Chapter 479 Ming Cult
Half a month later.
It is early winter, and the ground is covered with a layer of white frost in the early morning. The long winter of the Kingdom of Farouk is about to come.
After the evil god of Bryan City was driven away, the Flame Zombie Legion and the Evil Orc Legion lost their source of troops, and the number of the Flame Zombie Legion and the Evil Orc Legion continued to decrease under the attacks of the southern parishes.
Although there are still many roaming the wild, the threat to the kingdom has been greatly reduced.
Crown stood on the top floor of the castle and looked into the distance. Calculating the time, Eliza should be back soon.
Yesterday, he built a set of Moon Spirit Light Array and a Sun and Moon Altar in the valley. When the severe winter is over, he will rebuild a castle in the valley, a mansion exclusively for the Moya family, and the current Moya Castle will be rewarded to the core subordinates.
He summoned a wall of gold, his eyes sinking into the rising sun.
[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 902345/2000000; Level 1]
[Breath of Flame Dragon: 435573/500000; Level 3]
[Silver Dragon Roaring Moon: 435485/500000; Level 3]
[Sun Spear: 153260/500000; Level 3]
[Starfall: 64387/200000; Level 2]
These days, he focused his main energy on practicing Starfall. In the previous battles, he found that the combination skill of Ice and Fire was a little weak due to the power of the Lunar Law provided by Starfall, and could not maximize the attack power.
When Starfall reaches the third level, I believe his attack power will be greatly improved.
The Golden Light Curse has come to a complete standstill, and now the improvement of various skills is very slow. Of course, this slowness is equivalent to his previous efficiency.
If the other gods knew how fast he was progressing, they would probably commit suicide out of shame.
Lord came over, stood beside him, and whispered:
"Bishop, I have discovered a phenomenon these days. During the day, the temperature within the range of the magic circle is much higher than that outside the magic circle. This way, the stored firewood and coal will be sufficient.
The crops we grow are growing normally and perhaps we will be able to harvest a batch in the spring of next year.
In addition, the construction site can be operated normally during the day, and it is completely feasible to build residential houses.”
Clown raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile:
"The magic circle has turned Shattrath City into a greenhouse. I should have thought of it earlier.
Then we'll do as you say. With so many people living in the shantytown, they'll inevitably light fires to keep warm at night, and a fire could easily start if we're not careful."
"As you command," Lord paused and said:
"Duke, I would like to ask you about the issue of grain pricing. According to the news from the Good Luck Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and our own intelligence, grain prices in various places have increased to the same extent, and in some places the increase is as high as 150%.
I think the price of food in Shattrath should also be raised, but how much to raise it is up to you to decide."
The food issue is a very sensitive one, and especially in the context of reduced food production across the continent, he did not dare to act on his own.
However, as the city's population continues to grow, Shattrath will inevitably face food problems in the future.
Hungry people are in a very terrible situation, and raising food prices will make people who want to settle in cities think twice.
Clown thought for a moment and asked, "How much have the grain prices in various parishes in the kingdom increased?"
"I have made a detailed summary. Please take a look. However, the information is delayed. The current statistics are the prices from ten days ago."
Lord said this as he pulled out a document from his pocket. On it, a table clearly recorded the current grain prices in the parish. The date was marked in the lower right corner of the page.
Crown took the document and looked through it carefully before making a decision:
"We'll take a compromise figure and increase it by 50%, but don't raise the price immediately. Let's make a public announcement first and implement the new price in the middle of next month.
In addition, place an order with the Good Luck Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce to increase the purchase of grain. The more grain reserves we have, the better.
Also, the Moya family's new estate is large enough. If you plan it well, you can grow a lot of things there. You can only keep a small amount of land for brewing raw materials, and plant the rest into food and plants that produce sugars.
In particular, the planting area of sugar-producing plants must reach more than 60% of the arable land of the estate. "
Sugar is an important strategic material that can quickly provide energy to the human body. 70% of the energy needed by the human body is provided by sugar.
He discovered that the magic circle provided a unique condition - the temperature difference between day and night, which was very suitable for the growth of sugar crops and could produce more high-quality sugar.
"As you command," Lord stood up and continued, "Since the Duke came back that night and showed his might to destroy the invading enemy, many people who fled from other dioceses have expressed their desire to settle in Shattrath for a long time. They have jointly submitted a petition to you, requesting the purchase of high-quality real estate.
I suggest that we hold an auction to sell the completed properties. This way, we can get more Gold Spirit Coins."
Golden Spirit Coin is not only a currency, but also a strategic resource for extraordinary people to absorb spiritual essence and replenish magic power.
Although the Dukedom has been purchasing inferior spirit coins and converting them into gold spirit coins, there are more than 100,000 of them in the warehouse, but there is never too much resources.
"You understand auctions," Crown patted the butler's shoulder. He wanted to talk about the pre-sale thing, but after thinking about it, he decided not to say it.
The current social environment has entered a state of war, and it is inappropriate to use financial means.
"It's my honor to share the Duke's worries," Lord said solemnly. It was his honor to be a steward of a god. Of course, he had to do his best and think ahead. Otherwise, when problems arose and the Duke found him, he would be in a passive position.
"When a new force is injected into the city, order will be challenged. Send a message to City Hall and severely punish those who take advantage of loopholes to make illegal profits."
"Madam mentioned it before she left. I have informed the mayor."
As the two chatted, the sun jumped out of the horizon. Clown pointed at the gray fog in the distant sky and asked:
"These days, when the sun rises, how long will the gray fog last?"
"Yesterday I reviewed the situation over the past month. The fog lasted an average of one hour and twenty-six minutes after the sun rose. The fog slowly appeared before the sun set, about half an hour before the sun set.
As winter approaches, the daytime hours become shorter and the earth loses nearly two hours of sunshine, which is very obvious.
I specifically checked the previous records and found that the gray fog retention time in the past two months has increased by more than twice as fast as when the gray fog was first created, and there is even a trend of getting faster and faster.
I can’t imagine what it would be like if the fog covered the continent all day long. If the crops were gone, how would humans survive?”
Lord changed the subject, laughed a few times, and said with fanatical eyes:
"Fortunately, this misfortune did not befall Shattrath City.
Duke, I wonder if you have ever thought of a title to use?
You are the first human god in this era, so you must use the most resounding name!"
"Haha, I thought so too."
Crown put his hands behind his back, smiled and said nothing more.
He thought about his own name for God, and planned to call himself "Glorious God". The name of the church would be Mingjiao, and he originally wanted to call it Sun and Moon Sect, after all, he practiced both the solar law and the lunar law.
However, calling the Sun and Moon Sect too hateful, and they are the two most powerful gods in the world. After much thought, he decided to keep a low profile.
The evil god is about to revive, and if human gods fight among themselves, it will be a complete joke for the evil god.
Rivendare City, Arathi Kingdom.
The sun dispelled the gray fog, and the sunlight shone on the dome of the Cathedral of Light, making it look magnificent.
The door of the temple was gently pushed open, and the Pope's attendant walked in silently. Then he saw the Pope half lying on a chair, and another attendant was massaging his temples.
The attendant bowed and saluted, then slowly spoke:
"Your Majesty, we have received a letter of intelligence from the Kingdom of Farouk, and it is urgent."
He bent over, took a step forward, and raised the wax-sealed letter above his head with both hands.
Ayoro didn't answer, still enjoying the massage with his eyes closed.
After another two minutes, he slowly opened his eyes and said slowly, "Show it up."
The churches of several countries, including the Kingdom of Farouk, were destroyed. Ayoro was horrified and angry, but also felt a little secretly happy.
Once Farouk starts to mess up, it will inevitably distract Crown's attention. If the opponent's growth rate slows down, they will have more means to use.
He felt a little sad in his heart. The task assigned by the gods was really too difficult to accomplish.
The attendant in charge of massage took the letter, skillfully removed the sealing wax, took out the letter and handed it to him.
Ayoro shook the letter, glanced at it from top to bottom, and instantly felt bad. The first sentence of the letter completely shattered his carefully crafted arrest plan.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Crown Moya announced publicly at a meeting of high-level extraordinary people in the territory that he had advanced to the Stigma Gold level."
The light pages seemed to have an unreasonable weight. Ayoro put down the letter tiredly and remained silent for a long time.
If the goal is to become a god, then the originally perfect plan will become a piece of shit, childish and ridiculous.
The first fifth-order transcendent in the entire continent in this era, the first sixth-order transcendent, the first stigma gold. A long list of titles popped up in his mind, the weight of which almost crushed him.
'Lord, please forgive your humble servant. It's not that we don't try our best, but the target is growing too fast.'
Ayoro sat up straight, prayed silently in his heart several times, and then said:
"Help me up, and tell the Cardinal of the College of Cardinals to come to my study."
He stood up with the help of his attendant and left with a hunched back, as if he had aged many years in an instant.
In the study, the cardinals sat around the Pope and passed the letter around, and finally the letter returned to the Pope's hands.
Ayoro raised the thin sheets of paper in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, what do you think?"
No one answered and the scene was eerily quiet.
He was only thirty years old but had reached the golden level of Holy Mark. Even myths wouldn't dare to describe him like this.
"Could the intelligence be false? Perhaps it was just bullshit in an internal meeting to boost morale."
As soon as the speaker finished speaking, a skinny archbishop retorted: "No one dares to pretend to be a god. Even if you take a step back, you will never be able to stop bragging like this. Are you willing to follow a leader who is full of big words and empty promises?"
The skinny archbishop turned to look at the Pope and bowed his head slightly: "Your Majesty, this matter must be reported to the Lord immediately. The original plan cannot be implemented. Please ask the Lord for judgment."
“Second.”
“Second.”
Ayoro sighed slightly, his eyes full of kindness: "This is the only way. In two days, on the night of the red moon, you will all come with me to meet my Lord.
There is one more thing. The Luna Church has completed the transition between the old and new Popes. I have been in this position long enough. It is time to step back.
There are currently three candidates in the Church. After I meet the Lord, I will convene a meeting of all archbishops and we will elect the next Pope."
He knew that he was tired and had lost his fighting spirit. In this era, a pope who had lost his fighting spirit was not a qualified person to be at the helm.
All the cardinals and archbishops present here feel the same way.
The setting sun was crimson, and smoke rose from the city of Shattrath.
The airship landed at Moya Castle. Eliza walked out of the cabin, opened her arms to embrace the biting north wind, closed her eyes and whispered softly: "I'm back!"
Now, her attachment to this land exceeds her feelings for Dehar Manor in the Kingdom of Budamia. Of course, the biting cold wind is more majestic than the gentle warm wind!
Crown dropped from the sky, and his rose-gold wings blinded the ground crew nearby.
"Welcome home, madam." In his empty hand, a flower with golden threads and silver stamens appeared.
"I thought you were too busy to pick me up," Eliza took the light metal flower, hugged her husband tightly, and whispered in his ear:
"I love the flowers, don't even think about taking them back."
"How can I take back something I gave you? Come on, let's go back and tell me about your experience."
As he spoke, Clown held his wife's slender waist and flew into the air. In a few breaths, he flew to the roof of the main castle.
The two of them came to the study. Eliza walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of moonshine wine, and said with a smile: "I feel more and more that the wine we brew is the most fragrant and refreshing."
She took out two crystal goblets, filled them, and handed one over.
Crown took the cup with a smile:
"Now that you are home, you can enjoy it to your heart's content. I have built the Moon Spirit Light Array and the Sun and Moon Altar in the valley behind the mountain. From now on, that will be the family's residence."
"Great, great, this castle is about to become an office area, losing the mood of life."
The two smiled at each other, clinked their glasses lightly, and each took a sip.
Eliza began to talk about her experiences in the past few days. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and there were three empty bottles of wine on the table.
“Well, there is one more thing. Pope Unica wants to meet with you to discuss important matters.
She only told me it was about the gods, what do you think?"
At this moment, Eliza's face was flushed and her eyes were blurred.
"That's what I meant," Klauen turned the wine glass and said in a deep voice, "After you left on the airship, two evil gods of the Holy Mark Gold rank attacked Shattrath.
Fortunately, I upgraded the magic circle before leaving, otherwise this place would have become a pile of rubble.
I want to make a deal with the Moon God Church and obtain their secret method of gathering the power of all silver-level transcendents to fight against the evil god.
If the deal goes through, I'll be less concerned about the safety of the place while I'm gone."
Eliza was startled and asked hurriedly:
"What are the origins of the enemy? What was the outcome of the battle? Are there any follow-up attacks? If you leave, will the safety of the city be guaranteed?"
It’s scary to think about an enemy at the level of a god unleashing his power.
Clown laughed: "Your sentence contains too many questions. I will answer them one by one.
Judging from their appearance and attack methods, the enemy should come from the sea. I think they are Cthulhu's subordinates.
Dagon, Hydra, and an unknown deep diver, too many high-ranking minions under Cthulhu died in my hands, and the feud is growing. In the future, there will be a battle between us two.
The result of the battle, of course, is that the enemy is defeated."
(End of this chapter)