Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 473:
Chapter 473: Chapter 278 Six is Alright, Five is Ok Too? _1
The grand door had only a fist-sized hole, but the wind pouring through was incredibly strong. A stone thrown into it instantly vanished, as if blasted away by a high-pressure air gun.
Even their mental wills were powerless against this formidable gust, incapable of reaching the hollow in front of them.
Ange tried to use an Air Bubble Stone to shield the forefront, but it was instantly shattered.
“The wind’s power is too great. We need to find a way to open the door. A larger area under the same wind volume will reduce the wind force, then we can pass through,” Negris said.
But how could the door be opened?
“We need to find the Space Mage. After all, this door was built by the Space God and five deities, right? We should get a Space Mage to examine it first.”
As they mentioned the Space Mage, all present thought of the screaming figure ripping its own clothes.
“Also, notice that there are six energy slots and one control slot. Hmm, Shamara, are you saying we need six deities? And isn’t that wrong? The Lord of Terror (???) spoke of only five gods and one human, right? Why are there seven slots?”
Negris circled the grand door several times, indeed finding the six energy slots and the control slot.
Any magical structure required energy, and the more massive the structure, the more energy it needed to be operated.
Just like a world transfer station. If one wanted to fully activate it, a massive amount of magic crystals are required, and this would fluctuate based on the amount of goods being transported.
Although Magic Crystal Soul Crystal could provide enough energy, the power might be insufficient. Therefore, the grand door didn’t use Magic Crystal Soul Crystal for energy supply, but instead, had six energy slots.
According to the Lord of Terror, the human deity and five gods powered this door, but why were there six energy slots? Could it be that six was just right, and five would also do?
Was this why Shamara perceived the need for six gods?
Shamara blinked innocently, not knowing how to answer Negris’ question. Predicting the need for six gods was already a challenge for her.
After much debate with no conclusion at hand, they couldn’t open the door straight away. Reluctantly, they returned to the farm, preparing for the Space Magic Instructor, Hiludi, to come over for an inspection.
However, no sooner had they settled down at the farm when they were driven to flee once more.
The Minotaurs had become accustomed to such scenes, sleeping soundly despite the howling wind. Once they fell asleep, everyone else understood why they could sleep despite the strong wind.
“Kvada, the snoring of these cows is even stronger than the wind,” complained those who could hear as they covered their ears.
They began to understand why the Lord of Terror couldn’t bear them. He’d rather resort to deceit than compromise with them. Moreover, it wasn’t just the noise of hundreds of cows mooing at you; their snoring alone in front of the stele could drive anyone insane.
Especially with the sharp wind whistling from afar and the on-and-off snoring of cows from close-up, twofold assault caused double discomfort. Plus, they had eaten their fill, meaning their snoring was exceptionally loud.
“All frequency sound, is like a sound spell. I can’t stand it anymore. I’d rather go God Slaying. Let’s go, let’s go find the Goddess of Redemption.”
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
Those with sensitive hearing fled, those without also had to follow. A group of people began to search for the Goddess of Redemption, preferring to slay gods over staying here.
Even if the Goddess of Redemption racked her brains, she wouldn’t have guessed that her desperate situation was caused by a group of Minotaurs.
The wind pouring in had to find outlets in the sealed space, such as wells.
When the air pressure in the space reached a certain level, the water in the wells would be slowly pushed down, seeping into the Light Sea Plane via the reefs, from which Sea People had already moved away.
In addition to wells, some hidden places were also pried open, such as the tunnel leading to the Garden of the Goddess of Redemption.
The biting wind blew into the garden from the tunnel, causing flowers, grass, and trees to sway and rustle.
The Goddess of Redemption had resumed her regular task of collecting and arranging. Dusting the crystal cabinets, a non-existent task, was her favorite chore.
“La la la, la la, la~” she hummed a tune as she cleaned, dusted, and carefully arranged the cabinet. Then stepped away to have a look, returned to readjust, ensuring that everything was placed perfectly in the center before satisfactorily closing the lid.
The wind came in and brought many unfamiliar scents.
The Goddess of Redemption paused, and with a wave of her hand, all the crystal cabinets immediately retracted underground.
She quickly tidied her dress and composure, and then slowly sat down. As she moved, a chair materialized behind her.
First the seat, then the base. Both were exceptionally exquisite in material and craftsmanship. As she sat down and leaned back, the backrest of the chair also materialized.
It was a splendidly golden, exquisitely crafted high-backed chair. If any devout follower of the Church of Light were present, they would instantly recognize it as the Throne of Light.
Even non-believers could identify it. Negris cautiously entered the room and immediately recognized the Throne of Light.
He initially approached with extreme caution – this place was, after all, the domain of a god, the so-called Divine Realm, where a god’s power could be maximized.
