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There is no airtight wall in this world. Just like the Guangming Cult's plan to establish a theocracy, it was originally kept strictly under wraps, but the news spread to the whole world.

As for Beta's plan to decentralize power, there was no intention to hide it. Within a few days, the upper and lower management of Waking became aware of it. Young people who had a little power and felt that they were capable were all gearing up and planning to do it in this desert. In the renovation plan, we will do something great.

After all, it is a rare opportunity.

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

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

The young king of Huolaiwen touched the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin. After several years of reigning, he began to mature slowly: "Beta actually decentralized power, which is really beyond my expectation, but think about it, if it is It’s not surprising for him to do something like this.”

Sitting opposite the king was also a young man. He was a little embarrassed, but he looked at the king with admiration on his face.

After hearing what the king said, he said: "Pope Beta is indeed a very powerful person. But compared to you, His Majesty the King, he is still inferior."

The king was not too happy about the young man's adulation. Instead, he sighed softly and said: "I am far behind him. That person... is not a human being, he is simply a monster!"

"Your Majesty, are you saying that he might be the devil?"

"No, that's not what I meant." The king thought for a while and said, "Because I have never seen a man with such strong self-control. He even feels like he has no desires or desires."

The young man was a little confused.

"Every human being will always have weaknesses and shortcomings." The king put down the pen in his hand and explained: "Be greedy for money, greedy for power, good at beauty, or like to be flattered, and no matter how bad he is, he will also like delicious food. But Beta does not have these shortcomings. , even the strength is top-notch. Such people should not exist in the world, they should only exist in fantasy."

The young man was a little confused: "Pope Beta likes beauty, I heard that the women around him are all stunning beauties."

"What we mean by beauty is that we miss things because of beauty, or we snatch beautiful women home when we see them." The king sneered: "But the women who have a relationship with Beta are all women who have feelings for him. They are both talented, do you think he is really lustful? Besides, it is not normal for a big man to have several women? This is not his weakness and shortcoming."

The young man fell into deep thought.

"I thought he would be greedy for power, but now, he even wants to give away power." King Hollevan said with great distress: "I don't even know how to blackmail him. With such a pope , The Cult of Wealth cannot decline at all, it will continue to develop until Beta leaves or dies. "

The young man was a little unconvinced: "Your Majesty, you think too highly of Beta."

"I'm not talking too much, I'm just stating the facts, and I can't be as grand as him." His Majesty the King looked at the pale yellow map of the desert area and said in a subtle tone: "To turn the desert into fertile soil, it's a shame he dares to think so. "

In fact, not only King Holevin thought so, but also the leaders of many forces thought so.

Some people say that he is whimsical, and some people say that he is knowledgeable and profound.

If it were so easy to turn the desert into fertile farmland, wouldn't the Desert Kingdom have done it long ago? What can you accomplish as a God of Wealth?

Only the elves and the Water God Sect are optimistic about him.

Even Queen Salsa and Monica Pope are dubious 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 see Little Beta in this matter, and they hear it, then they will definitely put on their shoes.

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

First, Beta rode Solilana to the planned location, first fixed a piece of ground with the magic of turning mud into stone, and then engraved the teleportation magic circle on it.

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

After that, a small amount of people and materials will be transferred every day, with priests of the Water God Cult and those who are good at turning mud into stone being the highest priority.

At first, only one or two simple sand houses were erected, and a few priests were doing the most basic construction of the camp. Then as time passed, more and more people were transferred, and more and more materials were transferred.

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

Three large wells maintained by water god priests were also dug, sufficient for the daily use of thousands of people.

Then, the elves were teleported over.

Some drought-tolerant plants were planted and stimulated by the druids. Within ten days, they grew into a three- to four-meter-high green tree and were carefully cared for.

The same situation exists in the other six desert territories of the Wealth God Cult.

The priests of the God of Wealth almost gave up rest. After eating, they planted trees, watered them, and used magic to help the seedlings resist the strong winds of the desert.

About half a year later, small oases and even small lakes appeared around these seven camps, looking like a puddle of sapphire in the yellow sand.

A large number of slaves were purchased by the Wealth Cult and sent to these seven places to cultivate and plant trees. They promised that as long as they worked hard for half a year and performed well during the period, everyone could escape from slavery and become ordinary people.

There are oases, there is water, there are people... More and more desert people are going to these seven oases, forming a virtuous cycle.

The water diversion magic of the Water God Sect shined in this project and gained a lot of faith.

In more than half a year, the Wealth God Cult has taken root in the barren desert.

Almost all the forces in the world are paying attention here. When each leader saw such an unprecedented miracle, they were stunned for a long time.

Many people admire it very much.

Of course, some people said sourly: "If I also have the help of the Water God Cult and the Elf Tribe, I can do such a thing."

Someone laughed at him on the spot: "You just don't have the ability to integrate the power of the Water God Cult and the Elf Tribe. You are definitely better than Beta."

The man had nothing to say on the spot.

In Waking City, Beta also received the report, and then said calmly: "The progress is faster than expected. Continue the previous plan and slowly expand the windbreak and oasis. Whether it takes ten years or a hundred years, the desert area will It must become fertile ground.”

Shirley passed this word to Watking, and the command became an oracle known to every believer in Fortune.

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

And at the edge of the world, Bana and his six friends looked at the scene in front of them, speechless.

They saw a 'wall of smoke' about a kilometer ahead. It extends to the left and right as far as the eye cannot see.

The wall was gray, reaching straight into the sky, with faint purple lightning flowing out of it.

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

"I feel an evil aura." Brown, the master magician in the team who spoke: "Those plants are not burnt, they must have been forcibly sucked out their life force."

"What is it made of?"

"have no idea."

"Same as scouting, same old."

"understand."

In just a few words of conversation, the six people had already clarified their responsibilities.

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

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

Bana, the shield warrior Lapei, and the light priest Leon began to set up camp.

The big tree was chopped down with one stroke of the axe, and then the trunk was easily cut into several pieces of wood of almost the same size.

The camp was soon built, with a cabin to sleep in and a campfire.

The hunter came back last, carrying two rabbits in his hands.

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

"There must be danger." The thief pointed to the smoke wall in the distance: "There is obviously something wrong with that thing. Our mission is to find out what is going on inside that thing?"

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

Everyone thought this was a good idea.

The hunter roasted the skinned rabbit on the bonfire and said, "It's getting late now. It's dangerous to go out alone. I'll catch some small animals tomorrow morning."

"As long as we find out what that thing is, we can have a lot of money when we return to Watkin City. It's exciting to think about it." The thief chuckled, as if he had already seen his prosperous life in the future.

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

Bana did not join them. He watched the smoke wall carefully, hoping to see any changes.

Since Pope Beta feels something is wrong with this place, he will take a good look at it on his behalf.

Late at night, Bana, who had eaten half of the rabbit, went to sleep in the cabin, along with five other people.

And the thief Gill is in charge of tonight's vigil.

Because in the wild, Bana did not sleep deeply, and he heard a strange scratching sound.

With a tight grip, he immediately grabbed his ax and shook the others awake at the same time.

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

The sound came from his mouth.

"What the hell, Gil, you scared us." The magician yawned, opened the door, and complained: "It's so late at night, what kind of solid food are you eating? Didn't you have enough dinner?"

At this time, Gil turned around. His mouth was full of blood, and there was a piece of gravel in his hand. His mouth was full of stones. His front teeth were almost broken, and the blood flowed out from the roots of the teeth.

The light of the fire flickered, and Gill was blind, with a blank look on his face. He said inarticulately: "Chicken...it's delicious..."