Chapter 248: God says! You must farm

While shouting for help, Anthony swung his staff and struck a Holy Spirit Angel on the head. The force of the blow was so heavy that it slammed the six-foot-three, burly Holy Spirit Angel face-first into the ground, causing its entire face to cave in.

He flicked the tail of his staff upward to parry another Holy Spirit's slash, then followed through with a downward tap, striking the Holy Spirit's shin and causing it to lose its balance.

Anthony shouted, "My lord, help!" He shoved his shoulder into the Holy Spirit's chest, sending it flying.

The humans nearby had no idea what was happening. They didn't understand why these Holy Spirits had suddenly gone mad or why they were attacking the Bishop. For a moment, they were bewildered, unsure of whom to help.

This was a routine walking prayer event. Pious believers took to the streets, lighting candles or holding holy light, walking slowly while continuously chanting the names of the gods.

This was a routine activity for the Church of Light to harvest faith energy. Organizing one every so often increased the believers' sense of collective participation, making their faith more devout and firm.

This activity was fundamentally different from those "drain the pond to catch the fish" miracle assemblies, which was why Anthony had inherited it so well.

He just hadn't expected that halfway through the event, just after he arrived at the venue under the guard of twelve first-rank "for-show" angels, and before he could even speak (or show off), he suddenly felt a divine premonition and skillfully blocked a first-rank angel's attack.

The people nearby were shocked by Anthony's reaction. What the hell? How is the Bishop's martial arts so strong?

However, since the Holy Spirit Angels who had been escorting him suddenly attacked, some change he couldn't understand must have occurred. With his cautious personality, he naturally called for his "thigh" immediately.

Ang's reaction was also quick; he immediately projected Anthony's soul over.

Feeling an incomparably tyrannical power surge into his body, Anthony was bathed in holy light, and the light-shadow of a majestic Bishop's robe overlapped onto him.

A third Holy Spirit Angel happened to swing its Sword of Holy Judgment, slashing toward Anthony from a distance. A pillar of holy flame erupted from the ground, swallowing Anthony whole.

Anthony felt no pain from the holy flame, nor did he have the heart to care, because he was stunned by his own soul. He couldn't help but mutter, "My... my lord, what did you do to my soul?"

Anthony was already Ang's soul warrior. A so-called soul is a soul condensed from one's own faith and will, offered to the god.

The god controls his soul, can easily sway his life and death, and can also bestow powerful strength upon the soul, projecting it back to him when needed.

Because the soul was originally offered by him, when it returns with the god's bestowed power, the reduction is small and the affinity is high, causing him no serious harm.

Of course, these are all theories. Strengthening the soul requires consuming the god's own power. There is rarely that much spare power, so generally, the soul is much weaker when projected back than when it was offered, due to the loss caused by distance.

Yet now, Anthony only felt the possessed soul was incomparably tyrannical, far stronger than when he offered it. The powerful energy leaked out uncontrollably, presenting a holy light that wrapped Anthony like a glowing magic crystal lamp.

Ang sent a confused thought: "Feed it holy light." Just feed it holy light until it can't hold anymore.

The holy flame slashed out by the Holy Spirit Angel crashed into Anthony, unable to affect him in the slightest; the leaking holy light alone neutralized the damage of the holy flame.

The onlookers gasped, subconsciously exclaiming, "Soul possession! Soul possession! The Bishop has summoned his soul; he is a man favored by the gods!"

Soul possession is of a higher grade than Holy Spirit possession, because soul possession requires the god's approval, while Holy Spirit possession only requires the approval of the Holy Spirit.

Although to outsiders there was no difference, to those in the know within the church, it was a completely different concept.

In the last thousand years, saints, bishops, and priests had all successfully summoned Holy Spirit possessions. Some even knew that the church kept a batch of Holy Spirits, and these Holy Spirits had nothing to do with the gods anymore.

If Holy Spirits could be kept privately, the grade was naturally low.

But souls cannot be kept privately; Anthony's soul descent must have received the god's approval.

Of course, these were secrets known only to those in the know, such as Dai Sen, who was hidden in the crowd. At this moment, the face under his cloak was as wrinkled as a bitter melon.

"Soul descent?! Why can he receive the god's approval? How could this be? Haven't all the gods fallen? How could this be?" Dai Sen only dared to mutter in his heart, because such words could not be heard by the other guy next to him.

Back in the Land of Corruption, the Lord of Terror had brought an undead and sold him a box containing the soul fragments of a Wisdom Angel.

When a six-winged Wisdom Angel woke up and found that the church had been split into two, what would her reaction be? What would her reaction be to Anthony, who split the church?

Naturally, she would slap him to death on the spot. The Wisdom Angel had intended to do so, but was persuaded by Dai Sen: "Lady Seraphim Luna, the traitor Anthony is surrounded by many followers of evil gods. He has even deceived over a dozen Holy Spirits and enslaved them. For the sake of caution, it is best if we first test his defensive power before you personally kill him."

She was persuaded, and Seraphim Luna quietly mingled in the crowd, ordering the Holy Spirits around Anthony to attack. In one go, Anthony's defensive power was measured: it was soul descent.

This was truly... better not to have tested it. Soul descent confused Seraphim Luna as well. Can this Anthony, who split the church, still receive the approval of the gods?

At this time, one cannot be confused. Dai Sen hurriedly leaned over and said, "It must be the disguise of an evil god. Even you cannot get a response from the gods; how could Anthony, a mere mortal, get a response from the gods? It must be the disguise of an evil god."

When Seraphim Luna heard the word "gods," her heart instinctively felt some repulsion. However, her memory had been reset; she didn't remember anything that had happened before, nor did she remember that she had petrified the Scales, nor did she remember that the gods had killed her pet.

She only remembered that maintaining the order of the church was one of her missions.

Before the soul possession, Anthony could trade blows with the Holy Spirit Angels. After the soul possession, these first-rank Holy Spirits were even less of his match, and in the blink of an eye, he swept six of them to the ground.

With his exquisite martial arts, the people around were at a loss, not knowing whether they should go up to help.

It was time for her to act. Seraphim Luna leaped into the air, her light wings spreading behind her, bursting through the cloak on her body.

Her light wings quickly solidified, turning into true feather-white wings. Within a few breaths, the light wings changed from an energy state into real wings.

Immediately after, holy light erupted from the roots of the true wings, condensing into two pairs of pure white light wings.

Six-winged Wisdom Angel, descent!

"My god, what is the situation? A six-winged Archangel assassinating Anthony? Seraphim Luna?"

Six-winged Archangels all had names. As soon as she showed her face, everyone knew who she was. This was clearly the Wisdom Angel Seraphim Luna. Why did she want to kill Anthony? Was it the will of the gods?

Some who leaned toward Anthony, feeling that he was the spokesperson of the gods and preparing to help him, now began to have second thoughts.

Kubada, who should I help? Who is the true god? Who is the evil god? Can't they just hang up a sign? This makes everyone so confused.

In this hesitant situation, most people chose to wait and see.

Only the Holy Attendant Patli led her subordinates to collectively launch an attack on the Holy Spirit.

Patli was too deeply bound by the interests of Silver Coin. Even if Anthony was evil, she could only bite the bullet and follow him. Otherwise, in the church, they were nothing more than playthings to please the elite.

Patli and the other Holy Attendants blocked the Holy Spirit, allowing Anthony to free his hands. He faced Seraphim Luna and shouted loudly, "God says!..."

Just after shouting two words, Anthony felt his scalp tingle, because he clearly saw the energy intensity on Seraphim Luna's body rising crazily, as if it were about to be triggered.

"Is it Holy Light Shining? But, what happened to me? Why can I 'see' the energy intensity?" Anthony muttered to himself.

Seraphim Luna's posture with her wings spread wide was clearly intended to cast Holy Light Shining. But what shocked Anthony was not this, but himself; he had actually used his eyes to 'see' the energy intensity on Seraphim Luna's body, and there was a very clear color band display.

The energy intensity on Seraphim Luna's body was at one-third of the color band. If converted, it was about thirty-three percent.

What does this mean? No, why can I see the color band?

The exclamations of the people around answered Anthony's question: "My god, the Ring of Scales, that is the ring of the God of Scales that weighs the heavens and the earth. The God of Scales has descended!"

Anthony looked up behind him, and sure enough, he saw a ring.

Not only did he see it, but Seraphim Luna also saw it. She had already prepared her posture for Holy Light Shining, but now she had to force it back.

Because the Ring of Scales, along with the Holy Rack of Equality, were both divine skills of the Scales. Holy Light Shining would eventually reflect back onto herself.

She didn't know that Ang hadn't gotten the Holy Rack of Equality, only the Ring of Scales.

If the opponent were the true body of the Scales, Seraphim Luna would be blind. Without the determination to die, it would be difficult to break the Holy Rack of Equality.

But the opponent was just Anthony, a living person. Even if he cast the Holy Rack of Equality, what use would it be? If I slash him one by one, I can recover, but can he?

Seraphim Luna immediately abandoned big moves like Holy Light Shining and rushed toward Anthony.

Anthony's outstretched hands hadn't been retracted yet, so he followed through and shouted, "God says! You must farm...?"

As soon as the words were out, Seraphim Luna, the onlookers, and Anthony himself were all stunned. You must farm? What the hell?

These words weren't spoken by him, but by God. Who is God? Ang!

In a flash, Anthony, who had cleared up the whole context, smiled bitterly in his heart: My lord, in such a critical moment, can you not joke around?

He hurriedly remedied, "Even the most noble must bend their waists! — The Posture of Farming!"

Seraphim Luna, who was rushing over, only felt a powerful force acting on her body, causing her straight waist to bend involuntarily.

Thus, a very strange scene appeared: Seraphim Luna rushed to Anthony with her waist bent, as if she hadn't come to fight, but to welcome him.

Anthony backhanded his staff and swung it from bottom to top toward Seraphim Luna's face.

Seraphim Luna blocked with both hands, and her whole body was knocked flying back with her waist hunched.

The people around were stunned. This inexplicable and slightly funny divine skill had never been heard of. The Posture of Farming?

"Have you ever heard of it?"

"No, no. Could this be a divine oracle of light? Farming?"

"Could it be a new divine oracle? Did Anthony listen to a new divine oracle?"

"My god, could he really be a man favored by the gods?"

"Didn't he say that before? Haven't you been flattering him all along? Don't you believe it in your heart?"

"Who really believes it? Do you?"

"Regardless of whether I believe it or not, it shouldn't be farming, right? Did Anthony convert to Druidism?"

Seraphim Luna was furious. Holy Spirit Angels don't have various emotions, but six-winged Archangels are the exception. Seraphim Luna's emotions were very intense because the insult of the Posture of Farming was too strong. How could it make her bend her waist?

"No one can make Seraphim Luna bend her waist! Not even — God!" Seraphim Luna gritted her teeth and said word by word.

Following her words, her bent waist slowly but firmly straightened up section by section. One could clearly hear the sound of her lumbar vertebrae breaking.

At the same time, raging holy flames surged from her body, quickly healing the broken lumbar vertebrae.

Anthony felt his scalp tingle. This Wisdom Angel is quite ruthless to herself, actually willing to break her bones to resist the divine oracle?

But the next second, Anthony exclaimed, "Not good, power of corruption. The Wisdom Angel has fallen. Everyone, listen to my orders, kill her!"

Just as Seraphim Luna was resisting the divine oracle, the pure white holy flames surging from her body suddenly became stained with a trace of black, and like ink, it quickly spread.

Now, no one hesitated. The facts were already very clear: the man favored by the gods, the Cardinal, the acting Pope of the Holy Church, the spokesperson of God on earth, His Excellency Anthony, had been attacked by a fallen six-winged Wisdom Angel.

Just now, everyone didn't understand the situation, but now they did. It's not too late to atone for their sins. Kill!

In an instant, countless divine arts, magic, hidden weapons, and crossbows rained down on Seraphim Luna.

Seraphim Luna wanted to move, but suddenly, a huge voice resounded through the heavens and the earth: "You are guilty!"

Several thick chains instantly appeared on Seraphim Luna's body, binding her firmly — Shackles of Original Sin.

If she couldn't dodge, even if the true body of a god descended, it would be impossible to block the overwhelming concentrated fire. The first wave of attacks hit her, directly smashing her into nothingness.

Confirming that not even slag of Seraphim Luna remained, Anthony wiped away a cold sweat and let out a long breath. It was too... thrilling. How could he have expected that a dignified six-winged Archangel would come to assassinate him? Fortunately, he reacted quickly and called his "thigh" over.

How could Lord Ang have the Ring of Scales? What did he do to the God of Scales? Also, this six-winged Archangel's strength seems a bit inconsistent with the rumors. Where is her Crossbow of Petrification?

Anthony, full of questions, suddenly heard a mountain-shaking roar. When he came to his senses and looked, he saw that all around, the church, the believers, and the onlookers were all kneeling on the ground, shouting:

"His Excellency Anthony's divine grace is vast, his divine favor is endless. Following you, God will surely guide the way forward..."

Anthony suddenly realized that he seemed to have created a big scene. Isn't this more sensational than any miracle? So the soul flames were splashing...

Ang looked blankly at the pure soul flames being projected over continuously. These soul flames, which were originally offered to the light, all surged to him because of Anthony.

With the intention of "don't leave once you're here," he pulled them all away and stuffed them to the little ghost.

At the same time, Nai Ge Li Si was also holding the box picked up from the undead, staring at the Holy Spirit fragments inside and shouting: "It's recovered, it's recovered, it really recovered. Du Luo Ken's broken seal is really useful."