Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1470 - 1031: I Won’t Become Guliani, Will I?

Chapter 1470: Chapter 1031: I Won’t Become Guliani, Will I?

Negris and Anthony exchanged a glance, then looked at Silver Coin, who nodded.

The few were accustomed to cooperation; a single look was enough to understand each other’s intent. Anthony smiled and said, "I am indeed the reincarnation of the Omniscient. Are you still my priest?"

There was much significance in that sentence. The old priest seriously scrutinized Anthony. After a long moment, he bent over and put his hand on his chest, saying, "I am the priest of the Omniscient. As for who the Lord of Omniscience is, it doesn’t matter. If you can provide food for ten million people, I am your priest."

"Very well." Anthony nodded in satisfaction. "I can supply food for ten million people, but how it is brought out is none of your concern. Can you cooperate?"

The old priest hesitantly looked toward Silver Coin.

Silver Coin took out a stack of large grain tickets, spreading them out for him to see each denomination clearly. Counting them carefully, there were roughly tens of thousands of tons, far from enough to meet the needs of ten million people.

But that’s not important. These grain tickets weren’t for him; they were merely to demonstrate capability, shown briefly before being put away again.

"There must be real grain. I will cooperate with you for two days. If I don’t see actual grain within two days, then you are impostors," the old priest said.

Anthony smiled and said, "Your language, I have heard it. Sea of Omniscience, lead the way."

The old priest’s mind suddenly went into a daze, as if he truly heard the Lord speaking to him softly at his ear. He looked instinctively towards Anthony.

Anthony’s expression was kind, yet his eyes were full of authority, carrying a natural majesty that demanded respect. This gave the old priest a tight feeling in his chest, making him instinctively avoid eye contact.

But as soon as he looked away, he seemed to realize something and frowned, lifting his head but without shifting his gaze. After struggling internally for two seconds, he turned his shoulder and made a gesture of invitation, then led the way with lowered eyes and a submissive demeanor.

Ange and the others followed. Negris couldn’t help but approach Anthony and whispered, "What’s this riddle between you guys?"

Anthony whispered back, "He knows we’re not the Omniscient God, and I know he knows we’re not the Omniscient God. I’m asking him to cooperate with me to make others believe I am. He says he doesn’t care who the Omniscient God is, but he wants to be a priest to the God and demands real grain. I told him he could be a priest, but how the grain comes is none of his business."

"He says he’ll cooperate for only two days, and if he doesn’t see grain within two days, he’ll have me killed. I said I understood, and I gave him a glimpse of divine power. He was intimidated, but quickly came back to his senses, intending to glare at me but ultimately gave in."

Negris listened dumbfounded, "Goodness, you managed so many exchanges in just a few lines? This old fellow is no simple character."

Anthony nodded, "Yes, a competent High Priest."

Negris sneered, "Competent? Disrespectful to the God, and he even says things like ’it doesn’t matter who the God is’, there’s only so much devotion."

Anthony laughed, raising his voice slightly, "I quite admire such an attitude. He’s repeatedly emphasizing the need for real grain, which suggests the grain here is running low. Is it more important to maintain reverence for God and let believers starve, or to save the believers’ lives and then consider devotion? I believe he’s made his choice. As long as he cooperates with me, I can ensure a steady supply of grain."

The old priest at the front twitched his ears; it was unclear if he heard Anthony’s words.

After finishing the previous part, Anthony lowered his voice again to continue, "In a church of over ten million people, there are pragmatists, those who give up, and the ambitious; he represents just one faction among them. So, I’ve arranged for him to cooperate with me; having an insider to help at the right time saves me a lot of setup."

Negris and Silver Coin couldn’t help but give Anthony a thumbs-up.

Soon, they followed the old priest to the end of the dock, where an airship was moored. However, this airship appeared peculiar, not like a typical void airship, but somewhat similar to the Black Night Raven’s Unicorn Whale Number half-submersible, rounded and fully sealed, with barely visible portholes.

"It seems like it also runs in the water, like the Unicorn Whale Number," Negris said.

Anthony nodded, "Naturally. Here, the water is equivalent to the sky in other planes, even submersion is impossible, akin to being unable to fly."

The group boarded the half-submersible. Anthony looked at the old priest and asked, "Your name."

The old priest replied, "Just call me Old Koni."

"Hmm——?" Anthony drew out the intonation, the authoritative ’Hmm,’ and asked again, "Is this how you serve your Lord? Priest, your name."

The old priest stiffened, paused for a long while, then turned around with hands on chest, face with a professional and devout expression, saluting, "Lord of Omniscience, my name, Coasney, listening to your command."

Anthony nodded in satisfaction, "Go, Sea of Omniscience."

Coasney went to give the orders, and the sailors on the half-submersible began operations one by one. Soon, the submersible shuddered, gradually rising, eventually ascending into the water curtain in the sky, and finally entering the water.

Negris quickly came over, and Anthony, sensing this, softly explained, "He agreed to cooperate for two days, but his attitude was improper. I was giving him a warning."

"Why are you godmen all so... so..." Negris didn’t even know how to describe it. So many layers of meaning in one sentence, just like riddles.

The ship suddenly came alive with arcs of electricity slipping over the hull, slowly moving, catching the attention of both the bored Ange and Duroken, who had been gazing around the whole journey.

Negris immediately moved close to Duroken, evidently they had noticed something. Asking Ange would yield little, but asking Duroken was convenient.

Duroken said, "A very unique way of moving, somewhat like the sled of Lightning, the Thunder Element in the Water Element outside is guiding the half-submersible."

"Uh, was it the Lightning sled or the sled of Lightning?" Negris confirmed again.

"The sled of Lightning, foul-mouthed Lightning. It guides the movement of Titans, only the Titans are replaced by the half-submersible, a very unique mode of movement, clearly meant to adapt to this environment rich in Thunder Element," Duroken said.

"Looks like the environment here really suits foul-mouthed horses and Titans. Ange, is there a way to summon a Thunder Titan to play?" Negris asked.

Ange tilted his head in confusion and then pointed at himself.

Negris suddenly realized, "Oh, almost forgot, you’re the one who skewered Titans with the Lightning Spear, this place suits you too."

The half-submersible traveled in the water for several hours, suddenly dipped down, and the hull was entirely engulfed within a massive bubble.

"Sssss—The Thunder Element here is far more abundant than the previous bubble. I suspect these priests aren’t completely in the dark about how to break the prohibition; it’s that they can’t find a material capable of guiding such powerful Thunder Element." Upon sensing the Thunder Element here, Negris spoke in astonishment.

At that moment, a thunderous voice echoed, "Who dares trespass into the Sea of Omniscience? Prepare to die!"

Coasney’s face changed color, Anthony’s expression also shifted, he glanced sharply at Coasney and mumbled, "Am I going to end up like Guliani?"

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