Chapter 89

Zigai swung his axe, which was blocked by Luther's sword, and this was the scene Ang saw when he was teleported over.

After some explanation, Zigai finally convinced Ang that it was a misunderstanding: "God of Zigai, this is a misunderstanding. I didn't know it was your pet."

Nigris, standing to the side, curled his lip: "A pet? If Ang hadn't held back, he would have blasted you to pieces long ago."

Nigris was also somewhat annoyed, regretting his slow reaction earlier. He should have taken the blow from the axe. Fortunately, Luther blocked it; otherwise, damaging the angel's skull would have definitely led to another beating from the little zombie.

Thinking about this, Nigris became even more frustrated. Why could the little zombie hit it, and it couldn't resist? "I'll wait until I grow up. How can I make the necromancer dragon continue to grow?"

Nigris glanced at the small sapling, wondering: "Should I go and pray?"

Heaven forbid, if any other gods knew Nigris had such thoughts, they would surely gang up and beat him, disgracing his divinity.

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The place where the Zigai tribe lived was an endless primeval forest, with a solitary stone mountain standing in the center. At the foot of the mountain were many caves, where the Zigai people lived.

The axe Zigai used was a stone axe, with a blade made of a stone similar to obsidian, clamped between a split stick and bound together. It was very sharp but brittle.

When Luther blocked it with his sword, a large chunk had already chipped off, making Zigai want to cry. At the same time, he enviously glanced at Luther's sword.

Luther patted his chest and said, "This sword is too small. When we get back, I'll find you a big iron axe, one that suits you."

"Really?" Zigai was excited and patted Luther's back hard. "Thank you, thank you so much, good friend. Oops, sorry, sorry, I used too much force."

Luther, who had been knocked into a tree, forced a smile: "No... no problem, I can handle it. You're quite strong."

After a while, Luther quietly approached Ang: "Sir, can you heal me? I feel my back is swelling."

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In general, this was a group of mixed-blood Titans in a primitive society, without awakened talents or bloodline powers, underdeveloped, and suffering from diseases and hunger. They worshipped the God of Hard Bones, Rock, and called themselves the Zigai tribe.

The teleportation array was in a clearing at the foot of the mountain in the forest. There were a few grass huts around, but most of the time, they lived in the caves on the slope. The entire tribe now numbered only about twenty people.

"God of Zigai, it's really great that you came. The seeds you gave us last time, we planted them, but they didn't grow. However, the medicine for treating illnesses was very effective," Zigai led Ang and his group to the caves and said.

"Where did you plant them? How did you plant them?" Ang asked.

"Right here, as you said, we dug holes, planted the seeds, and covered them up," Zigai pointed to a large, clearly weeded area and demonstrated, poking a hole with his finger, placing a pebble inside, and then covering it.

Nigris covered his face, unable to watch. Zigai's method was correct, but she was about 2.7 meters tall, and her finger was about half the length of an ordinary person's forearm. One poke created a hole about 20-30 centimeters deep. The seeds, buried so deep, rotted before they could sprout. How could they grow?

Ang walked over and dug up a seed. Because it was buried too deep, it had already started to rot before it could sprout.

Rotten, no good, Ang tilted his head, about to throw away the seed, but he felt the small sapling on his head sending enthusiastic messages: "Grow, grow."

The sapling was the happiest to be teleported over, cheering all the way and sending enthusiastic messages, wanting everything to grow. It had probably never seen so many trees, so much grass, and so many flowers.

Now, seeing a rotten seed, it cheered, and the seed suddenly sprouted.

"Huh? It's still alive? Not dead? Because of the sapling?"

After some thought, Ang flew to the center of the empty ground, placed the sapling down, and stepped on it, leaving footprints.

Luther and Lightning quickly ran far away, and Luther called out to Zigai: "Quick, stay far away."

The Speed of Death aura could accelerate the life cycle of living things, aging them by several days for every minute they stayed.

Nigris, the little zombie, and the angel's skull were undead and unaffected, so they stayed put.

Zigai looked at them, then at Luther and Lightning, unsure what to do. Why did they want him to stay away? What was happening?

Soon, they found out. Green sprouts pushed through the ground, growing vigorously.

The seeds they had buried and couldn't grow, under the combined effect of the aura and the sapling, came back to life and broke through the soil.

In less than a few minutes, the empty ground was transformed into a lush nursery.

The Zigai people were dumbfounded, muttering in awe: "Miracle, miracle, this is a miracle." They all bowed in worship.

Thick soul flames surged directly toward Ang. Despite only about twenty people, the soul flames they offered were almost as much as the five thousand people in Demon Valley.

However, they soon discovered a serious problem: hunger, intense hunger. They felt as if they hadn't eaten for days, with a strong urge to stuff dirt in their mouths.

Ang, receiving their soul flames, immediately sensed this intense emotion. Perfect, now it was "equivalent."

He flew over and transferred a large pile of grain and beets in front of them, afraid they might refuse.

Luther, from a distance, called out: "Sir, keep the dried beets, let them eat fresh ones. Fresh ones taste better."

So Ang changed to fresh beets.

How could they refuse? Seeing the grain, Zigai and the others had stars in their eyes, grabbing and eating it without even removing the husks.

If it were the little zombie's predecessor, it would have choked to death, but the Zigai people didn't feel it. The unhulled grains were just right for their large mouths, easy to swallow whole, though a bit rough on the throat.

After a few bites, they switched to fresh beet roots, each one biting into a beet root, which burst open, filling their mouths with sweet juice, bringing an explosive crunch and sweetness.

Zigai's eyes lit up: "Delicious! So delicious." He stuffed them into his mouth one after another.

As he stuffed them, Zigai noticed that the beet leaves had grown a lot.

"Quick, get out of the aura's range. If you don't, your food will sprout. Look, the beets are already sprouting," Nigris called out urgently.

Grains don't sprout easily without water, but beets are different. They sprout in cool places, and within the aura's range, they were continuously affected, their leaves growing larger and sprouting.

"Ah? Sprouting?" The Zigai people panicked, picking up their food and standing up.

As they stood up, everyone realized something was wrong.