My Summons Are All Gods

"Woof!"

Blacky did not disappoint all. It seemed to have forgotten that it had already been killed once today.

Sharena picked up the plate and carried Blackie with one hand to prevent it from running away. She stuffed the plate to Blackie's mouth with the other hand and said gently, "Drink it while it's hot."

Blackie stuck out its bright red tongue back and forth. After licking the plate a few times, it purred and rolled its eyes. It was dead.

"How could it be?"

Bulanda looked at Blackie who was dead. His reaction was even more aggressive than its master, Sharena.

"Blackie! Don't play dead!"

Sharena patted Blackie's head and realized that the dog was only playing dead.

Sure enough, under its master's stern scolding, Blackie jumped down. It jumped happily and wagged its tail, inviting its master to play with it.

"It probably had died too many times, thinking that we wanted to see it die..."

Sharena gave a reasonable explanation for Blackie's actions.

"You're playing dead, you're playing dead. You scared me to death."

Bulanda reached out his hands a few times wanting to slap Blackie, but in the face of such a lively Blackie, he could not bring himself to do it. He then hugged Blackie and gently stroked it.

Blackie didn't die after drinking distilled water, which meant that the distilled water was indeed non-toxic.

Blackie was just an ordinary puppy. Compared with the people of the god-king system, Blackie's system was extremely fragile. It wasn't even safe to be exposed to the Ghost Swamp for a long time.

Although Blackie's greatest use along the way was to die, Sharena still felt sorry for her puppy. She quickly took Blackie back from Bulanda's hands.

"There's water to drink!"

Everyone shouted. Although they did not quite understand the distillation process, the situation before them meant that they could create a safe water source from the sludge.

According to Bulanda's demonstration, this process required sludge, equipment, and high temperature.

Needless to say, the sludge here could not be used up even if there were a hundred Sky Dynasties. The equipment could be made by Bulanda. As for the high temperature, with Apollo, the humanoid sun, there was no need to worry at all.

"This water is still too little. It's still not enough."

Apollo muttered, "Can you make a bigger container?"

Bulanda nodded. "But this requires a bigger monster skeleton. In short, I need at least three large and complete bones."

The three bones were stacked together. The one at the bottom was used to hold the mud, and the middle piece was used to collect distilled water. The one above was used to block the water vapor, so at least three pieces were needed.

Considering the efficiency, the distillation used today was already a little difficult to satisfy Blackie, not to mention 45 people from the Sky Dynasty.

Therefore, they had to have a bigger distillation machine, the bigger the better. However, considering the raw materials were made from the bones of monsters, the size also depended on how big the monsters they could hunt.

"The biggest monster we can find so far is a monster in the shape of an elephant."

Apollo thought that if he could lure such a monster in and kill it, he would definitely get a lot of bones.

However, Brenda shook his head. He did not support such a method.

"First, how do you want to lure an elephant in? With our current fishing rod, we can't pull it."

"Second, you might not know what an elephant's bones look like. It can be said that it's very difficult to make a container of water."

"Third, an elephant is a complete herbivore. We don't have the corresponding bait to use."

Bulanda's words sounded very reasonable. Apollo also recalled that he had indeed seen the appearance of an elephant's bones before. The skull that could make the best container of water actually had three holes in its eyes and nose. It was very difficult to mend the holes.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Apollo threw the question to everyone.

At this time, the person who was still on duty in the tower said loudly, "We might as well chop down this tower of mine."

Everyone's eyes were attracted to it.

It was a complete piece with no holes, and was big.

This fulfilled Bulanda's conditions.

And now, they did not need to hunt any elephants at all. Beside them, there was actually something that met the requirements, and that was the tower.

"I think it's fine." Simmons expressed his view first. He thought that it was worth it to sacrifice a tower to be a distillation machine.

However, there were also voices of objection from the crowd. After all, this tower was left to them by His Majesty. Now, they actually wanted to use the creation left by His Majesty to do other things. This was unacceptable to some people.

The decision was in Apollo's hands. At this moment, Apollo also couldn't make a decision.

"How about this? Tomorrow, everyone will try again. If we can dig up underground water, then we will leave three towers. If we can't, then we will cut down one of the three towers and make into a distilling machine."

In the end, Apollo answered to everyone.

Early the next morning, according to Apollo's words, their task today was still digging for underground rivers.

Originally, the matter of digging underground rivers had already been given up by everyone.

However, the method they found at this moment could only be used by sacrificing one of the towers left behind by His Majesty. This was a little unacceptable to many people, including Apollo himself.

However, logically speaking, the distilling machine was indeed much more important than one tower. They now had three towers. On one of the towers, there would always be a few three-shift duty personnel stationed on it. As for the other two, other than installing some firepower and storage, it didn't seem to have any other use.

The function of one distilling machine was obviously bigger that the function of a tower. Thinking of this, Apollo felt a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself that he had to dig out a river from the ground today. That way, it would be a perfect scenario.

"By the way, when you were digging downwards, did you see any traces of those black trees?"

Apollo suddenly thought of this matter and hurriedly asked Simmons.

Apollo still remembered that this island originally had a black forest that was opaque. Those black trees seemed to have the power to control people's minds. Ares seemed to have gotten lost because of this matter, until now, there was still no trace of him.

If things were to develop better in the future, Apollo even wanted to form a team specifically to look for Ares.

At this point, Apollo did not believe that Ares was still alive. However, if he wanted to see him if he was still alive, and if he was dead, he had to see his corpse. No matter what, he had to find Ares's body, even if it was just a piece of bone.

Simmons shook his head and replied, "The black tree? No."