Chapter 1390 - 545: Holy City (2)
In other words, it might be some kind of more advanced creation.
Hearing this, Alka said, "Those wheat stalks I’ve seen wouldn’t absorb Holy Light to grow."
"So these must be the legendary Holy Light Wheat, then."
Juanlu said.
Although this Holy Light Wheat is actually a kind of food, Juanlu rarely uses it to make delicacies.
Because the characteristic of this Golden Wheat is not how delicious it is, but its extremely high yield, and its taste isn’t bad either.
In the environment of Holy Light, it almost has the characteristic of unlimited growth and unlimited yield.
"Look at those windmills."
In these endless fields stretching all the way to the backside of the mountain, you can see windmills scattered among them, spreading across the entire island, turning into a beautiful scenic line.
"Sound of Dawn, move closer." Simon said.
Although none of them knew why, Sound of Dawn moved closer, nearly docking at the shore.
At this moment, they realized the peculiarity of these endless fields covering the island’s backside.
Because the wheat stalks on the surface were being automatically stripped and flying away.
The stripped wheat stalks formed a line in the field, as if drawn by some force.
The nearest windmill was less than a few hundred meters away from them.
The giant windmill slowly rotated, visibly displaying some of the church’s carvings.
Simon’s eyes sparkled; he was using some spell to enhance his vision.
Then he patted Alka’s shoulder.
"Look."
Alka had already noticed.
These windmills only looked like windmills externally; inside, they were precise creations of mechanical structures and curse techniques.
Simon explained to the others: "The windmills go underground, forming some network of formations around, even across the entire field.
Holy Light Wheat will produce food infinitely in the environment of Holy Light, and this food gets automatically stripped and rapidly enters the windmills to be stored."
This is an automated food planting and harvesting system composed of plant machinery and spells.
"Perfect."
Simon couldn’t help but exclaim.
Then he took out a small notebook and started jotting down notes.
As their ship began to navigate around.
Soon they saw roads connected to each windmill with an intersection, seemingly a transport station.
People were continuously transporting the food away.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, a few children emerged from the wheat fields by the shore, waving at Alka and their ship.
Wheat fields, windmills, children.
Seeing this scene, Alka felt a strange illusion of returning to the Holy Mother Divine Kingdom and couldn’t help but wave back with a smile.
"It feels like... coming to the Holy Mother’s Divine Kingdom." Chadite said.
Although she had only been there once, it was enough to leave a deep impression on her.
Finally, they circled around to the island’s front side.
Here, they could see many buildings.
The architecture stretched from the port all the way to the mountain, as the mountain wasn’t very high.
A solemn cathedral, the administrative center of the Goddess Church.
This is one of the most conspicuous buildings because it’s the focal point of the light source in the sky.
The road from the port leads straight to the cathedral.
The cathedral occupies a vast area, with a high tower and a surface of white marble. The walls are intricately carved, showcasing the beautiful image of the goddess and some mythical stories from the Holy Scripture.
These were the details visible from the shore.
And on the shore, at the port.
The most conspicuous was a lighthouse.
If not for the golden beam of light projected from the sky and the magnificent Holy Mother Cathedral.
Then the most conspicuous must be this guiding lighthouse.
This lighthouse stands over a hundred meters tall.
Interestingly, the lighthouse’s shape resembles a tall, upright stalk of wheat.
The drooping grains of the wheat stalk resembling a light source.
Earlier, when the light beam was cast from the sky, Alka and the others hadn’t noticed the place from which the light originated.
Now they realized.
In the port town, one could see a variety of colors produced only in autumn.
The rooftops constructed from autumn maple-red tiles became the choice for most buildings, appearing like a piece of maple forest.
The buildings mostly used light brown, pale yellow, and creamy white hues, harmonizing the entire tone with the island’s atmosphere perfectly.
The rich tones made one feel as if they entered the season of harvest the moment they arrived.
Ships coming and going at the port.
And specially constructed docks designed for those transporting people.
Allowing these ships to quickly disembark passengers.
The flow of people resembled a pilgrimage, slow yet steadily heading towards the giant cathedral atop the mountain.
Alka and the others docked their ship at another port.
Clearly, Alka and their ship were unique, and the port had the ability to distinguish, so surprisingly, there were no restrictions on their ship.
No one even came to record.
However, when their ship docked at the port, a group of Church Knights approached.
Alka and the others directly jumped off the ship.
"Alka Saint Sir." The knight clasped his chest, then gestured the Holy Mother’s cross sign.