Chapter 220

The dimensional beast was crying, 'Awoo, awoo,' very sadly. The savior it had longed for had actually turned around and left right before its eyes.

Curled into a ball, it kept 'awoo-ing' and ignored everyone.

Its keeper was going crazy, trying to coax it with its favorite elf beans, but there was no reaction at all.

This was a giant beast over fifty meters in diameter. Although it looked big because of its thick fur, its actual size wasn't small either. If it didn't want to pay attention to people, ordinary methods wouldn't work.

Ignoring people was one thing, but today was different because the commissioner investigating the disappearance of Julian had arrived and needed the dimensional beast to cooperate with the investigation.

What was a keeper for? To coax the dimensional beast and make it cooperate obediently. If it couldn't even cooperate, what was the point of having a keeper?

Just as the keeper was sweating with anxiety, a barefoot ascetic wearing a tattered robe arrived outside the seal and asked, "Still refusing to cooperate?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Driesk. I don't know what's wrong with the dimensional beast today; it's usually not like this," the keeper said, adding a small excuse for the dimensional beast.

Driesk was expressionless. "Perhaps it has done something shameful. Let me handle it."

The keeper's heart sank. Driesk's words weren't kind; was he judging the dimensional beast preemptively?

Driesk arrived outside the seal, searched for the core of the seal, and stood on it barefoot.

Holy light ignited on his body. His holy light seemed alive, like liquid, flowing down his body to the ground and injecting into the core of the seal.

As the holy light was injected, the entire seal slowly lit up.

The dimensional beast could ignore the keeper's coaxing, but now that the seal was activated, it couldn't ignore it. With an 'awoo,' it retreated to the other side of the seal, staring at Driesk vigilantly.

Driesk looked at it and said coldly, "Your eyes are still full of wildness. Is it because we've given you too much freedom? Don't forget, you are just a captive. Our tolerance shouldn't be the capital for your unreasonable behavior. Where did Julian go?"

"Awoo~" the dimensional beast cried.

"Don't make sounds that others can't understand. Those fallen people have spoiled you. You only need to act cute, roll around, and 'awoo,' you don't even need to speak. 'Awoo-ing' all day long," Driesk said with heartache.

He had seen too many people addicted to desire and pleasure, making no progress, falling into decay. They used to stroke cats and walk dogs, then became bolder, raising magical beasts and teasing orcs. Now, even creatures like dimensional beasts were being kept as pets. It was simply outrageous.

"I'll ask you one more time, where did Julian go?" Driesk asked.

"Awoo!" the dimensional beast cried again.

Driesk stomped his foot, and the seal suddenly shone brightly. A wave of electric light emerged from the seal and struck the dimensional beast.

All the fur on the dimensional beast stood on end, its entire form puffed up, its two eyes widened, smoke rose from its body, and with a 'pazhi,' it fell to the ground, turning into a puddle.

"The seal is not just a cage, but also an instrument of torture. It's a pity it hasn't been used for a long time; everyone has forgotten its true purpose," Driesk muttered.

"I'll ask you one more time, where did Julian go? Why did his life aura vanish after he left through your spatial passage? Who killed him? Was it you?" Driesk asked sternly.

"Awoo, aowoo!"

Although it was the same 'awoo,' miraculously, Driesk understood the meaning of the cry: "You didn't kill him? Can you swear by the holy light?"

The dimensional beast nodded its head vigorously, its two eyes as sincere as could be.

It really wasn't it who killed him; it had only banished him.

"Your eyes tell me you are telling the truth, but I can feel that you are still hiding other important information. You didn't kill him, but he died because of you," Driesk said.

The dimensional beast shook its head desperately.

"Your eyes are no longer sincere. You are lying. Tell me, how did you cause Julian's death?" Driesk asked.

The dimensional beast's entire face contorted. It discovered that under Driesk's gaze, it seemed unable to hide secrets; it was seen through at a glance.

What to do? Sell out its teammates? Give up Ang and those people and their plane? Should it? Fine, those people wouldn't come to save it anyway. Hmph, I'll give you up and let these villains tear down your home.

The dimensional beast was struggling internally, and the scales were gradually tipping.

Just then, Driesk, who had lost patience, stomped his foot hard.

Normally, his stomp would activate the seal's punishment and shock the dimensional beast again. But this time, with one stomp, 'crack,' the ground actually collapsed into a large hole, and Driesk, caught off guard, fell in.

Driesk's strength was not weak, and his reaction was not slow, but it was simply too sudden. Even the most powerful Sword Saint couldn't avoid biting his own cheek.

Caught off guard, Driesk stomped himself in, then felt he had stepped on something to stop his fall, and his hands took the opportunity to brace against the edge of the pit.

Stabilizing his figure, Driesk quickly looked down and actually saw a bare skull. He was stepping on the skull of this skeleton.

Ang had long since taken off his hat because as he opened the hole upwards, falling rocks could easily damage the scarecrow hat, so he was currently in the form of a skeleton.

The skeleton being stepped on was looking up, flames of anger burning in its empty eye sockets, its jaw moving as it made an angry sound: "You stepped on, my head!"

The skeleton roared the word "head," and Driesk felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, his vision going black.

He instinctively closed his eyes and recited in his heart: "Firm!"

The damage from the soul impact quickly faded. Holy flames rose on Driesk's body, forming holy armor that snapped onto him, and at the same time, his feet stomped downwards fiercely.

A purple-gold hand bone imprinted onto his foot. With a loud 'bang,' a violent shockwave exploded in the pit, just like stuffing a magic egg into a cannon barrel, 'boom,' blasting Driesk into the sky.

'Whoosh!' Two pairs of wings spread from behind Driesk, one pair of true wings and one pair of light wings, instantly stopping his figure.

The followers of the Church of Light who saw this scene let out bursts of uproar. Most people actually looked down on Driesk, who was dressed simply and barefoot, because his appearance was too inconspicuous.

Only at this moment did they realize that the person they looked down upon was such a terrifying existence—an ascetic possessed by a four-winged angel.

Six-winged archangels all had names, surnames, and forms, such as the Virtue Angel Luna. Four-winged angels were already the highest level of holy spirit possession, and ordinary bodies couldn't withstand such power.

Only ascetics, those devout believers who took pleasure in asceticism, could easily withstand the power of a four-winged angel.

However, when the powerful ascetic, who had caused everyone to uproar, looked down into the pit, he saw a scene that made his soul fly away in terror.

The shockwave that erupted in the pit not only blasted him into the sky but also knocked the skeleton down. But replacing the skeleton entering the pit was actually a four-winged angel, a pure holy spirit angel, not a mixed-blood product like him.

That true holy spirit angel was spreading its four wings, ready to strike.

PS: Making up for the morning chapter.