Chapter 183

Xia Mala's situation is very dangerous. The Church of Light is, after all, a large religious sect with thousands of years of history. Once truly mobilized, it is very difficult for Xia Mala, who is alone, to get any benefits.

Xia Mala's biggest advantage is pollution, which leads to the divine art practitioners of the Church of Light being unwilling to fight her. But as long as the worries of the divine art practitioners are eliminated, or people who are not divine art practitioners are sent to block her, Xia Mala's advantage cannot be brought into play.

The Church of Light established a Fallen Knight Regiment, gathering those polluted divine art practitioners and holy knights, organizing them, and letting them hunt down Xia Mala. Then they hired top mercenary regiments or mages, and even put an S-level bounty on the Mercenary Guild.

After the Earth Holy Hammer mission was completed, the Fallen Angel mission became the easiest S-level bounty to complete in the Mercenary Guild. It attracted the attention of the entire plane, and everyone was eager to move.

Finally, Xia Mala, who had nowhere to go, fled to the Dark Side City and hid in those intricate underground caves, occasionally running out to grab some food, but not killing anyone.

Xia Mala indeed didn't kill many people. Unless it was accidental killing in battle, it was generally just pollution.

Facing such a situation, Negris took the initiative to let people put some food, water, clothing, cloth, pots, bowls, and daily necessities in the places where food was grabbed, and even very thoughtfully put a few packs of absorbent cotton cloth.

By rights, at Xia Mala's age, she no longer needed absorbent cotton, but what if? Fallen angel, who knows if she will regain her youth?

Sure enough, the next day, among that pile of things, only the absorbent cotton was missing.

I don't know if it was the absorbent cotton that gained Xia Mala's favor. From then on, Xia Mala no longer grabbed food from the Dark Side City, but took things in a fixed place, taking what she needed and never taking more. After taking things a few times, she left a black crystal.

After Negris analyzed it, he discovered that this was a holy crystal. Like a soul crystal, it was a condensation of energy, but here it was condensed using fallen power.

I don't know what the black holy crystal is used for, but the holy crystal has extremely high value. One piece is enough to exchange for several ships of food, which makes Negris very embarrassed.

Sigh, as a believer of the God of Undead, under Ang's indoctrination, the concept of equivalent exchange has already become an instinct. Once he sees that the value of the other party's things exceeds too much, Negris feels very uncomfortable, so he put some high-value things on the goods, such as the new product of Beauty City—Holy Essence Life Silk Mask.

"These are holy mushroom powder, holy mushroom powder, do you know? After extracting the essence liquid, it is also holy mushroom powder, not garbage. You just pour it away like this?" At that time, seeing the holy mushroom powder left after extracting the holy essence liquid, Alchemist Sawa was so heartbroken and roared.

"Otherwise?" Lan spread her hands carelessly.

So Alchemist Sawa performed for them how to turn waste into treasure: "Holy mushroom powder plus holy water plus bone glue plus essence, boiled into a paste, and applied to the skin."

After a period of time, wash it off, and everyone discovered that their skin became as white and tender as a freshly peeled egg, and some small sores and pimples disappeared directly.

Lan went crazy, running fast toward the teleportation array, teleporting back to the Abyss of Peace. After a period of time, she teleported back, crying with heartache: "Holy mushroom powder, oh holy mushroom powder, extracted holy mushroom powder, I piled it all on the ground, as big as a small mountain, and it all stank. Waste, oh waste, why didn't you come earlier."

Relying on this hand, Alchemist Sawa established her position as the chief pharmacist in one fell swoop.

For the convenience of use, everyone also pre-cut cotton cloth to soak, and then directly covered it on the face, but found that the cotton cloth was too thick and not breathable.

Finally, it was discovered that the silk cloth spit out by silkworms that gnaw World Tree leaves was the best material, especially the fire-immune kind. Applying it to the face had a cool feeling, and almost instantly one could feel the skin repairing.

Such a mask can also be used by liches. Not everyone is like Lisa, who is Ang's soul warrior and can directly use Jing Yan Shu.

After ordinary liches use Jing Yan Shu to restore freshness, their skin and flesh will continue to dehydrate and toughen. This situation is impossible to go find Lisa or Ang again. If they can use a mask to maintain it, and then have a full-body Jing Yan Shu every three or five years, wouldn't they be able to stay fresh forever?

"Holy mushroom powder plus World Tree silk cloth, how much does a box of twelve sell for?" Lisa shook the ceramic box in her hand, which contained twelve holy essence silk masks, and deliberately ignored the keyword "extracted" in her words.

"Holy mushroom powder and Life Tree silk cloth, even if sold separately, are not cheap. They cannot be sold cheaply." Alchemist Sawa said excitedly.

If you don't come, you don't know. Once you come, you find that Lord Ang has too many good things. No wonder he dares to use World Tree branches as decomposition sticks. His family's World Trees are not counted by the tree, but by the piece.

Alchemist Sawa, who had been afraid of poverty before, wanted to hug everything good into her arms. When she heard it was for sale, she was heartbroken to death.

"But it can't be more expensive than holy essence liquid, otherwise people will just buy holy essence directly." Anna had a mask on her face and said rationally.

After some discussion, the price was set at eight hundred magic crystals. Just a little bit of extracted holy mushroom powder soaked in water, plus a piece of silk cloth the size of a palm, and they dared to sell it for eight hundred magic crystals. It was simply too easy to make money.

Such a box of masks, of course, could not be equivalent to a black holy crystal, so Negris also gave away a set of lightning-immune close-fitting underwear.

Before, Negris didn't understand why lightning-immune silk was used to make underwear. After being educated, he understood: it absorbs water, is breathable, and prevents static electricity. Wearing it is like not wearing anything.

It is even better than not wearing anything, because it absorbs water and will not stick to the body, nor will it become sticky because it absorbs water vapor. It is simply a divine object.

According to Anna, in a person's life, close-fitting clothing is the thing that wraps the body the longest besides the skin. A little bit of discomfort will be magnified to an unbearable level over a long period of time, so bedding and underwear must be the best.

Indeed, as Anna said, in Beauty City, silk underwear became the best-selling product because it was cheap. The only thing limiting its sales was its production.

When Mother Clei wove cloth, there wasn't much, and it couldn't keep up with the consumption of masks and underwear. Finally, Clei came up with a way to stimulate the silkworms to spit silk, then spin these silks into threads, and use human hands to weave cloth.

In this way, the output increased, but the quality decreased. It didn't have the seamless density that Mother Clei wove, but it didn't matter. Underwear doesn't need to be that good, and masks are used even worse.

So silk cloth was also divided into three grades. The highest grade was naturally woven by Mother Clei, mainly used to make dresses for the little angel, and the scraps were used to make scrolls.

I don't know if it was the mask or the underwear that made her like it. Slowly, she didn't avoid people when taking things. Sometimes the person sending things hadn't left yet, and she appeared generously, taking away some things she needed, and then indicating that this was good to use and to send more next time.

Occasionally, she would leave a black holy crystal. To this day, she has left three black holy crystals.

Not knowing the function of the black holy crystal, Negris kept them for the time being, waiting for Ang to wake up to deal with them.

Up to this point, the ambiguous relationship between Xia Mala and Ang's forces had formed. Enemies are not enemies, friends are not friends, each taking what they need, and not infringing on each other.

"So, if we hire her to kill someone, as long as the things given meet her needs, she shouldn't refuse. With her identity, let alone killing a duke, even if she killed the Pope, the situation wouldn't be more troublesome than it is now," Negris analyzed.

Ang tilted his head, as if thinking. After a long while, he asked: "Can't chop?"

Negris waved his claws hurriedly: "Can't chop, can't chop. Our identity is too sensitive. Abyss wanderers, strictly speaking, can be counted as abyss invaders. It was only because the dragon race, elves, and Anthony spoke for us at the plane conference that we weren't targeted. But chopping a human duke will offend the public. Xia Mala can chop, we can't, because Xia Mala is a native."

After finishing, Negris spread his hands again: "Of course, if you are not afraid of having no land to plant, chop it if you want. At worst, go back to the Abyss of Peace and don't want these fields. You are the God of Undead. Invasion is invasion. Do you still need to be afraid of them?"

Now, you might not even be able to find a god in the main material plane. Ang, as the God of Undead, also inherited the soul network of the Undead Monarch. So what if it's an invasion? I'm invading you, so what? Come over and hit me.

But how could Ang give up so much farmland for a human duke? Hearing this, he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "Don't chop."

"Then fine, let's go find Xia Mala," Negris said.

Perhaps because they had established mutual trust, two days later, Ang and his party met Xia Mala in the Dark Side City.

But as soon as Xia Mala saw Ang, her expression changed: "It's you?!"

Black holy flames erupted from Xia Mala's body, spreading behind her and turning into a pair of pitch-black light wings. A phantom of a holy spirit angel appeared on her body, then suddenly contracted and armored onto her body.

Instantly, a woman wearing coarse clothes and a hemp skirt transformed into a mighty battle angel.

Leaning forward, she rushed up like lightning, swinging both hands. A black holy flame sword condensed in her hand and slashed horizontally.

Negris was completely stunned. He only now remembered that he seemed to have never told her about Ang. Xia Mala and Ang had met before. At that time, Ang was "Ascetic Ang".

"Don't do it, we are fake, we are fake..." It was too late. Negris had just opened his mouth, and Xia Mala had already rushed in front of Ang, the black holy flame sword slashing horizontally.

Ang arched his body and let out a sharp scream from his soul—soul impact. Ang now had a deep impression of soul impact, and every time he could remember the cave, the Bone Priest's soul impact that seemed like chanting.

He certainly didn't have this kind of technique and would just throw it all out at once.

It was like an invisible big hammer smashing into Xia Mala's face, making her head tilt backward and her eyes go black.

Ang stepped forward and threw a punch. The fist hit her chest, the holy armor cracked with a bang, and her whole body flew backward.

She flew backward for more than ten meters, sliding two marks on the ground. The holy flame sword was inserted upside down on the ground, stopping her figure.

But as soon as she raised her head, what greeted her were two rows of bursting missiles, and they were full-body bursting missiles of the fourth level.

Hard-carrying two bursting missiles, Xia Mala didn't care about her demeanor and flew forward, rolling, rolling, rolling...

Ang's gaze was locked on her, and the bursting missiles shot out turned and smashed onto her and the ground.

It was like the ground was filled with magic crystal bombs. Xia Mala rolled all the way, exploding all the way, and the holy armor on her body was also blasted with cracks everywhere.

Soon she rolled to the earth rock, jumping up desperately to hide behind the rock. The terrain of the Dark Side City had this characteristic: there must be obstacles within ten steps, which was too favorable for the side fleeing.

However, just as she was about to hide in the earth wall, a beam of light shone on her body.

Almost the moment the beam of light flashed, a phantom of a holy spirit emerged from her body, blocking in front of the beam of light. At the same time, the light wings behind her turned back and wrapped around her.

After the holy light shone, the phantom of the holy spirit and the light wings disappeared without a trace. Only the holy armor remained on Xia Mala.

A black line rushed over. The little zombie crashed into Xia Mala's body. After pouncing, the two hoes in his hands pecked down like raindrops, knocking out a series of crisp clinking sounds on Xia Mala's body.

This combo of the little zombie was especially useful. Pouncing and dog-digging, many people couldn't react and were pecked with a row of blood holes. The holy armor on Xia Mala was knocked by this series of hoe strikes, cracking from her thigh all the way to her helmet.

The last hoe pecked toward Xia Mala's neck position, but was blocked by her elbow. At the same time, black holy light emitted from her two eyes, focusing on the little zombie's face, as if energy was ready to be shot out at any time.

But a pair of tender little hands wrapped in holy light had already been placed in front of her, ready to take her attack at any time. At the same time, the blade tip of a large sickle also hung in front of her nose.

Xia Mala slowly, slowly, restrained the black holy light in her eyes, and the holy armor on her body also slowly retreated. Her whole body relaxed, giving up all resistance. Finally, her gaze moved to the owner of the sickle.

"Your holy light is so pure, you are indeed not from the Church of Light. But... Death Sickle, are you an undead creature?" Xia Mala's eyes were pure and curious, seemingly not caring about her own life or death at all, and more curious about Ang's identity.

Ang nodded, and then said: "Please, kill, Duke Leite."

Xia Mala was somewhat surprised: "You mean, you don't want to kill me, but ask me to go kill Duke Leite? Why?"

"He burned my fields," Ang said.

Xia Mala's eyes were full of question marks. Is there a relationship between burning fields and killing?

However, pure people have pure benefits. Soon she didn't think about this question, but asked: "What is the commission?"

Negris leaned over and asked tentatively: "Magic crystals?"

He originally thought it would take a lot of tongue to move Xia Mala. Never expected that a fight would do it?

"No need," Xia Mala shook her head.

"Then what do you need?" Negris asked.

"There is a thing that makes me unable to eat well. If you can solve this thing, I will accept your employment." Xia Mala looked at Ang curiously, then looked at the little angel, and suddenly said: "It is not a real holy spirit."

PS: The jet lag is messed up, I'll catch up tomorrow.