Chapter 211: The Shattered Holy Spirit Heart

So she never believed Nai Ge Li Si's self-introduction, but could a dimensional beast possibly beg for help from an existence inferior to itself?

Realizing this, Selina quickly placed a hand on her chest and bowed, pleading: "Two Great Gods, please save this big cat. It is so pitiful. It was sealed by the Church of Light in the Land of Fall, forced to work every day. If it doesn't work, it gets no Spirit Beans. It is so pitiful. Please save it."

"How can we save it? It is so powerful it can break through dimensional space. Yet it was sealed by humans. How can we save it?" Nai Ge Li Si quickly said, while giving Lightning a wink.

Lightning immediately understood: "Yes, yes. Look at us, all old, thin, sick, crippled, and handsome. How could we possibly save the God of Dimensions?"

When it said 'old', its big hoof pointed at Nai Ge Li Si; when it said 'thin', it pointed at the Little Angel; when it said 'sick', it pointed at the Little Zombie; when it said 'crippled', it pointed toward the direction Luther had fled; when it said 'handsome', it pointed at itself.

Selina nodded in agreement: "I feel the same way. Perhaps the big cat misjudged. Alas, it even said that whoever saves it will be given its own dimensional space."

"Wait!" Nai Sen rubbed its little paws, its expression as blank as a silver coin, and asked: "Are you saying a dimensional space? The kind of independent world dimensional space?"

Selina smiled and said: "Yes, that kind of dimensional space equivalent to an independent world. This is the God of Dimensions' innate talent. It can tear pieces of space apart and then piece them together to form an independent space."

"How big is it?"

"A few hundred square meters, I suppose. The big cat saved it up for a long time."

Nai Ge Li Si took a deep breath. Although it didn't need air, it needed the action to calm its heart: "Let us discuss this."

Turning around, Lightning's scrutinizing gaze fell upon it, and it warned: "You are tempted, Little Yellow Dragon. You have been seduced."

"Once you know what a dimensional space is, you will be tempted too. Come here, come here. Let us discuss." Nai Ge Li Si called out.

Seeing Ange, the Little Angel, the Little Zombie, and the Brass Dragon all squatted on the ground with their knees hugged, forming a circle. Lightning couldn't squat, so it lay flat with its four limbs spread out.

But seeing this lineup, Nai Ge Li Si felt it was insufficient. Looking up, it shouted toward the direction Luther had run: "Luther, come back."

Luther, who hadn't gone far, zipped back in a flash.

Seeing him intact and not blind, Selina immediately realized the truth and shouted angrily: "Bastard! So you aren't blind after all!"

Luther gritted his teeth and replied: "Oh, beautiful lady, you might have mistaken me? What you saw was my twin brother. He has been blind since childhood but persisted in training. He is now a Referee Swordsman. He is the blind one."

Selina was so angry she nearly smoked. She wouldn't believe such nonsense, but having no proof, she could only grind her teeth and say: "Don't let me see your blind brother again, or I will cut him off!"

Luther's legs went cold. Knowing he was in the wrong, he shrank his head and crouched into the circle with Seeing Ange and the others.

"Here is the situation: saving the God of Dimensions yields a dimensional space. How about it? Shall we save it or not?" Nai Ge Li Si asked, looking at Luther and Lightning.

Among those present, Seeing Ange's opinion was decisive, but what opinion could Seeing Ange have? Even a ghost could guess what his opinion was.

So it had to call Luther over to discuss with Lightning.

"Uh, my lord Nai Ge, what is a dimensional space?" Luther asked somewhat embarrassedly. Don't blame the child for having little knowledge; mainly, things like dimensional spaces are too high-level. Even Lightning wasn't quite clear. His fist-sized eyes looked over curiously.

"Have you all entered the Palace of Rest? The Palace of Rest was built upon the foundation of a dimensional space," Nai Ge Li Si said.

Luther and Lightning both looked utterly confused. Only after a while did they digest this news. Luther asked in shock: "Are you saying that by saving the God of Dimensions, we can obtain a Palace of Rest?"

"No, no. Just an independent space similar to the Palace of Rest. The Palace of Rest was built upon the foundation of a dimensional space. Its area covers dozens of square kilometers; it is completely a world. The space of a dimensional beast is only a few hundred square meters."

"Moreover, the Undead King used a method I cannot comprehend to forcibly establish a farm barrier. It is equivalent to stacking a spatial barrier within a dimensional space. The complexity rises exponentially. However, no matter how complex it is, it is built upon the foundation of a dimensional space."

Lightning and Luther understood. Luther still looked confused. Good heavens, an independent space of a few hundred square meters! His spatial ring was only a few cubic meters; it couldn't even fit a bed. A few hundred square meters was practically a small manor!

Lightning had already grasped the key point. Pouting, it said disdainfully: "And then? My lord already possesses a dimensional space of dozens of square kilometers. Does he need to risk his life for a space of a few hundred square meters?"

"Indeed, he doesn't need to. But have you forgotten the Land of Slumber? For some unknown reason, it is missing. The current Palace of Rest is incomplete. If we fill in these missing parts, what will happen?"

Luther and Lightning's four eyes sparkled; they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

The Land of Fall is an unguarded world similar to the Abyss of Rest. It is the intersection point of various planes, equivalent to a crossroads or a major thoroughfare. To reach the Material Plane or go elsewhere, the best method is to transfer through here.

Of course, one can transfer without passing through here, but that requires a larger teleportation array, such as a World Transfer Station, or possessing an extremely high level of space magic to bypass via special methods. Otherwise, one must obediently pass through here.

The Undead Empire was once vast, its power spanning dozens of planes with hundreds of millions of subjects. Suddenly one day, the King disappeared. No one could contact the Palace of Rest. What to do?

Of course, they had to go back and check. But when they arrived at the Land of Fall, they found it occupied by the Church of Light. The Land of Fall could lead not only to the Abyss of Rest but also to the human world of the Main Plane. Humans reacted faster and occupied it immediately.

Undead creatures wishing to pass had to seize this place. Thus, a protracted war began, lasting over a thousand years. What was originally a frontline, the Land of Fall, was forcibly turned into a diocese. A Cardinal was stationed here permanently. Over a thousand years, countless Cardinals had been replaced. The current Cardinal is named Dai Sen.

Although it was an independent diocese, Dai Sen's status was incomparable to the two major dioceses of the East and West on the Main Plane. As everyone said, this place was like a mistress being kept: little money, many tasks, far from home, harsh conditions, and poor treatment.

Far from the Church Court, far from the center of power. What benefits could one not get? What blame did one often have to take? Talented people were unwilling to come. Those who came were the ones others rejected: either lazy and incompetent, or rebellious and disobedient.

Just like Julian, who often acted on his own, even Dai Sen couldn't control him. He euphemistically called it: "Freedom walking in the shadows..."

Dai Sen dreamed of being transferred back. He didn't want to die here. If he couldn't transfer back while still young to become a strong contender for the Pope, returning when he was old would only mean retirement.

For this, he did a lot of work...

"I did so much work, yet it ended up like this! Why! Why! Anthony was clearly dead. Why did he resurrect, and why is he so much younger? What nonsense about divine favor! Whether the gods favor him or not, wouldn't I know? He must have used some evil art to become like this!"

Dai Sen roared furiously. Before him stood the projections of a wraith and a demon. If Seeing Ange could see this projection, he would recognize it: wasn't this the demon who had tricked the pest controllers outside the Heishan Duchy?

Facing Dai Sen's anger, the wraith and the demon remained unmoved. They conjured a table and two chairs, sat down, picked up the tea and pastries on the table, and tasted them with great pretense, occasionally smacking their lips and commenting.

If this weren't a pitch-black basement, and if these two weren't projections of a wraith and a demon, it would look exactly like a leisurely afternoon tea time.

Dai Sen knew what these two were pretending. Wasn't he pretending too? Seeing no reaction from the other side, he put on his own act of furious impatience, then raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Behind him, two Holy Servants dressed in clean white robes carried a table over and placed it before him. A third Holy Servant brought a high-backed velvet chair, poured tea, arranged the pastries, bowed silently, and withdrew.

Seeing this, the tea and pastries conjured by the wraith and the demon instantly lost their appeal. The wraith waved a hand, scattering the illusions, and floated over.

Now it was Dai Sen's turn to be calm, elegantly savoring the afternoon tea and pastries.

The wraith said helplessly: "If you could assassinate him once, you can assassinate him again. What are you afraid of? Kill him, and all your problems will be solved."

So the one who assassinated Anthony back then wasn't Nicola, but Dai Sen.

"You speak lightly. Now Anthony won't be alone like before. How many men would I need to kill him? Besides, before, Nicola took the blame for me. Now, if he is assassinated again, the whole world will know I did it," Dai Sen said irritably.

Of course, this was just because his intelligence gathering was inadequate. If he knew that Anthony had quietly run to the Elf Forest not long ago, he wouldn't have said such things.

"Let them know. The situation now is different from then. If you can kill Anthony now, Guli Anni won't blame you; on the contrary, he might even record it as a great merit for you," the wraith said.

"You make sense, but what about manpower? The losses from the last assassination were not small. Now, facing a guarded Anthony, I need at least several times the force I had back then," Dai Sen finally revealed his intention.

A Grand Bishop of the Land of Fall diocese, of course, couldn't lose control of his emotions and roar wildly. Everything just now was acting, forcing the other side to give him greater support.

To assassinate Anthony again, the forces in his hand were insufficient. Selecting from the Church was unsafe. In the current Church, there were far too many people who viewed Anthony as an idol, especially after Anthony shouted that slogan: "Purify the Light, Reshape the Church."

In the current Church, anyone with even a shred of faith could feel the Church's corruption and decadence. If not for lack of ability, or because wages and benefits depended on the Church, and a large family behind them to support, someone would have revolted long ago.

Anthony's Holy Church had shown church personnel in the West and the Fallen Lands another possibility — first break away from the outside, then from the outside inward, remoulding the Church.

This kind of person was numerous not only in the Eastern Diocese but also in the West and the Fallen Lands. Dai Sen had no way to tell who harboured such thoughts, so he simply looked for outside help.

Just as the undead had said, the present situation was utterly different from before. If he could now kill Anthony, Guli Anni would not only not blame him, but would record a great merit for him.

"Of course we must support it — destroying Anthony is everyone's duty. This kind of traitor who splits the Church must be bound to the pyre and burned with holy flame." The undead spoke with righteous indignation, but paired with its form hidden beneath a cloak, wreathed in black vapour, the words carried no persuasion whatsoever — if there were holy flame, the first to be burned should be itself.

"However." The undead's tone shifted: "We have an even more convenient method. Doesn't Anthony have a batch of holy spirit angels around him? Do you think Anthony can fully control these holy spirits? If a higher-ranked holy spirit were to appear, whose orders would these low-ranked holy spirits obey?"

Dai Sen asked, puzzled: "What higher rank? How high could it be? Even a four-winged holy spirit is a dimwit that only knows how to shine holy light — what's the use?"

"Heh-heh, what if it were a six-winged Dominion?" The undead said with a grin, pulling a box from its bosom.

Dai Sen's expression grew solemn. The box's lid was crafted from transparent crystal; looking through the crystal, more than half a Holy Spirit's Heart lay quietly inside.

Half? Dai Sen looked up at the undead in confusion.

"Here we have to mention our great Alchemy Lich King Lord Duroken. His invention, the 'Shattered Holy Spirit's Heart' — you know the property of the Holy Spirit's Heart, yes? After being shattered it will repair itself automatically, but if the other shattered half has not yet completely vanished, then this half will not grow back. Do you understand what I mean?"

Dai Sen shook his head.

"I know you don't understand. Lord Duroken sealed the two halves of a complete Holy Spirit's Heart separately. Releasing one half can, within a short time, transform into a six-winged Dominion. If you tell the Dominion that Anthony has split the Church, what do you suppose she will do?" The undead asked with a smile.

Dai Sen's spirits lifted, but he immediately noticed a point: "Within a short time? How short?"

The undead said carelessly: "A few days? Ten-odd days? I'm not too sure either, because this half of the Holy Spirit's Heart had been missing for over a thousand years, until not long ago when it suddenly grew back whole. That means the missing half has survived for at least over a thousand years, and no one knows where it's been sealed. Once you reach the place where Anthony is, release the Holy Spirit's Heart onto a low-ranked holy spirit — that will be enough to launch one strike."

After a pause, the undead said gravely: "The Dominion is called Seraphim Luna, her memory frozen at the moment her Holy Spirit's Heart was shattered. Remember this — don't let the cat out of the bag. If you do, she won't help you, she'll come straight for your life, because she is the supreme holy spirit Seraphim Luna, who would even dare to slay a god."

Dai Sen took the box with an uneasy heart.

……

In a certain underground space in the Fallen Lands, suddenly a big cat's head squeezed through a spatial rift. It looked around, saw no one, and immediately flopped down on the spot, its entire body puffing into a round ball.

Before long, from within the fluffy fur, one person, one dragon, one horse, one skeleton, one angel, one zombie, and one woman with a stunning figure filed out one after another.

Once everyone was out, the big cat whooshed back in, and the dimensional rift vanished along with it. It had secretly transferred Seeing Ange and the others — it could not let the Church's people discover it.

Nai Ge Li Si looked up and surveyed the surroundings, then could not help cursing angrily: "Kuabada, of all the choices, why did you have to pick a place like this?!"

Selina asked, puzzled: "Wasn't this what you requested? No farmland, no plains, no fertile land — so this spot was chosen as the teleportation point."

"Kuabada, aren't those farmland? Abandoned farmland is still farmland — how are we supposed to walk now? Some people can't even move!" Before Nai Ge Li Si finished speaking, he saw Seeing Ange dash out excitedly.

Ahead lay a stretch of waterless, drought-hardened, barren farmland where not a blade of grass grew.

"But, but, there's no water here, it's been wasteland for ages — how can that count as a field?" Selina had been scolded into confusion by Nai Ge Li Si. Even if Seeing Ange loved farming, without water nothing could be planted.