One piece, two pieces... until the sixth piece, they resembled tiny, outstretched baby hands, with the stalks growing thicker and more erect!

Some experienced farmers immediately noticed something unusual, their faces showing expressions of disbelief.

"This... this is impossible!" The affairs officer in charge of agriculture couldn't help but exclaim in a trembling voice, "Jointing stage?!"

Normally, it takes at least 30 days to pass the seedling stage and reach the jointing stage!

Suddenly realizing something, his face changed instantly, and he hurriedly rushed to Zel's side, speaking urgently.

"Chief... Chieftain! Quickly, quickly have Lord Demon King stop, no... let me personally go to see Lord Demon King! If we use transcendent power to force the growth, corn grown in this way won't produce ears!"

As early as 1000 years ago, they attempted to use supernatural power to accelerate plant growth!

However, historical experience told them that crops grown like that would eventually turn into weeds!

Moreover—

The crazily growing roots would quickly strip the soil of its fertility, reducing the harvest of the following year!

If it continues to grow like this, these fertile lands will truly be ruined!

Zel did not speak, only staring unblinkingly at the field that was growing vigorously.

He was certainly aware of everything the agricultural affairs officer said, and in fact, for the past 1000 years during their wars with the nomadic tribes, the first thing the enemy did after occupying their farmlands was to turn the rice fields into meadows using magic to accelerate crop growth and then deplete the soil's fertility.

But...

Lord Demon King is different from those barbarians.

Although that fellow is not a good person, he wouldn't destroy his own household utensils.

He said before that this land, originally belonging to the Par Family, now belongs to Lord Demon King.

"Let's observe further... if it doesn't work out, I will advise His Majesty."

The agricultural affairs officer stomped his feet in frustration, his tail whipping the ground continuously, and said despairingly.

"It's too late!"

This statement was not wrong.

A bow that has been drawn cannot turn back, and a spell that has been chanted certainly cannot be taken back.

However—

There was no need to retract it in the first place.

The corn entering the jointing stage grew rapidly, the internodes clearly lengthening, its height increasing swiftly, reaching over half a meter in a short time, with its leaves doubling from the original six, and the top nodules gradually extruding tassels.

The laborers sprawling in the fields continued to pray, their back baskets already filled with green shoots, the unsown seeds crazily seeking soil, tender roots squeezing through vine crevices, even crawling onto their bodies.

No matter how skeptical their officers were, they devoutly believed—

That those tender green corn stalks would indeed blossom!

And just as they hoped, the corn stalks indeed bloomed!

The tassels began releasing a large amount of pollen, the silks on the pistils unfurling from the tips of husk leaves... this process usually takes 10~20 days, but at that moment, it completed at a visibly fast speed!

However, the greatest test also lay here—

Crops ripened by magic cannot complete pollination, kernel development, and final maturation!

Lizardmen within the Great Barrier were not the only ones who once faced this issue.

The Dark Night Elves of the Great Graveyard similarly had faced—plants growing wildly would not reproduce offspring, instead, they would burn out the remaining embers of life in madness, and head toward death!

However, with the deepening interaction between players and Dark Night Elves, and the proactive incentive of the "Magic Plant Frenzy" event, this issue was no longer a problem.

The dark clouds in the sky did not disperse, and the rain poured heavier, the originally irrigating channels now served as drainage ditches instead.

And at that moment, a blazing light sphere suddenly appeared below the clouds, casting soft and energizing light on the ground!

Aisemata's eyes widened slightly.

That is...

Holy Light?!

No—

It seems not!

Holy Light doesn't make people unable to open their eyes, but that light was so intense that she couldn't look directly at it.

More than that, she didn't feel a holy aura from it, but instead felt a surge of energy!

Rain and sun appeared simultaneously on this land, clearly this was no longer merely transcendent power, but reached the realm of divine phenomenon!

Just then, Lizardmen of the Wind Howl Clan with backpacks flew into the sky and scattered tiny particles over the lush green farmland, then swiftly flew away.

The trajectory of the magic wand in Luo Yan's hand changed slightly, directing Helen and the Dark Night Elf Mage Group behind him to continue casting spells.

A gentle airflow began to emerge in the fields, initially causing the Lizardmen to feel short of breath, but soon as the corn around them continued climbing, even producing huge ears of corn, they suddenly felt filled with inexhaustible strength!

Indeed—

Those emerald green corn stalks indeed bore ears, making the jaw of the agriculture affairs officer standing by the ridges almost drop.

"Hahahaha!" Chief Zel, whose expression was tense, suddenly burst into laughter, the originally calm face involuntarily revealing a fervent expression.

Worthy of Lord Demon King!

He indeed did not see wrongly!

This lord, unlike Iz, does not fight unprepared wars!

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