Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Chapter 323: Can You Produce Hundreds of Thousands of Bags of Grain? _3

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“Hehe, Lord Durken, it’s me, Piero.” Anthony chuckled.

“Eh, you’re Piero? The Undead Piero who built the Reincarnation Altar? You’ve become a servant of Light?” Durken asked.

If Anthony and Negris share a general familiarity, then his relationship with Durken is extremely intimate as Durken was the one who taught him the basics of constructing the Reincarnation Altar.

“No, no, no, my heart belongs to the Undead. In life, I am Lord Ange’s man, and in death, I remain his soul. Lord Durken, when did you wake up? I’ll chat with you later, would you please calm the people here for me first?” Anthony said hurriedly.

Ange, of course, is quite willing to harvest Faith Elemental Force. Currently, he is in dire need of Soul Flame. If he had an unlimited supply of Soul Flame, he would be able to suppress the famine on the Master Plane easily. Back then, he was able to produce one million tons of seaweed rice in just two to three days.

Adjusting the appearance of the straw hat illusion to that of Ascetic Monk An, Ange made his way step by step above the crowd.

“Ascetic Monk An, it’s Lord An, it’s Lord An!” Some people who had seen Ange or heard of the fame of ‘Ascetic Monk An’ began to shout excitedly.

Ange dropped down a bag of grain.

The crowd instantly went wild, some were shouting Ange’s name excitedly, while others frantically launched themselves onto the bag of grain, starting a scramble.

The scene immediately devolved into chaos, people pushing and shoving, grabbing and snatching, and those who were weak and starved were quickly trampled underfoot.

Seeing this scene from afar, Anthony felt a tightness in his heart. He miscalculated. If a stampede caused by the scramble for food resulted in casualties, not only would he not be able to harvest faith, but Lord Ange’s prestige would also suffer.

Too many people, too much confusion; even Anthony couldn’t think of a good solution in a short while. At this moment, everyone who was pushing, fighting, or who had fallen, felt as though they had been blown by a gust of wind, abruptly brought to their feet.

Using the Pollination Technique, Ange treated the pushing crowd as flowers. By using a second-level Pollination Technique on each person, it felt as if each person had been lifted high off the ground by their armpits, instantly suspended in mid-air.

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Those who had fallen were also picked up, those bent over were straightened, and the chaotic crowd quickly resembled a neatly organized field, all standing straight.

Everyone who had been lifted was bewildered: what was going on?

Some still tried to bend over to grab the bag of grain, only to be pulled back up again. Now everyone understood: no scrambling was allowed.

Nobody dared to scramble anymore. Everyone knelt on the ground worshipping and praying, “Long Live Lord An! Lord An, grant us food!”

“Long Live Lord An! Lord An, grant us food!”

Countless surges of Soul Flame came pouring into Ange’s body.

Ange manifested another bag of grain but did not throw it down; instead, he held it in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, an agitated voice rang out: “Lord An, what are you putting on a show for? One or two bags of grain, what can they do? There are hundreds of thousands of us here. Even if everyone gets one bag, it still wouldn’t be enough. Can you conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?”

A cold spark flashed through Anthony’s eyes as he murmured, “It’s him. He’s the agitator. More people will join him soon, and then they’ll instigate the crowd together. Lord An, charge him with a crime and judge him.”

No sooner had Anthony finished his words, several voices echoed in agreement, “Yes, Lord An, can you manifest hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?!”

“Lord An, can you manifest hundreds of thousands of bags of grain?”

“Lord An, do it, do it!”

Under the instigation of these people, the mood of the crowd began to shift. Indeed, no matter how amazing Lord An was, could he really conjure hundreds of thousands of bags of grain out of thin air?

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