"Are you sure you can grow a god? Only if you have godhead." Negris asked.

Ange nodded.

"That's enough. We just need to ignite the divine fire of the God of Beauty and the God of Planting. Adding this, we will have six gods. But, what do we need six gods for? Did Ximala say anything else?"

Nigris asked.

Ange shook his head.

Leaving the Palace of Rest and returning to his body, Nigris was still chattering there: "What do you need six gods for? What do you need six gods for?"

Ange suddenly used the faith fire of the God of Planting, and said with some confusion: "It is growing."

The faith fire of the God of Planting has grown in size. It used to be just a small flame, about the size of a finger, but now it is the size of a palm.

"What did you do? When did it start to grow? Did a large number of believers of the God of Planting suddenly appear?" Negris grabbed Ange's hand excitedly and asked with eyes wide open.

The Faith Fire of the God of Beauty had not changed before, so Nigris didn't pay much attention to the Faith Fire of the God of Planting. Unexpectedly, it suddenly grew in strength.

Ange thought for a while: "Seven days ago."

"Why are you telling me now about what happened seven days ago?" Nigris was furious.

This dead skeleton is indifferent to things other than farming. Even if the Xinhuo grows stronger, he won't say anything. If it weren't for this Liushen incident, I don't know when he would think of it, right?

Seven days ago, what happened seven days ago?

The crops were harvested that day and then transported to the main plane for Anthony...

Thinking of crops, Negris subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the planting area, looked in that direction, and saw streaks of white smoke slowly rising in that direction.

Negris had an ominous premonition and turned to look at Ange.

Ange hadn't noticed it yet. He was holding the God of Planting's trust fire and looking at it blankly.

How I hope he never finds out, otherwise this plane will explode...

"Ange, don't get excited, just look over there." After all, you have to face it, Nigris said bravely.

Ange took a quick look and ran out, running wildly out of the sandbank and onto the waterway. He thought he would sink, but he didn't. He only saw the soles of his feet stepping on the air.

Just like stepping on a real object, he stepped on the air and ran in a straight line in the direction of the white smoke.

Nigris didn't know what to say. Isn't this just lightning flying through the air? Ange was so anxious that he forced it out.

In the planting area, Gulugu and his tribe dragged a big bag and swam quietly under the floating rubber board. As they swam, they took out stones from the bag and sprinkled them in the waterway.

After they swam over for a period of time, the rocks reacted with the water and exploded. The surrounding water quickly boiled and smoked, burning the gel and crops on the water surface. Although they could not be burned into carbon, they also sank.

Boiled in water and turned into mud.

Before the rocks and water reacted, Gulugu and his tribe had already swam far away, muttering as they swam: "I want you to kill Gulugu's Poseidon, burn your food, and starve you to death."

Gulugu didn't know what his actions had caused to the entire seabed.

"It's over. All the food is gone. Anthony's disaster relief plan can't go forward." Negris looked at the water like rotten soup and immediately realized the serious chain reaction.

After losing sufficient food supply, all Anthony's plans will not be able to proceed. If he cannot get food replenishment in a short period of time, the entire plan will collapse in a chain reaction, and Anthony's prestige will plummet, and he may be removed from the position of acting pope.

Catch up and come down.
Chapter completed!