Chapter 1413: Chapter 974: The Overly Enthusiastic Have All Been Eliminated, Such as the God of Knowledge

Ange was happily digging up beets, a root crop buried deep in the soil that could easily be missed if not dug carefully. Broken lateral roots were also often left behind in the mud. Ange’s soul could detect them with a sweep.

He was very pleased because he knew beets all too well, having grown them for over a thousand years at the Resting Camp, where they were the main ‘vegetable’ cultivated, aside from other grains.

It was a pity he hadn’t been able to find beet seeds here; encountering them suddenly was an unexpected delight.

“So there are beets here? I’ve never bought any with silver coins, but they grow here, so it’s very likely they’re a special product of the Divine Light Alliance that the Friel Empire doesn’t have,” Negris speculated.

Having just finished scanning the memories of those three humans, Anthony said, “This settlement is doomed. It originally had over four thousand people. A few dozen left early on, and the rest, with nowhere to go, started to kill each other over resources. Now there might just be fifteen hundred people left. A few hundred of them were rallied by a Swordsman known as Flash Head, who took control of most of the supplies, and the rest were driven out to scavenge for anything edible.”

When Anthony mentioned ‘eating whatever they found’, there was no expression on his face, which was rather rare for someone like him, usually affable, kind-eyed, or solemn. The lack of expression meant he was getting angry.

Negris could only say, “Then speed up and get Ogli down here to help you.”

Anthony shook his head, “No need. The White Dragon is too conspicuous. I’ll handle it myself.”

Having said that, he, along with Shah, led three zombies transformed from corpses towards the settlement. Not long after, simply by gesturing towards a ditch by the roadside, Anthony had several more zombie skeletons climb up.

In this manner, Anthony and Shah walked on, summoning as they went, and quickly gathered a sizeable Undead Army.

Ange paid them no mind; if they couldn’t handle it, Anthony would cry out for help. Now, all his thoughts were on farming, and by the afternoon, the previously barren land was lush with green beets once again.

Emma, who had been placed on the Airship, couldn’t help but exclaim with surprise, “They really are Gods. There’s hope for Mom and Dad.”

Liz, being two years older and more sensible, couldn’t help but embrace her sister gently. She knew it was impossible, but the figures before them were Gods, so perhaps a Miracle could occur?

With that thought, Liz slipped down from the Airship and came to Negris to ask softly, “Lord Dragon God, can I be your disciple?”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t. I’m the God of Knowledge, not the Dragon God. Don’t get it wrong. Why do you want to be our disciple? Because we saved you?” Negris asked with a smile.

Liz hesitated for a moment and then said weakly, “I want to ask you to save our parents.”

“Oh? And what can you offer in exchange? Just by being our disciple? That might not work. We have too many disciples. If we had to save every disciple’s parents, we wouldn’t be able to cope,” Negris explained patiently.

In reality, Negris was essentially a kindly old dragon. Once at a grain conference, it was taken advantage of by the Southern Hedgehog Team for being too honest, nearly dying on the walk back and, feeling guilty, it even taught them some basic Druid Techniques.

Negris would be happy to help if possible, but Liz’s wish was the most impractical of all.

Every disciple had their desires, life regrets, discontent, reluctance, sorrow, and resentment. Ange’s faith network heard a myriad of prayers every day. If he were to respond to each one, even being torn into 206 pieces wouldn’t be enough.

Therefore, a mature deity needs to filter information appropriately. Essentially, all gods are cold and merciless, as those who are too zealous will be eliminated, like the God of Knowledge…

Moreover, the likelihood that their parents are more dead than alive is high; they were saved inadvertently by someone nearby, but without any bodies nor knowledge of how long they have been dead, how can they be rescued?

However, it still offered some comfort: “The Pope of Light has already gone to the settlement. If your parents are there, he will save them. If they are not there, maybe they left on an airship.”

Liz returned to the airship, disheartened, and relayed Negris’s words. Emma pursed her lips in thought and then firmly said, “Sister, let’s find a way to learn martial techniques ourselves and find Mom and Dad.”

“Okay,” Liz responded resolutely.

In the evening, Anthony returned, bringing with him an Undead Army of over three thousand Zombie Skeletons, with Shah leading a few hundred children at a distance behind him.

“So many? Where did you find so many corpses?” Negris asked in confusion.

Anthony replied indifferently, “I killed all the adults in the settlement.”

“What–killed them all? Weren’t you looking for manpower? Why kill them all?” Negris asked, baffled.

Anthony shook his head, “What I need is manpower, not livestock. There were no ‘humans’ left there. I’m heading to the next settlement now. The captives said that Highland City to the north has the most food and the best order. I’ll go there and see if there are still any ‘humans’.”

After saying this, Anthony headed into the night with the Undead Army.

Shah waited until the Undead Army had completely left before daring to bring the children over. These children, all minors, were divided into dozens of groups, older ones leading the younger, orderly arranged.

Negris rushed over to help distribute food, start fires for warmth, and set up camp. After a flurry of activity, Shah came over, shocked, and asked, “Lord Negris, is Lord Anthony really a Pope?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Negris responded, puzzled.

“But… but he charged into the settlement with his wand, smashing everyone to death. Are the martial techniques of your popes all so powerful?” Shah asked, confused.

Negris was taken aback for a moment and then hesitantly said, “Although it’s a bit outlandish, it’s plausible for him. Indeed, using a stick to batter people is less effort. Besides being the Pope of Light, he is also an ancestor known as the Black Warrior, whose pan-dimensional martial techniques might rank in the top ten.”

The Black Warrior is renowned for martial prowess. Why? Because Anthony’s martial techniques are so strong that his Undead form can’t fully utilize them, so he painstakingly researched and reincarnated himself. Claiming top ten in the pan-dimensional ranking is an understatement; just on the basis of martial techniques, he might well be in the top two.

Unfortunately, when it comes to ‘Lord, Help Me’ Divine Arts, martial techniques don’t have much room to showcase their strength.

Just as he said this, Ange suddenly erupted with powerful fluctuations and dashed off in the direction Anthony had left, his body’s divine light flickering incessantly as he ran.

Negris immediately spread his wings to follow, throwing over his shoulder, “Watch the camp, it must be the Death God’s Staff calling for help again.”