Chapter 191

The face was fine, but the hat was broken.

The scarecrow hat is a very primary prop, only able to produce a few illusions, easily seen through by outsiders of equal mental strength.

However, this simple prop was super suitable for Ang. His mental power was super strong, and after wearing the hat, even a truth powerhouse like Bruske couldn't see through it.

But no matter how suitable, it is only a primary prop, not something indestructible. Honestly, it is very strange that it could support for more than a thousand years without breaking, mainly due to its ability to repair itself to a certain extent.

This repair ability is limited; small scars can be repaired, but large damage is powerless.

"Broken..." Ang picked up the hat, holding the two broken ends, and said in disappointment.

"Yes, it's broken. Let's patch it up. Ask later who can repair a scarecrow hat, or buying a new one is fine," Negris said regretfully.

Ang nodded, and that was all he could do.

World Transit Station, Patxi was moved out and stood on its God-Guarding Seat again.

With feet on the ground, feeling the energy continuously transmitted from the God Seat under its feet, Patxi let out a long breath: "Although it often has no energy, it still feels more at ease stepping on it."

"Then fine, I won't take you out in the future. I'll let Ang change to another God-Guarding Seat to carry," Negris replied.

It didn't expect that taking the God-Guarding Seat away from the God Seat would make them uneasy. Since that's the case, forget it. Change to one without wisdom to carry, so as not to make Patxi uneasy.

Patxi's hand popped out, 'tightly' grabbing Negris, and said in a muffled voice: "I was wrong just now. It makes Patxi feel more at ease to be by the Lord's side."

"Uh, which one is more uneasy?"

"Following the Lord, oh no, guarding here is more uneasy."

"Fine, then I'll take you with me in the future."

"Serving the Lord!" Patxi let out a long breath. It never thought that a casual exclamation would almost cause it to lose its job.

Almost all the believers in the entire plane were concentrated. They knelt in the lower layer of the transit station that had been cleared, looking at Ang high above, praying devoutly.

"Great Lord Ang, he holds the Light of Purification in his hand, smoothing out wounds... He is eight feet tall, handsome and majestic, his body is like a pillar supporting the sky, and his gaze is lightning piercing the fog..." The voice of the bard Konabu echoed throughout the transit station.

The handsome bard had now become a capable general under Lisa.

Whether it is heroic deeds or miraculous spectacles, they all need to be widely sung and spread far and wide.

How to sing? Besides writing into poems, compiling into operas, and writing into novels, the most common singers are bards.

They walk the streets and alleys, wandering everywhere, compiling your deeds into poems and singing them everywhere.

A good bard is the best spreader of faith, so when Lisa learned that there was a bard among the undead in the Dark City, she transferred him to her command without a word.

Now, the specially trained bards have reached more than a dozen. This is a basic operation. The bards of the Bright Church, called the Holy Choir, are not counted by people, but by classes.

They travel all over the world, or stay in a certain place, singing Ang's deeds in various ways.

Of course, most of them are made up. This vegetable-planting skeleton, besides planting vegetables, what deeds can be spread? Oh, previously destroyed a bug god named He Mo Er Tuo Si, which is worth singing about extensively.

"Listen to me, everyone, the bug god has eight pairs of eyes and ten pairs of feet, bugs are like a tide, my Lord Ang issued a divine oracle, devout believers lead the way..."

In the rhythmic singing of the bard, waves of soul flames surged toward Ang.

The fanatical atmosphere of a scene with tens of thousands of people is something that cannot be felt at ordinary times. Even the calmest believers, in this environment, will be infected by the people around them, with emotions constantly accumulating, eventually becoming fanatical.

Of course, this fanaticism cannot last long, and they will be very tired afterward. For a period of time, they will be lazy and unable to lift their spirits, and the initiative of dedication will drop sharply.

Therefore, this large-scale ceremony is equivalent to overdrawing the faith of the future, but if held well, it can also strengthen everyone's belief.

What needs to be done now is to overdraw the faith for a period of time.

Ang slept for half a year and hadn't planted crops, and the Death Aura, which consumed the most soul flames, wasn't opened much. Now he had accumulated soul flames equivalent to half a year.

This huge power is enough to operate the entire World Transit Station, especially those twelve God-Guarding Seats.

However, for the sake of safety, Lisa still gathered everyone, praying and praying, while feeling the miracle. Isn't resurrecting a Bright Main God a miracle?

Not only a miracle, but a super miracle. If the believers of the Bright Church saw this scene, their faith would even collapse, because their god was saved by someone else.

Unfortunately, there are no believers of the Bright Church in the Abyss of Rest, otherwise, they would really have to catch a few to watch.

The twelve God-Guarding Seats were operated, and powerful soul energy poured into the God Seats, and the God-Guarding Seats were activated one after another, waiting quietly.

In the absence of battle, the twelve God-Guarding Seats will stand quietly, because moving is too energy-consuming, and apart from Patxi, other God-Guarding Seats have no wisdom, and cannot even say sassy words.

However, as long as it is within the activity range of the twelve God-Guarding Seats, even a six-winged Archangel would not dare to teleport over. They are super weapons guarding the World Transit Station and deterring powerhouses of various planes.

Surrounded by the twelve God-Guarding Seats, so what if the God of Scales resurrects? He will still be hammered flat.

Of course, the twelve God-Guarding Seats are just insurance. Xia Mala had already stood behind the stone statue, pressing his back with both hands, ready to pollute at any time.

The sky gradually darkened, and the Wind of Rest blew slowly. The basin where the World Transit Station was located was covered by the wind, as if it had become an isolated island cut off from the world.

"Start," Negris said.

Ang had long been prepared. Hearing this, rays of Holy Light were wiped onto the stone statue, wiping away the grayness on his body layer by layer, restoring the freshness of flesh and blood.

Restoring freshness was not as difficult as removing the stone quality. Half an hour later, the originally gray stone statue had restored the normal skin color of a living person.

Lu Se, who was on guard not far away, suddenly asked Lisa in a low voice: "Great-grandmother, oh my..."

"Who are you calling grandmother?" Lisa glanced at him sideways.

"Uh, Ms. Lisa, why is this Bright Main God like a living person?" Lu Se asked in a low voice, rubbing his head, while muttering in his heart: Great-grandmother's hand strength is getting bigger and bigger, hitting people really hurts.

Lisa's essence is a lich. No matter how tender she is now, it will not change this essence. Lich, isn't it normal for them to have a bit more strength?

"They are living people, or rather, the god setting makes them have to be living people. If they are not, they must be," Lisa said.

"God setting?" Lu Se was confused.

"This is very complicated, and I don't understand it very well. When you have time, go ask Lord Negris; it should be able to explain it clearly," Lisa said.

Negris's ear bones in the distance twitched, pretending to be nonchalant and circling to the other side, far away.

Just when they were chatting in low voices, the restored God of Scales suddenly softened all over and was about to fall to the ground.

Behind him, a pair of slender and powerful hands supported him.

The God of Scales borrowed strength to barely stand firm, shook his head, looking a bit dazed. After standing firm, he waved his hand behind him: "Step down."

The powerful hands did not step down, still supporting him steadily.

This made the God of Scales frown, and he scolded without even opening his eyes: "Step down, can't you hear me?"