There is no airtight wall in this world. Just like the God of Light wants to build a country, it was originally covered up tightly, and it was spread to the world.

Beta planned to decentralize power, but he had no intention of hiding it. In less than a few days, the management of Wojin was clear about it. He had a little power and felt that he was capable, and he was ready to do something in this desert transformation plan.

After all, it is a rare opportunity.

And this information naturally fell into the hands of other leaders of the forces.

Now the God of Wealth is a force that cannot be underestimated.

The young king of Holevin touched the stubble that had just emerged on his chin. After several years of reign, he began to mature slowly: "It was really my expectation that Beta had decentralized power, but if it were him, it would not be surprising to do such a thing."

A young man was also sitting opposite the king. He was a little embarrassed, but he looked at the king and showed admiration.

Hearing the king's words, he said, "Pope Beta is indeed a very powerful person. But he is still a little bit worse than you, Your Majesty."

The king was not very happy about the young man's flattery. Instead, he sighed softly: "I am far from him. That person... is not a human, he is simply a monster!"

"Your Majesty, you mean, he may be a devil?"

"No, that's not what I mean." The king thought about it and said, "Because I've never seen a man with such strong self-control. He even felt like he was not desireless."

The young man was a little puzzled.

"Anyone has weaknesses and shortcomings." The king put down his pen and explained: "I am greedy for money, greedy for power, beauties, or like to be praised, and even if I am not good, I will like food. But Beta does not have these shortcomings, and even has top strength. Such people should not exist in the world, they should only exist in fantasy."

The young man was a little puzzled: "Pope Beta likes beauty, but the women around him heard that they are all beautiful beauties."

"What we mean by beauty is to mislead things because of beauty, or when you see a beauty, you will snatch it home." The king sneered: "But the women who have relationships with Beta are all women who have feelings for him, and they are all talented people. Do you think he is really lustful? Besides, it is not normal for a big man to have a few women? This is not his weakness and shortcomings."

The young man fell into deep thought.

"I thought he would be greedy for power, but now he has to divide his power." King Holevin said with great distress: "I don't know what method to use to hold him up. With such a pope, the Church of Wealth will not decline at all. It will continue to develop until Beta leaves or dies."

The young man was a little dissatisfied: "Your Majesty, you are too arrogant to beta."

"I am not arrogant. I am just explaining the facts, and I cannot be as generous as him." His Majesty the King looked at the yellowish map of the desert area and said subtly in a subtle tone: "I dare to think so by turning the desert into fertile soil."

In fact, not only King Holevin thinks so, but the leaders of many forces think so.

He said he had some whimsical thoughts, and he said he knew the world high and the earth was rich.

If it was so easy to turn the desert into a fertile land, the Desert Kingdom had done it long ago? What could you do with the God of Wealth?

Only the Elf Clan and the Water God Cult are optimistic about him.

Even Queen Sasha and Pope Monica had a half-doubt about this.

But both of them are eager to protect their husbands. Although they will not publicly say that Beta will definitely succeed, as long as someone dares to watch Beta in this matter and is heard by both of them, they will definitely put on his shoes.

No matter what other forces think or think, the plan of the God of Wealth is implemented as scheduled.

First, Beta rode Sorilana to the planned location, first fix a piece of ground with the mud-turning silt technique, and then engrave the teleportation magic array.

In this way, the seven deserts were connected to the teleportation network of the God of Wealth.

Then, a small number of people and substances will be transmitted every day, and the priests of the Water God Cult and those who are good at turning mud into stone spells are the most preferred.

At first, just one or two simple sand houses were erected, and several pastors were doing the most basic camp construction. Then as time passed, more and more people were teleported and more materials were also increased.

A month later, a medium-sized camp was set up here.

Three large wells maintained by the priest of the Water God Cult were also excavated, enough for thousands of people to use them on a daily basis.

Then, the elves were teleported over.

Some drought-tolerant plants were planted and were thrived by the Druids. They grew into a three or four-meter-high green tree within ten days and were carefully cared for.

The same is true for the other six desert territories of the God of Wealth.

The priests of the God of Wealth almost gave up their rest. After they finished their meal, they went to plant trees, water the trees, and used magical techniques to help the seedlings resist the strong winds in the desert.

About half a year later, small oasis appeared around these seven camps, and even small lakes, which were like a pool of sapphires in the yellow sand.

A large number of slaves were bought by the God of Wealth and teleported to these seven places for cultivation and planting trees. They also promised that as long as they work hard for half a year and perform well during the period, everyone can leave their slaves and become ordinary people.

There are oasis, water, and people... More and more desert people are heading to these seven oasis, forming a virtuous cycle.

The water divine technique of the Water God Cult shines brightly in this project and gains a lot of faith.

In more than half a year, the God of Wealth had already taken root in the desert.

Almost all forces in the world are paying attention to this place. When the leaders saw such a miracle that had nothing before, they were stunned for a long time.

Many people admire it very much.

Of course, some people said sourly: "If I had the help of the Water God Cult and the Elves, I could do this."

Someone mocked him on the spot: "You just don't have the ability to integrate the power of the Water God Cult and the Elves. If you talk, you are definitely better than Beta."

The man had nothing to say on the spot.

In the city of Woking, Beta also got the report and said lightly: "The progress is faster than expected. Continue the previous plan and slowly expand the windbreak and oasis in front of each other. Whether it is ten or a hundred years, the desert area must be turned into fertile soil."

Shirley passed this to Wojin, and then the order became an oracle, and every believer of wealth knew it.

With the support of the goddess-level beta, the seven oasis in the desert area have attracted more attention, and more and more talents have volunteered to participate in this desert transformation project.

And on the edge of the world, Barna and his six little friends looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't talk to themselves.

They saw about a kilometer ahead, there was a "smoke wall" extending left and right to far away that could not be seen in sight.

The wall is gray and soars straight into the sky, with a faint purple flash current coming out of it.

And near the smoke wall, all the plants looked like coke, as if they had been burned.

"I felt an evil breath." Brown, the master magician in the speaking team: "Those plants were not burnt, they should have been forced to absorb vitality."

“What’s made?”

"have no idea."

"Spirited like a scout, the same as before."

"I understand, understand."

In just a few short conversations, the six people have already distinguished their responsibilities.

The assassin escaped into the darkness and began to search for any dangerous creatures nearby. The magician began to detect the surrounding environment, such as poison gas, magical strange points, etc.

Hunters began to look for food. Although their dry food was enough for three days, it was always good to find more food.

And Barna, Shield Warrior Lape, and Priest Lyon of Light began to set up camp.

Cut off the big tree with an axe, and then lightly cut the trunk into several pieces of wood of almost the same size.

Soon the camp was built, a small wooden hut to sleep in, and a bonfire.

The hunter only came back last, with two rabbits in his hand.

"Almost all the animals fled behind." The hunter said while skillfully peeling the rabbit, "They seemed to sense some danger."

"There must be danger." The thief pointed to the smoke wall in the distance: "That thing is obviously not right. Our task is to find out what's going on inside that thing?"

The magician sat aside, thought for a while and said, "It's better not to break in. We can find a small animal first, tie it with a rope, and then throw it in to see what will happen!"

Everyone thought this idea was a good idea.

The hunter put the skinned rabbit on the bonfire and said, "It's late now, and it's easy to get out alone. I'll catch some small animals tomorrow morning."

"Just find out what that thing is, we will have a lot of money back to Wojin City. It will be exciting to think about it." The thief laughed, as if he had seen his future rich life.

This resonated with several other people. They gathered around the fire and talked about how many gold coins they could get after the task was completed and what kind of life they could live.

Barna did not join them. He observed the smoke wall carefully, hoping to see what changes would happen.

Since Pope Beta felt something was wrong with this place, he would look at it carefully for him.

It was late at night, and Banna, who ate half of the rabbit, slept in the cabin, and five other people were familiar with him.

The thief Jill is responsible for the vigil tonight.

Because Barna was not sleeping well in the wild, he heard a strange chubby rubbing sound.

With his hands tightened, he immediately grabbed his axe and woke up the others.

The five people got up carefully and separated. Through the window, they saw Jill, the thief beside the fire, sitting with his back to them, as if chewing something.

The sound came from his mouth.

"What are you doing, Jill, you scared us." The magician yawned, pushed open the door, and complained: "It's late at night, what are you eating? Have you not had enough for dinner?"

At this time, Jill turned his head. His mouth was covered in blood. There was a piece of gravel in his hand and his mouth was covered with stones. His front teeth were almost broken, and the blood was flowing out of the roots.

The fire shook, Jill was blind and confused, and he said in a speechless manner: "The chicken... is delicious..."
Chapter completed!