Farming Tree Spirit

There are many gods in this world.

In addition to the two main gods, the sun and the moon, there are also powerful gods such as the god of death, the mother of curse, and the god of war.

The strength of the gods is not only affected by the power they control, but also by the power of faith.

The more believers there are, the stronger the power of the gods.

For example, the god of death is a typical example.

As long as you embrace death, you can gain a long life, and naturally there will be more believers.

So when Rhodes saw the breath of death coming out of the statue of the moon god, the first thing he thought of was the god of death, and he thought it was other gods who came to attack.

However, when he came to the moon well, he found that the breath of death was mixed with a faint breath of life.

"Is the moon god and the god of death fighting and need the power of believers?"

Rhodes looked puzzled.

Ever since he heard the voices of other believers of the moon god last time, he had a vague guess that the spiritual breath sensed by the statue was not from the moon god, but from those believers.

At the same time, he found that after each prayer, the Moon Spring would increase a little, and the amount was different each time, which seemed not to be condensed by his own faith.

Just right.

I can take this opportunity to test it.

If it is confirmed that it is a believer, then he will have to increase his efforts to get the wool. If you don’t produce ten kilograms of Moon Spring for me every day, you have the nerve to say that you believe in the Moon God?

Thinking of this, Rhode did not hesitate any more and said to Augula beside him: "Go, pick two black fruits and pick up a larger leaf from the ground. Be careful not to step on the things in the plantation."

"Okay!"

After getting permission to enter the plantation, Augula immediately ran away and picked two black fruits and leaves.

When handing them over to Rhode, he also asked a question that made Rhode spit out his food.

"Lord Rhode, are you going to visit the grave of the Moon God... No, sacrifice?"

Poof!

Visit the grave.

Really a little mouth smeared with honey.

Do your elders know that you complain about the Moon God like this?

Rhode was almost amused by him.

But it seems so.

If the Moon God is really dead, isn't he visiting the grave now?

But every time he visits the grave, the tributes are taken away, which makes him a little suspicious. Is the soul of the dead Moon God running to the territory of the God of Death and fighting with the God of Death?

Then he found that all his believers had run away, and there was no source of power. He could only ask him, the only one, to send more things.

Me.

Moon God.

V me 50.

When I regain the throne and return, I will make you a demigod!

Good guy.

The plot is connected.

Rhode couldn't help but admire his imagination. It seems that he has to quickly confirm whether the Moon God is really dead.

After thinking about it, Rhode put the two black fruits on the stone table, wrote the three big words "Who are you" on the leaves, put them together, closed his eyes and began to pray.

Seeing this, Augla and the little thing on the side also ran over and worshiped the statue twice, which really looked like visiting the grave.

...

On the other side.

Border of Qingyuan Province.

In a secret underground altar.

A group of figures in black robes, led by the necromancer Ryan, are kneeling in front of the altar with piety on their faces.

"Sir Ryan, do you think we can really get the forgiveness of the Moon God?"

An old man whose body has completely turned into a ghost asked in a low voice.

They were all rescued by Ryan when they were besieged by the Imperial Temple before, and he told them that as long as they believed in the Moon God, they could be reborn.

Being a human...

What a strange and distant thing.

They turned themselves into undead in order to survive, and they didn't even dare to dream of it.

But the appearance of Ryan made the flames that should have been extinguished burn again.

"Don't worry, Lord Moon God is kind. As long as you are pious enough, you will definitely get the response of the Moon God and forgive your betrayal. Am I not the most powerful proof?"

Standing in front of the stage, Ryan lightly raised his staff, and his robe fluttered in the wind.

Faintly.

You can also see the new skin growing on his body. He has turned from an undead into a thin human being, no longer afraid of the sun.

The necromancers who saw this scene were immediately excited, and their breathing became rapid.

They have had enough of being hunted like rats and hiding in the dark.

If they have the opportunity to be reborn, they can even pay any price, even their souls!

"Okay, keep praying."

Ryan smiled with satisfaction under the black hood.

Thanks to the fruit of life he got from Thomas last time, he was able to restore part of his human body, which made him so convincing.

When he transforms these people into believers of the Moon God, he will definitely be appreciated by the Moon God and return to the embrace of life.

"I sensed it! I sensed the breath of life!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded, interrupting Ryan's thoughts.

The necromancer who just spoke looked ecstatic and looked up at the sky with piety.

The next second.

A strand of green light fell, turning into a stream of energy that quickly flowed around his body, moistening his dry skin.

"Life breath!"

Ryan's heart was shocked, and he wanted to go forward to check.

But before he could move, a beam of light descended from the sky and directly enveloped the altar in the center. The whole altar seemed to be filled with hymns.

"Quick! Put the offerings up quickly, the Moon God has appeared!"

Even Ryan didn't expect that they, the fallen believers, actually got a response from the Moon God.

Thomas really didn't lie to him!

He didn't care about so much, and hurriedly took out the prepared offerings from his body, and in a blink of an eye, he filled the altar, and then knelt down to worship devoutly.

Swish!

The light flashed.

Two black fruits and a leaf appeared above the altar.

And a seed and a scroll placed in the corner disappeared, which surprised Ryan and others who had just raised their heads.

Scroll?

There seemed to be no scroll in the offerings they prepared?

Ryan could understand the seeds, because that was what Thomas told him to prepare, but the scroll was not among them.

"No! That's my undead magic scroll. I just put it there by mistake!"

A necromancer exclaimed, finally reacting.

Others' faces changed when they heard this, and they all stood up and came to the side of the altar.

But when they saw the two black fruits lying on the altar, their pupils shrank.

"Fruit of Life!"

Ryan exclaimed, and others also showed ecstasy.

Fruit of Life.

That is something that only Moon God believers like the elves are qualified to touch.

Being able to appear here means that the Moon God has forgiven their betrayal, and it also means a shocking news.

The Moon God who disappeared for three hundred years.

Really returned!

"It's true!"

"The Moon God is back!"

"Moon God, thank you for your forgiveness."

"From now on, I will serve the Moon God and become your most loyal believer!"

The altar was noisy, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy.

Until one of them lowered his head, he noticed the remaining leaf on the stone platform.

"What is this?"

A questioning voice attracted everyone's attention.

Including Ryan, everyone looked at the crooked words on the leaves that looked like chicken claws.

After a while.

Ryan frowned, puzzled.

"Is this... a ghost painting?"

Others looked at each other and looked at the strange lines on it.

"It's not the same as the common characters on the mainland. Is it some kind of ancient symbol?"

"I haven't seen it before. It may be used to hold the fruit of life."

"Since it is something given by Lord Moon God, then Lord Ryan, you should keep it first. Maybe you will use it in the future."

"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Moon God for your gift!"

Amidst the shouts, a group of necromancers bowed down in unison. The scene was as weird as it could be.

If the God of Death knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would run out of the abyss of death and smash their heads one by one.