"It actually... grew." Staring at the cornfield full of hanging ears, the agricultural affairs officer of Assam State could hardly believe his eyes, standing there in a daze.
It wasn't until the voice of Queen Aisemata ca that he suddenly snapped out of his stupor.
"Citizens of the United Kingdom, what are you waiting for?"
A voice both gentle and majestic ca from the ridge, like a soft yet powerful wind, brushing over everyone's heads.
Everyone looked up to see the "King of the Chosen" Aisemata already standing in the field with a scythe in her hand, standing with them.
"The miracle granted by Lord Demon King has appeared! But he also warns us, eternal protection is eternal curse, we cannot always rely on His power and rcy to solve all of our troubles!"
"To achieve true prosperity, you must not only have piety in your heart but also create with your own hands!"
"Now—the ti of harvest has arrived! Pick up your scythes, let that golden color fill our granaries! For ourselves!"
The Lizardn in the fields all raised their heads, looking at their noble King of the Chosen, with a devout glow in their amber eyes.
"Yes, Mother Hamaka!"
"Long live Lord Demon King!"
"Praise Lord Demon King!"
Voices rose one after another, rging into a fervor that echoed to the skies.
Looking at the mountains and plains filled with cheers and devout prayers, Aisemata felt overwhelming emotions surging in her heart, unable to calm down for a long ti.
What shocked her was not only the golden hue swaying in the fields but also those upward-looking faces gazing in the sa direction.
She had never imagined that the Armored Dragon Clan's Lizardn would, like the Sand Ridge Clan's Lizardn, call out her na and unite around her for the sa cause.
Her golden-green eyes slightly trembled as she instinctively looked at the majestic figure standing not far away, inadvertently revealing a trace of reverence in her eyes.
Is this the power of Lord Demon King?
Truly unfathomable...
...
In just two weeks, twenty thousand acres of barren land visibly turned green, then golden, and finally into an endless view of hope.
Tens of thousands of Lizardn jointly witnessed this incredible scene.
Elderly Lizardn sat at the edge of the ridges, tears welling up in their eyes, hands shaking as they stretched towards the sky, softly chanting the na that brought them miracles. Young warriors knelt with one knee, pressing their foreheads to the ground, devoutly praising the na of Lord Demon King; mothers held their children tightly, guiding them to witness the incredible sights before them, planting the seed of faith deep in the hearts of the next generation.
At this mont, the miracle was materialized!
All doubts and puzzles turned into unwavering belief!
Under the leadership of the King of the Chosen, they wielded scythes and carried baskets into the field, harvesting cartloads of corn.
Yet even though their movents were swift enough, their strength far surpassing the empire's old farrs, they couldn't keep up with the expanding cornfields' speed.
Unfortunately, there was too little farmland in Beifeng City, with most planting areas located in the greenhouses of Beifeng Mountain, and the players had yet to produce sowing machines and combine harvesters.
But then again.
If they really did manage it, replacing Lizardn in the fields with machines, perhaps the power of the miracle wouldn't seem so astonishing.
In any case, this was probably the first ti on this land that the speed of harvesting crops was surpassed by the speed of crop growth...
...
Not only did the Lizardn of Gana Continent feel the grace of Lord Demon King, but so did the Dark Night Elf Mages from the Great Graveyard.
These days, their sweat was no less than that of the Lizardn laborers busy picking corn, their mouths almost never stopping from chanting spells.
To ensure endurance, they practically drank little blue bottles one after another for replenishing magic power, to the point where several physically weaker young Dark Night Elves ended up with nosebleeds.
From the perspective of physical constitution, they were slightly stronger than the humans of Aus Continent, yet they too couldn't withstand the "beast dicine" of hell.
Nevertheless, thanks to this, they all improved significantly in spiritual power, constitution, and spell casting proficiency.
Or as the players put it, they leveled up.
As a reward for these loyal Dark Night Elves, Luo Yan generously shared the joy of harvest with them...
In the outskirts of Assam City, leaning against the military camp by the Holy Lake, the door of a large tent was tightly closed.
Feeling that warm power infuse deep into her soul and fill her entire body, Helen showed a joyful expression.
As her tightly closed eyes opened, a brilliant light interwoven with surprise and wonder emanated from her erald-green eyes.
Feeling the unprecedented power, Helen excitedly knelt on one knee on the ground.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting power."
Luo Yan nodded slightly and said warmly.
"Please rise, this is the reward you deserve."
He still rembered when he first t Helen, this Dark Night Elf girl's soul level was silver, with a strength equal to her sister Sherry, who was at the peak of Fine Steel Level.
Not long after the decisive battle against the Deceitful Fog, her strength broke through to Silver Level, yet due to the shackles of soul level, it had basically stalled there.
Now as her soul level advanced, she finally reached a rank not inferior to her father, Terrell Moonblade—becoming the second Gold Level powerhouse of the Gray Wind Tribe!
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