies, and it is impossible to lose eleven of them at once."
"In addition, the exchange of matter in space must also abide by the principle of equivalent exchange. To take out things here, the same matter or energy must be put in."
When Duroken said this, Ange tilted his head, and Nigris also patted his akimbo muscles: "So that's it. No wonder Ange has to inject soul energy every time he transfers crops."
"Soul energy? Transfer crops?" Duroken asked without knowing why.
Nigris explained, and Duroken frowned and said: "You mean the dimensional space positioning transfer bracelet? What is the ratio? It doesn't make sense. It may be a problem of dimensional balance. Under normal circumstances, it cannot be used to transfer matter like this. With more energy replenishment, so much soul energy can be transferred to dozens of kilograms of crops? You are really rich, don¡¯t you know how to use the world transfer station?"
Of course it will. Nowadays, large quantities of crops on the farm are moved through the world transfer station, and the same goes for fertilizers.
"You mean, when things are put in and out through the bracelet, the ratio should be similar to that of the world transfer station? We spent money in vain before?" Negris asked heartbrokenly.
Du Luoken nodded, and then ignored the little fat dragon squatting on the ground and drawing circles, and continued: "I have set up so many insurances, why does the Palace of Rest still stop spinning? And why does it just stop spinning and not What about collapse?¡±
After thinking for a while, Duroken figured it out and said: "The king left, and the Locke Witch also left, and then there was the rupture of the cemetery. It lost most of its mass in an instant, so it stopped. But why Is it stalling, not collapsing? If everything is missing to such an extent, the multi-dimensional overlap will definitely collapse. Did you do anything at that time?"
Duroken was puzzled. For example, a bridge originally required seven piers to maintain. Now seventeen piers have been built. He thought it was foolproof. Who knew that more than eleven piers collapsed in one go, but the bridge still remained intact. , but the entrance and exit are closed.
Rather than why eleven bridges collapsed in a row, Duroken was more curious about how the bridge with less than seven piers left did not collapse.
"You ask me? I am sealed in a book, what can I do." Nigris said.
Duroken looked at Ange again, and Ange tilted his head: "Grow vegetables."
"Oh, by the way, you used to be a vegetable-growing skeleton. I almost forgot. Maybe you slept for too long and your memory is not very good." Duroken scratched his head and said sadly: "That's not right, you are a skeleton." Skeletons can grow moreIf you use it, you must convict the instigators on the spot and frighten others into staying. Only the shackles of your original sin can do this. "
Anthony can also wear the shackles of original sin, but he needs to rest for a while. There are too many instigators in the crowd, and he is afraid that he can't handle it.
?????????????????????????????? As the name of ¡®Ascetic An¡¯ has spread among believers, it has now become more useful than him, the archbishop acting as pope.
Although the archbishop acting as pope seems very majestic, when public sentiment is raging, everyone is more willing to trust the kind old priest in the nearby neighborhood, and the identity of the ascetic monk happens to be not so high-ranking.
"Get out of the way, let me take a look." A voice sounded from Ange that was unfamiliar but somewhat familiar to Anthony.
Duroken is projected onto Ange. Don¡¯t think that only Negris can project it. Everyone is in the Palace of Rest. Everyone has a soul-level connection with Ange. As long as Ange agrees, Duroken can also be projected. .
"Hiss - what's going on? Such strong divine power of light, these people are believers of light? Do you want to harvest the faith of believers of light? Did I hear you correctly?"
Anthony thought of something and asked in disbelief: "Lord Duroken?"
"Do you know me?" Duroken asked in surprise, and his thoughts swept over Anthony: "Hey, such a strong holy power of light? This is not at least an archbishop? What's going on? Did you betray the light, or did you Surrendered to the light?"
"Hehe, Lord Durocan, I am Piero." Anthony chuckled.
"Uh, are you Piero? The undead Piero who built the altar of reincarnation? Have you become a lackey of the light?" Duroken asked.
??????????????????? If Anthony is only familiar with Negris, then he is very familiar with Duroken. The basic construction of the Reincarnation Altar was taught to him by Duroken.
"No, no, no, I sincerely want to die. I am Lord Ange's person in life, and I am Lord Ange's soul in death. Lord Duroken, when did you wake up? I will talk to you later. Sir, please help me clear this place first. Comfort him." Anthony said urgently.
Ange is of course very happy to have the power of faith to harvest. He is very short of soul flames now. If there is unlimited soul flames, he can suppress the famine in the main plane with his backhand. He spent 100,000 tons of seaweed rice back then. It took two or three days to get out.
Adjusting the appearance of the scarecrow's hat into the shape of the ascetic monk Ange from last time, Ange walked step by step and volleyed over the crowd.
"Ascetic An, it's Master An, it's Master An!" Some people who had seen Ange or heard the name "Ascetic An" shouted excitedly.
Ange threw a bag of rice down.
People around him instantly went crazy. Some shouted Ange¡¯s name excitedly, and some frantically threw themselves at the grain bags and started fighting over them.
The scene immediately became chaotic. Everyone was pushing and jostling, and some of the weak and hungry ones were immediately trampled under their feet.
Seeing this scene from a distance, Anthony's heart tightened. He had made a mistake. If there was a stampede due to food and people died, not only would the faith not be harvested, but the lord's prestige would also be damaged.
There were too many people and it was too confusing. Anthony couldn't think of any good solution for a while. At this moment, all the people who were pushing, fighting, and falling felt like they were being blown by a gust of wind, and they were forcefully blown away. Pulled higher.
??Pollination technique, Ange regards those pushing people as flowers, and uses the second-level pollination technique to roll everyone up, what is the equivalent of it? Everyone was lifted up high with their armpits crossed, and they were off the ground in an instant.
Those who fell were pulled up, and those who were bent were straightened. In an instant, the chaotic pile looked like a tidied crop field, with every root straight.
The people who had been pulled out were all confused. What happened?
Someone wanted to bend down to get the grain bag, but was pulled out again. Now everyone understood that they were not allowed to grab it.
No one dared to grab it anymore. Everyone knelt down on the ground and worshiped devoutly: "Long live Lord An! Lord An, give me food!"
"Long live Lord An! Lord An, give me food!"
Endless soul flames rushed over and poured into Ange's body.
Ange turned another bag of grain out, but instead of throwing it away, he held it in his hand and tilted his head to think.
At this moment, an excited voice rang out: "Mr. An, why are you pretending? What can one bag or two bags of grain do? There are hundreds of thousands of us. One bag cannot save everyone. Can you change Will you provide hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"
Anthony's eyes flashed coldly, and he murmured: "That's him, he's the instigator. Someone immediately agreed with him, and then started agitating together. Sir, convict him and judge him."
As soon as Anthony finished speaking, several voices echoed: "Yes, Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!"
"Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"
"Mr. An, change, change!"
Under the instigation of these people, everyone's mood began to become wrong. Yes, no matter how powerful Mr. An is, can he conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of food out of thin air?
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As soon as Anthony finished speaking, several voices echoed: "Yes, Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!"
"Mr. An, can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?"
"Mr. An, change, change!"
Under the instigation of these people, everyone's mood began to become wrong. Yes, no matter how powerful Mr. An is, can he conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of food out of thin air?
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