I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 28 28. Bone Meal Manifests

《The Oracle of the Holy See》 The Divine Journey, Part Four:

“God walked in the Holy City and saw the drought and barren fields, lamenting the suffering of the people, and thus filled carts with fine grain, bringing a bountiful harvest.”

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On the continent of Rodri, there exists planting magic.

However, humans do not understand it.

The goblins in the western swamps and forests possess the power of the earth. They burrow into the land, shuttle through it, and the farmland they cultivate is inherently fertile.

Not only do the crops planted there yield more per acre, but they also mature exceptionally quickly.

In the Elf Forest, the darlings of nature, the elves, occasionally have beings who are born with the ability to wield natural magic.

They can converse with nature and are known as Elf Druids.

These Elf Druids can stimulate plants to grow rapidly. If they are super powerful Elf Druid mages.

They can even make four or five acres of farmland fully mature in a week.

However, these Elf Druids are the treasures of the elven race.

Their true duty is to respond to the Elven Tree of Life and accelerate the birth of elves.

Farming?

If anyone dares to make this request, the elves will kill them on the spot.

In addition, there are also some demons who are proficient in plant magic, but the plants they cultivate are killer plants.

Therefore, stimulating crops to grow is rare on the continent of Rodri, but it is not non-existent.

But now, looking at the rice that had grown to the height of a person in an instant, with the full ears bending low.

Many people suddenly felt that they had only blinked their eyes, and the rice was ripe?

Old Matthew, who was closest, swore that he hadn't even blinked to witness the miracle.

He saw it very clearly.

Magical stimulation at least has a mature process: germination, breaking ground, gradually growing taller, maturing, and bearing ears.

But what about Ian's methods?

Old Matthew thought about it and could only think of one word to describe it.

“Whoosh!”

With a whoosh, it skipped the long cultivation time and directly became mature ears of rice that could be harvested.

Did it take even one breath, all things considered?

Old Matthew didn't know; he didn't have the mind to ponder it.

Because in the short moment that he was pondering, Ian had already raised his foot and walked into the interior of the farmland.

He walked in a straight line.

In a daze, the believers of Blackwater City saw a god descending to walk.

Accompanied by the constant flying out of those powders from Ian's wide sleeves, green light spots flickered non-stop in the earth.

The line that Ian walked along was full of plump and thick ears of rice on both sides.

One step forward, and the crops on both sides matured.

Old Matthew's pupils dilated as he looked at Ian's back.

“The benevolent Dawn walks upon the earth. On the road He walks, a hundred flowers bloom. In the fields He treads, the five grains flourish.”

“He has come, and misfortune is dispelled, and light descends immediately.”

Old Matthew murmured softly.

This is the content of Article 42 of Chapter 3 of 《The Oracle》.

Before today, Old Matthew could only yearn to imagine how shocking this myth would be.

But now, Old Matthew had a reference.

That was not something that the word “shocking” could describe.

Silence was the most perfect summary.

At this moment, in front of all the believers in Blackwater City, mythology descended on this barren land.

Just like what is said in 《The Oracle》.

“God walks forward, and darkness retreats backward; God walks past, and light endures forever.”

The figure in the golden and white papal robes, wearing a magnificent crown, and holding a golden scepter leisurely moving forward.

Isn't that the greatness that carries the dawn?

He walked alone, and the five grains flourished by his side. All the roads he walked became the endless hope of believers.

“Dawn be praised! His Holiness the Pope be praised!”

Old Matthew was the first to react, kneeling on the ground with a devout and solemn expression, clasping his hands in prayer.

“Our Father, our Lord, our loving and benevolent Dawn.”

“I praise You, You are a faithful God, Your faithfulness lasts for generations, forever unchanging, and through Your Holy Spirit, You have accomplished Your promises in me.”

“I praise You, You are the supreme and great God, You are clothed in glory and majesty, Your light always shines within me, and also shines on the road before me.”

The devout and loud prayers, accompanied by Ian's step-by-step progress, the harvest of farmland after farmland, and became more and more holy and magnificent.

Looking at Ian, who was leaving and leaving a harvest behind him.

Leticia and others still couldn't help but murmur in shock.

“Young Master Ian… truly has integrated showing off into his bones.”

Markov muttered in a low voice.

Immediately, he was met with angry stares from Leticia and the others.

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“What do you mean by showing off! Young Master Ian is doing the great cause of the Dawn! What do you know! You're mindless, shut up if you can't speak!”

Leticia rebuked him in one breath, Markov smiled sheepishly and kept silent.

Leal looked around at the believers, listened to the prayers, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

“Now, the Dawn Church has completely become the uncrowned king of Blackwater City!”

“Even if the Forbes family does not serve as the city lord, and the duchy sends someone to take over Blackwater City…”

Leal paused, a hint of coldness and arrogance flashed in his eyes.

“The orders of the royal family… in Blackwater City, must also act in the name of God! If the Dawn Church does not allow it, even if the king comes, he will be driven out!”

Blackwater City has completely become the shape of the Dawn Church.

To put it bluntly, if you randomly grab a citizen of Blackwater City now, they probably won't recognize the king, only the Dawn Church.

Divine faith has completely severed the kingship.

Looking at the praying citizens of Blackwater City again, Leal couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

The power of faith is really terrifying, but fortunately, this power is controlled by them.

Finally, Ian walked to the end of this road and turned back.

And in front of everyone's eyes, the farmland that was just a barren land a dozen minutes ago had now been divided into two by a road of harvest.

Standing in front of the believers who were constantly kneeling and praying, Ian looked at Leticia and the others.

Everyone secretly gave Ian a thumbs up, and Ian smiled happily.

Playing the role of a divine manifestation, he may not be good at it, but with the magical showing off of the MC world, he still has no problem.

To put it bluntly.

With Ian's hand just now, if there really were gods in this world, they would act like this.

Of course, the 《Oracle》, which was prepared in advance and integrated the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought from his hometown, also played an important role.

Seeing Ian's creation of a harvest zone with bone meal, immediately thinking of the description in 《The Oracle》, this can constitute a response and produce the effect of catalyzing faith.

That is also what the hometown calls, unity of words and deeds.

Now, Blackwater City has become a stable rear for the Dawn Church.

In the future, even if generations of Blackwater City citizens are born, they will still firmly believe in the Dawn.

Just like the road Ian walked, Blackwater City has finally achieved the harvest of the Dawn Church.

Next, we need to think about construction and expansion.

Thinking in his heart, Ian slowly raised his hand.

Suddenly, the sound of prayer stopped.

“Devout believers, your loyalty has once again earned the manifestation of the Dawn.”

“Holy water gives you endless nectar, and now, the Dawn will also bestow upon you the divine art of rejecting hunger!”

“I assure you, if faith does not die, you will never be hungry!”

The field fell into silence for a while, and after a long time, with the first cry ringing out.

Blackwater City completely boiled over.

“The Pope is merciful! The Dawn endures!”

“The Pope is merciful! The Dawn endures!”