Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005: Chapter 574 Something Emerges Chapter 1005: Chapter 574 Something Emerges Two instances of Undead Godhood, one in the original body, one in this body.

When Ange revealed the two instances of Godhood, everyone was shocked, “Why are there two Undead Godhoods?”

“This one, the original, the shadow, this one, mine,” Ange explained with difficulty.

Negris said, “I know, I’m asking why there are two Undead Godhoods, what did you do? Isn’t Godhood supposed to be unique?”

Ange scratched his head in distress and shook his head, “Don’t know, I, Holy Fire, belief, just like that.”

Such a helpless tone nearly drove Negris mad with frustration–he had mixed in for so many years, and only managed to ignite one Divine Fire, while Ange already had five or six Godhoods, and now there were even two of the Undead Godhood?

“It’s probably because the two worlds are too far apart, and the faith network is not connected, resulting in the formation of a second faith network. However, this network had no focal point and kept lingering around the Undead Holy Fire until the Lord came into contact with the Holy Fire. Only then did this network find its focus and form a second Undead Godhood,” Anthony speculated.

However, these were all wild guesses. Although he had read numerous religious scriptures and legends and burned many of them, he really didn’t know how the faith systems of two completely isolated worlds operated.

“Focal point? So the Goddess of Redemption’s faith network can’t form Godhood either because it lacks a focal point?” Negris asked in confusion, “What is a focal point?”

After pondering for a moment, Anthony finally looked towards Negris, and with this action, Durken also came to a realization and turned his gaze to Negris.

Only Negris did not catch on, asking perplexedly, “Why are you looking at me?”

“The focal point might just be your crow mouth, haven’t you thought about how many fires you’ve started?” Anthony said.

“Pfft, what has that got to do with me? If I say Ange is the God of Light, could he really support the God of Light’s faith network?” Negris responded irritably.

Anthony shrugged, “Who knows, maybe he could if you said it a few more times.”

“Bah, Anthony doesn’t babble, Anthony peeps at Minotaurs bathing, Anthony doesn’t bathe…” Negris started ‘speaking’ incessantly.

Anthony quickly leaned in close to the Little Angel and began muttering softly.

Negris immediately clamped his mouth shut and retreated behind Ange, wary that the Little Angel might leap over and smack him in the eye socket.

Seeing that they had no better explanations, Ange had no choice but to annoyedly start researching on his own.

Two instances of Undead Godhood, one on the original body, the other on this body, separated by two worlds, but seemingly capable of resonating with each other.

The anomaly of the Undead Holy Fire attracted the attention of all the participants of the Holy Fire Festival, with some older folks unable to hold back and kneeling down to pray silently.

The Undead Temple had struggled to reach today’s scene, and priests like Kent had a great deal of responsibility. Blaming the divine power for not being shown was a grave mistake.

The Church of Light in the Master Plane hasn’t shown many miracles in the recent millennium, but its growth has far surpassed that of the past. Why? Because spreading faith doesn’t require miracles, just pretense.

Some say that bringing the dead back to life is a miracle; isn’t creating Fireballs from thin air also a miracle? Isn’t summoning Rock Giants a miracle? Isn’t controlling a Typhoon a miracle?

What gods can do, wizards can also do; there is no difference to ordinary people. If miracles can kill, can’t Fireball Techniques also kill? The important thing is to pretend well.

If the Purification spell can clean water, it can be dressed up as the holy Light, then couldn’t an electric shock spell that zaps the Little Fat Dragon to life be masqueraded as a Resurrection Technique?

If Anthony were the High Priest, the Undead Temple would have dominated the entire Plane by now, not fallen into this circus-like state with even the temple collapsed.

Anthony was very skeptical that Kent had invited the Undead Holy Fire away not to collect faith, but because the temple was in disrepair, and he hurriedly left for fear of being crushed by it.

If the Undead Temple was in such a state, you could imagine how devotional the believers were. The vast majority of people came for the ‘festival’, not to pay tribute.

Everyone loves a festival, after all. Gathering together, bustling and merry, cheerful and happy – it’s a shopping festival, bustling more than any market day, with merchants from every place flocking together, haggling over prices, allowing everyone to purchase a load of cheap goods.

Carnival and shopping, that’s the real theme of the Holy Fire Festival.

But that’s a theme for the young. Most of the elderly who come here are still seeking peace of soul. The older they get, the more reverent they become towards the Holy Fire.

Feeling their bodily functions decline, these elders are filled with a fear of death when it takes them ten minutes or more just to climb out of bed every day they open their eyes.

That’s why I say, Kent and these priests are so incompetent. Fear is the best way to spread faith. Intimidate them a bit, and faith comes running, yet they’ve turned it into this mess.

Noticing the anomaly in the Undead Holy Fire, the elderly started muttering their prayers.

Ange could receive these prayers most clearly, and they were also the easiest to fulfill. For example, everyone’s requests were for ‘good health’, ‘not to be deaf or have blurred vision’, ‘not to wet the bed at night’, and occasionally, a ‘hope to be able to stand’ was already too much to ask.

This was easy for Ange, who was accustomed to the principle of equivalent exchange. When he sensed sufficient Soul Flame, he would return a Face Purification Technique.

Then, these devout elderly would feel a flash of light and a warm current slowly surging through their bodies.

The Face Purification Technique was not any ordinary Healing Spell. It had the effects of healing, purification, and revitalization; it could even freshen up a withered Witch, let alone these still alive elders.

The elderly have a lot of health issues, and curing just one or two could make them feel much better. So, one after another, they began to shiver and perked up.

“This… this… miracle, a miracle this is. The Undead God has shown a miracle,” an old man exclaimed in shock as he opened his trousers.

An old man with a large sore on his back was shocked as he lifted his shirt; the large sore on his chest was visibly healing to the naked eye.

An elderly person with cataracts lifted their hands to their eyes and watched incredulously. Before, they could only see their hands as vague dark shadows, but now they could surprisingly see the lines on them clearly.

“What’s happening? How can this be? Is the Undead God watching over us?” Feeling the Divine Power, the elderly began to kneel down, devoutly bowing to the Undead Holy Fire.

Seeing the miracles happening to the old people, the others couldn’t help but kneel down as well. Under the prayers of the people, the Undead Holy Fire blazed fiercely.

Equally astounded was Kent, who looked at the Undead Holy Fire in surprise, then at Ange in shock; he could feel a connection between the two.

Watching him like this, Anthony couldn’t help but stomp on his foot, “What are you spacing out for? Get moving and preside over the festival. With such a good opportunity, what are you waiting for?”

Kent still seemed to be in a daze, and Anthony, unable to stand it anymore, slapped his chest, and his body emitted Soul Flame, quickly condensing it into a pitch-black priest’s robe, spreading black mist as it floated toward the Holy Fire.

“Oh Undead Spirits, Souls of Eternity, we are your most devout followers. We thank You for the blessings You have bestowed, for healing our pain, for soothing our wounds, thank You–”
“Thank You–” Anthony’s prayer wasn’t anything profound or obscure, plain and easy to understand so that even the common person could recite along.

The Undead Holy Fire suddenly flared up significantly.

Negris snorted disdainfully, muttering incomprehensibly to himself, “Death God’s Staff.”

Ange watched the surging Soul Flame come rolling in. As he selected some to return back, suddenly, the ground rumbled vigorously, and something slowly emerged from the ruins of the distant temple.