Chapter 250: What Is Your Pet?

"Are you some kind of dog with a nose this sensitive?" Nagris said, both exasperated and envious.

Not everyone awakens a practical divine skill; for example, Ang's divine skill, Rapid Death Aura, sounds impressive but has zero offensive power.

Accelerating three hours equals only half a year; if an enemy has thirty years left to live, you'd need to accelerate one hundred and eighty hours just to make them age to death—and it'd be worse against long-lived species.

Of course, in the right context, it truly is a divine skill—perfect for a farming skeleton like Ang.

Take the Harvest Goddess's divine skill, for instance—does it increase pregnancy rates under her gaze?

Some divine skills are less useful than a skeleton's own Death Scythe or Royal Presence.

And Shamara's divine skill is easily the most practical one Nagris has ever seen—so practical it defies logic. Who knew Ang had obtained the Shattered Seal? Who knew who was sealed inside it?

Shamara herself didn't know why she came—but she came anyway.

Since she was here, they couldn't just kick her out; they could only let her stay aside, watching them study the Shattered Seal.

"What do we do now? Cut it open?" Nagris said. "If we don't, the intact Luna might be too much for us to control."

"Cut it, cut it—for safety," Anthony said.

Nagris pulled the box's latch, and the box split cleanly in half.

But that wasn't all—each half of the box slowly grew again, right before everyone's eyes, becoming two complete boxes.

Externally, the two boxes were indistinguishable, but only one had the latch that had split it in two.

"This box has the latch—it must be the main box. This one's the secondary. Wow, it splits and regrows? Du Luo's creations are too miraculous," Nagris marveled.

Anthony shrugged: "It's nothing special. Most of his creations repair themselves automatically—regrowing isn't surprising. Besides, can it compare to the Lord regenerating a full dragon body from just a scale and some flesh?"

"Uh…" Indeed, Ang's ability to reconstruct a complete body from a single scale and a drop of blood was far more miraculous than a box splitting into two.

"Then what? What next? Smash the box?" After some discussion, they all agreed to smash the box and retrieve the Holy Spirit Heart.

What followed was the usual ritual of bathing in holy light to be reborn—but Ang's holy light wouldn't work, because it was too pure, lacking the divine will inherent in true holy light. Even if restored, the result would only be an angel skeleton, hollow and lifeless, like the original little angel.

In the end, they had to summon the little angel. His holy light could be used, but his power alone was insufficient to resurrect a six-winged archangel—though he could borrow Ang's power.

Ang's holy light passed through the little angel, becoming impure, then shone upon the Holy Spirit Heart.

After three days and two nights under the little angel's continuous holy light, Luna slowly opened her eyes: "You heretics—what have you done to me? Die!"

After considerable effort subduing Luna, Nagris said guiltily: "With only one-fifth of her power, she's this hard to handle. In full strength, she might actually have been able to fight Luo Ke."

"Yeah, Supreme Holy Spirits are made for combat—of course they're powerful. But what do we do? She'll attack the moment we let go," Anthony groaned.

It's a shame her memories were erased. When she first woke up from petrification, she despised the Light gods with a vengeance—she even claimed they killed her pet. We wouldn't need to control her at all.

While Nagris and Anthony muttered among themselves, Shamara tore off a pair of light wings: "Lord, I want to return her power to her—there are some memories engraved within."

Nagris and Anthony exchanged a strange glance: "You didn't foresee this, did you?"

Shamara blinked her big eyes, looking utterly innocent.

At this level, some things can't be explained by coincidence or fate—because they might *be* fate itself.

The wings were injected into Luna's body; the once-pure six-winged archangel was soon engulfed in black holy flames, her gaze growing vacant.

After a long while, she frowned, her eyes scanning the group blankly, murmuring: "What happened? Where am I?"

"Do you remember what happened?" Nagris asked.

Luna frowned: "They… betrayed the Light… killed my pet… I petrified the Scales… where's the Scales?"

"The Scales are dead. Anything else? Do you remember who I am?" Nagris asked.

Luna hesitated: "The God of Knowledge? Why are you so thin? And why are you a corpse dragon?"

"..." Good. Confirmed: this was the Luna who had awakened from petrification, not the memory-wiped Holy Spirit. Even if her memories were gone, her thought patterns remained identical—she wasn't one of those single-minded angels.

When a Wisdom Angel isn't single-minded, she's easy to communicate with—otherwise, why call her a Wisdom Angel? Nagris hadn't even finished speaking when she already knew what he intended to say.

"I don't know what happened. When the gods vanished, I was still petrified. My memories are fragmented—I don't fully understand what occurred. If you hope to get more information from me, you'll be disappointed. I might know less than you do," Luna said sincerely.

Nagris had expected this—after all, Luna had been honest right after awakening from petrification. He only wanted more details; useful information often hid within them.

After a thorough and detailed conversation, Nagris finally understood why she claimed the gods had betrayed the Light.

"To obtain the Creation Light, they ascended everyone in Heaven," Luna said bitterly.

Gasp—just that one sentence confirmed Nagris's long-held suspicion: the Holy Heaven had always had a tradition of welcoming believers, yet there were no traces of living beings living there—where had all those people gone?

What was the Creation Light? What was ascension?

What exactly was the Light? Was it the Light gods themselves—or the perfect world that believers longed for?

Luna clearly believed it was the latter—that's why she said the gods had betrayed the Light, betrayed the believers.

As for what ascension meant, Nagris didn't even want to ask—he knew it couldn't be good.

After extracting every last scrap of information from Luna, Nagris suddenly remembered something and asked curiously: "You keep saying the gods killed your pet. What was your pet?"

Luna hesitated, then said: "A Holy Light Wraith."

Worried they wouldn't understand, she quickly explained: "It sounds strange—Holy Light and Wraith together—but it truly was a wraith made of Holy Light, where Holy Light power and an undead soul fused perfectly into one. Extremely rare…"

She didn't notice the strange expressions on everyone's faces.

PS: For some reason, I'm so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open. Did I eat something bad again? I need to sleep for a bit.