Chapter 249: The Broken Seal

A broken seal is a very special type of seal; it can seal a complete object in a broken state.

This was originally a very useless seal. You could just seal the complete object; what is the point of sealing something broken?

But when it is used on a Holy Spirit, the original uselessness becomes an advantage. Holy Spirits have a very special ability: they can be reborn by bathing in Holy Light.

If you split a Holy Spirit Heart in two, seal one half, and use the other half to bathe in Holy Light to be reborn, then go out and roam.

If you accidentally roam to your death, hey, isn't there still the other half sealed away? It will grow back. Once it has grown back, split it in two again, take it to bathe in Holy Light, and wouldn't you have a combat weapon that can be reborn continuously?

The broken seal even considers this problem. After the Holy Spirit Heart recovers, you pull the trigger, and the Holy Spirit Heart inside will be cut in two; one half is spat out, while the other half remains sealed, saving the process of "splitting it in two."

The only drawback is that an angel reborn using half a Holy Spirit Heart retains less than half of its combat power.

Specifically for the Wisdom Angel Seraphim Luna, her combat power after rebirth is probably not even one-fifth of her prime, because quantitative change leads to qualitative change; missing half her power means her combat power cannot cross the line of qualitative change.

It is just like a punch with five hundred jin of force versus a punch with one thousand jin of force; hitting someone with it is definitely not a concept of being twice as painful.

This is also the reason why Anthony feels Seraphim Luna is a bit weak. After all, a six-winged archangel is an existence on the level of Bonehard Luoke, with combat power comparable to a god.

"The recovery is a bit slow. How long will it take to fully recover?" Anthony, who had secretly teleported over, stood around the broken seal, looking at the Holy Spirit Heart slowly growing under the transparent crystal, and asked.

"It will probably take about a month," Negris estimated the time.

"Too slow. I will come back in a month. By the way, my lord, why can you project the Ring of Scales? Have you mastered the godhood of the Scales?" Anthony asked.

He knew the news that the Scales had been killed by Ang, but he did not expect that even the Scales' ability could be projected onto himself. Could it be that my lord has completely mastered the godhood of the God of Scales?

This is one of the main gods of light, the God of Scales. If he could master it, wouldn't it be very easy to steal the faith of light?

"Half. I only snatched the Ring of Scales down. Legend says it can weigh all things in the world, but I don't know how to weigh them. I haven't seen Ang use it usually; maybe it can't be used for farming," Negris said.

Anthony said: "I experienced it. I can see the enemy's energy intensity. My lord, can you see my energy intensity?"

Ang turned his head to look at him and said: "Green."

"Green? What does that mean?" Anthony asked, puzzled. He had seen a ribbon of color before, but he didn't dare to be distracted during the battle, so he didn't understand what it meant.

"Green, no need to pay attention. Yellow, be careful. Red, very dangerous," Ang said.

After some explanation, Negris and Anthony finally understood what it meant. What Ang saw was also a ribbon of color, with all kinds of colors. Some people leaned towards green, some towards blue, some towards orange; these didn't need to be paid attention to.

Only those leaning towards yellow needed to be on high alert. If it leaned towards red, it meant it was very dangerous and one needed to be careful.

Besides energy intensity, Ang could also see weight, volume, and other data. It is worthy of being the Ring of Scales that weighs all things.

This ability is simply wasted on Ang. It would be better to give it to a tailor, who would know what size the customer wears at a glance.

The Holy Spirit Heart could not recover in a short while, so Anthony had to go back first and come back in a month.

Taking advantage of this free time, Negris scammed Aubenli out of three illusion simulation arrays. Ang kept two for himself, and the third was arranged for Alchemist Sawa's pharmacy and alchemy laboratory.

Pharmacy and alchemy are the professions that need this kind of simulation array the most, so much so that Alchemist Sawa's eyes glowed with excitement, and she shouted excitedly: "My lord, from now on I am yours! You can do whatever you want with me!"

In the Land of Fallen, Harvey woke up from his deep sleep and raised his hand to his eyes, looking at the ball of Holy Light in his palm: "Why is this thing getting more and more vigorous?"

The Fire of All Faiths in his palm had grown quite a bit, already bringing Harvey a trace of discomfort, burning him awake from his deep sleep.

"Should I go find the Great Sage to take a look?" Harvey felt that this couldn't go on and he had to find a way to deal with it. He finally climbed up and came to the cave entrance to take a look: "The sun is so scorching. Forget it, I'll talk about it when the Eternal Night comes."

Harvey muttered, turned back, raised his palm, and blew a breath of air onto it with force.

The breath was the aura of the soul, like a cold ice, quickly freezing the flame in his palm.

City of Light, the Church, Temple of Holy Light.

Believers often say "the Church," referring to the Temple of Holy Light in the City of Light. This is the center of power for the Church of Light, covering an area of dozens of square kilometers, and is an independent city in itself.

The Temple of Holy Light is the center of the City of Light and also the place where the Pope resides.

However, in general circumstances, the eastern and western dioceses also have their own temples, and everyone habitually calls them "the Church" as well, just not in writing. But whenever "the Church" appears in writing, it definitely refers to the Temple of Holy Light.

Pope Guli Anni is the master here. Occasionally, some people call him Juli Anni, which carries a slight tone of contempt in the pronunciation.

In a corner of the temple garden, Guli Anni was receiving Dai Sen. Dai Sen, dressed in full regalia and looking extremely solemn, followed behind Guli Anni, who was in casual clothes, like a little follower.

Guli Anni strolled along, saying one thing and another: "The responsibility of the Western Diocese is very heavy, and the situation is very complex. Various forces are intertwined, and it also borders the Elf Forest. A moment of carelessness can easily lead to mistakes."

"Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will definitely handle it well," Dai Sen said respectfully, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Wearing heavy ceremonial robes and a crown weighing more than ten jin on his head, Dai Sen's neck was almost crushed.

Admittedly, his strength allowed him to ignore the weight of his attire, but the problem was that following behind Guli Anni, he didn't dare to use his power and could only carry it with his body.

Carrying it was no problem, but he would sweat. At this moment, he was already drenched in sweat, and his underwear was wet.

But Guli Anni was still chatting aimlessly, saying some irrelevant things. The exhortations didn't sound like exhortations, and the orders didn't sound like orders; it was no different from an old farmer chatting at the entrance of a village.

Dai Sen was expressing his loyalty while his mind raced. Guli Anni couldn't be making things difficult for him on purpose; there must be something that he hadn't done to satisfy His Majesty. As for what it was? He needed to ponder it carefully.

Just now he had already probed, indicating that there would be a large donation, and also indicating that he could give up several key positions to let Guli Anni insert his own people, but Guli Anni had changed the subject.

Obviously, his stance hadn't grasped what His Majesty truly cared about.

What exactly was it? Dai Sen thought until his head was about to explode. He realized that he had stayed in the Land of Fallen for too long and was somewhat out of touch with the main plane, not even knowing what Pope His Majesty truly cared about.

Thinking of this, Dai Sen said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I have stayed in the barbaric Land of Fallen for too long and fought with brainless undead creatures for too long. My mind has become a bit dull, and I don't even know where the true interests of the Church lie. Please give me some guidance."

"You are wrong about that. Even if you are in the wilderness, you must always keep in mind that the true interests of the Church are, of course, the believers," Guli Anni said.

Dai Sen's mind raced: Believers? Believers? It seems the problem lies with the believers. What does His Majesty mean? Does he hope I will expand the scale of believers?

Impossible, this is what a bishop should do in the first place; no need to beat around the bush, just say it directly. Is it that he hopes I will reduce the scale of believers? This is easy to handle; just have a few major plagues and famines. But what is the significance of this to him?

After pondering for a while, Dai Sen probed: "Believers are like lost lambs. They cannot see the fog ahead clearly and need a shepherd to guide them from time to time. I have stayed in the Land of Fallen for too long and am sometimes confused. I hope the Church can provide support and transfer some devout priests over to grasp the direction of faith."

Guli Anni smiled, nodded, and said: "They indeed need to be guided at all times, otherwise they will be like Anthony, blinded by evil gods. You are very good; keep a devout heart and don't learn from Anthony."

Dai Sen's heart was pounding wildly. He understood what Guli Anni wanted to do. He wanted to steal faith!

And he was already doing it. Guli Anni's eyes looking at him at this moment actually had golden pupils, showing them to him without any concealment.

Heavens, golden pupils. This is at least the mark of a demigod. Guli Anni already has a demigod body?

Dai Sen knelt on the ground in fear, his forehead against the ground, not daring to move. Guli Anni showing it to him without concealment meant that he only had two choices left: survival or destruction?

"Please guide me, Your Majesty!" Dai Sen shouted loudly without raising his head.

"Go, lead the believers onto the correct path," Guli Anni smiled kindly, and a scepter slowly appeared in his hand.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Dai Sen climbed up and responded loudly. Only after finishing did he notice the scepter in Guli Anni's hand: "Eh? The Pope's Scepter? Is this the old Pope's Scepter? Wasn't it lost? Where was it found?"

It would have been better not to mention it. As soon as it was mentioned, Guli Anni felt embarrassed: "Uh, Anthony offered it."

"Ah? Anthony offered it? Why did he..." Dai Sen was confused. Anthony had almost broken with the Church; why would he offer the Pope's Scepter, which has such great symbolic significance?

"Sigh, I fell for that guy's trick. This is just a prop. He held an exhibition of lost holy relics of the Church. I don't know where he collected a bunch of lost holy relics and toured them in major cities in the Eastern Diocese. He even said these holy relics were sentient and only those who were truly recognized could use them, and then he offered the Pope's Scepter to me."

"I took a look when I got it. It is indeed the Pope's Scepter, but it was more than half rotten and then repaired. And I can't not use it. If I don't use it, it means I'm not recognized by the scepter. It makes me so angry."

Guli Anni was uncharacteristically losing his composure, completely different from the Pope His Majesty who showed no concealment just now.

Dai Sen suddenly felt a sense of loss. He was still being kneaded by Guli Anni and didn't dare to resist, but Anthony had already started playing with the Pope. Is this the gap?

After waiting for a full month, the Holy Spirit Heart in the broken seal finally recovered.

Anthony, who had received the news long ago, came early to guard it, just waiting to witness the rebirth of the Supreme Holy Spirit, the six-winged archangel, the Wisdom Angel Seraphim Luna.

He chatted with Negris in passing: "My lord, you all need to be careful recently. Dai Sen has been appointed as the Archbishop of the Western Diocese and has already started to take office. Once he integrates the power of the Western Diocese, he will definitely target you."

Negris said unconvinced: "Why? We don't steal or rob, we stay in the desert and do business properly. Why target us?"

"If it were me, I would target you first too. Abyss wanderers, no foundation, and money. I've heard rumors in the East that you in the desert are very rich. A single beauty project costs tens of thousands of magic crystals. Someone has already offered a reward to find out your background," Anthony said with an expression of "how can you be so clueless."

After finishing, he added: "You killing Nikola was a brilliant move. The high-level of the Western Diocese is extremely chaotic and has never been able to elect a new bishop, so they are unable to deal with you. But it will be different after Dai Sen takes office. This guy is a formidable character. Although there is no evidence, the one who assassinated me back then must have been him, not Nikola."

"Hmph, hmph." Negris hummed unconvinced and said: "Let them come. You said the high-level is extremely chaotic. Even if he takes office, integrating power won't be something that can be completed in a short while."

"No, others can't complete it, but Dai Sen can. He didn't come back from the Land of Fallen alone; he brought many powerful subordinates. The combat power of the Land of Fallen is recognized as the strongest among the three dioceses. If he doesn't play dirty, I can't handle him," Anthony said solemnly.

Negris was a bit panicked by what he said: "Then what should we do? This is the desert. I'm not afraid of assassinations, but if they send an army up the river, it will be troublesome. However, the Silver Knights were wiped out by us. If he wants to come again, he will definitely have to organize a force larger than the Silver Knights, otherwise he won't be able to chew us down. Can he organize so many people in a short time?"

Anthony glanced at it: "You underestimate the power of one of our dioceses. In fact, it has always been the power of the Church that targets you. The Church is only good at manipulating people's hearts and is not very good at organizing battles. If Dai Sen can persuade human countries..."

Speaking of this, Anthony's words were suddenly interrupted by a report. After permission, a Purple Skeleton Titan brought someone over. Xia Mala walked in, shrinking her head, and asked hesitantly: "My lord, the voice in my heart tells me that I should come here, right?"

Just as she finished speaking, inside the broken seal, the last bit of the Holy Spirit Heart also finished recovering, and a faint fluctuation spread out.

PS: Taking care of the child, I'm late.