Chapter 277: Pick it up and smash it

In front of a cave in a remote corner, the Goddess of Redemption walked in and waved her hand lightly, and the cave entrance disappeared, leaving not a trace. Even if someone saw the goddess go in from here, if they came over, they could only hit a rock wall.

This was clearly not some kind of illusion, but a barrier.

The Goddess of Redemption walked through a short, pitch-black cave, and the front was suddenly bright, as if walking into a bird-singing and flower-fragrant valley. Sunlight sprinkled down gently, the breeze blew, grass was everywhere, and it was quiet and pleasant.

However, the Goddess of Redemption was not in the mood to experience these beautiful sceneries, but walked quickly with a sad face, and soon stepped abruptly into a great hall.

From the grass to the colored bricks specially made for the temple, it was just one step, so abrupt. In this space, one side was a bird-singing and flower-fragrant valley, and the other side was a sacred and majestic temple.

The Goddess of Redemption stepped on the colored bricks with bare feet, pacing back and forth, and said with a sad face: "What to do, the rope is gone, the hammer is also lost, what if the Undead God chases after me?"

After being sad for a while, the Goddess of Redemption barely cheered up and murmured: "Let me see what weapons I have left. With my current power, I can drive two artifacts."

While speaking, the Goddess of Redemption waved her hand lightly, and crystal cabinets emerged from the colored brick floor, one after another, row after row, extending to the depths of the temple where one couldn't see the end.

In every crystal cabinet, there were artifacts, soul weapons, and holy artifacts that were flowing with light or filled with black energy, with different shapes, various styles, and dazzling, making people dizzy.

The Goddess of Redemption walked like entering a vegetable market, tiptoeing, walking lightly between these crystal cabinets.

After shopping for a long time, the Goddess of Redemption's face wrinkled again: "They are all low-level equipment, not as easy to use as the Rope of Redemption and the Hammer of Redemption. What to do?"

Artifacts also have levels, not to mention soul weapons and holy artifacts. Good soul weapons are actually not worse than artifacts, but they are basically bound to the owner.

For example, the Death Scythe, the Undead Flute, the Dimensional Hand, etc., are themselves the condensation of soul energy and cannot exist apart from the owner. So the ones that can be placed here are some special soul weapons, and the grade is not high.

As for holy artifacts, it goes without saying. They were originally artifacts bestowed by gods to believers. Could they be higher-end than what the gods themselves use? Of course, there are exceptions to everything...

The Goddess of Redemption picked for a long time and picked a pair of boots. She was originally barefoot, so she shook them and put them on, murmuring: "Escape Boots, just in case the Undead God chases after me, I can run faster."

Then she continued shopping and finally shopped to the crystal cabinet at the very end.

In the cabinet was a cross-shaped object, with a main pole inserted into the ground and a horizontal bar placed on the main pole.

However, this horizontal bar could be moved, and trays were hung at both ends of the bar, just like a single-legged balance.

"I'll use you, Equality Holy Frame. In case the Undead God chases after me, at least I can die with him," the Goddess of Redemption said with a smile.

In the Palace of Rest, those people stuffed in by Ang gathered together, listening to Luna telling stories.

Luna squatted on the field ridge without any image and said: "The Goddess of Redemption is the most troublesome one among the Light Gods besides the three main gods. Her own combat power is not very strong, but if I were an enemy, I would rather fight three Garix than face the Goddess of Redemption."

Garix is the Seraph who

There were only three Six-Winged Archangels, namely the Cherub Luna, the Seraphim Jia Lixie, and the Power Angel What's-His-Name; they all possessed strength not inferior to the gods of Light.

Even the Archangels specifically responsible for combat had stronger combat power than non-combat gods like the God of Scales.

However, the value of a god was not reflected by combat; for example, the God of Scales—because of his existence, even someone as strong as the Undead King would not dare to come knocking.

Admittedly, the King could kill him with one punch, but if they were to die, they would die together.

Unfortunately, he ran into the Dragon God Transformation that countered him, and died miserably at Ang's hands.

Divine skills countered each other, each having its own advantages, but the Goddess of Redemption had more advantages.

"Redemption, redemption, saving lives and redeeming lives. The Goddess of Redemption could not only absorb the damage others caused to her, but also absorb the damage others received. I don't know how many people have asked her to save their lives. Everyone is not an ordinary person, so using gold coins or magic crystals is too vulgar, so basically they all give some divine artifacts, soul artifacts, or treasures. Therefore, no one knows how many divine artifacts the Goddess of Redemption has in her hands."

Luna said while dancing: "But the most troublesome thing is that she has an ability to solidify the damage after absorbing it and release it when the time is right. For example, my Petrifying Crossbow shot out a petrifying ray to petrify the enemy; she could absorb the damage of the petrifying ray, seal it in a crystal cabinet, and then take it out to deal with me."

"Although the petrifying ray absorbed from others is not as powerful as the original version, even if only one-third of the power remains, it can still petrify people. No one knows what weapons or skills she will use. If you happen to run into something that counters you, it will be very troublesome."

Everyone listened in a daze, and Nage Lisi was even more terrified: "Then isn't she invincible? Carrying a pile of sealed divine skills and a pile of divine artifacts, just smash them at whoever she sees. Regardless of what attribute counters what, if she smashes ten items, there will always be a few that are not countered."

The little angel's eyes shone as it listened, its little head nodding constantly; clearly, it also wanted to do this, just pick things up and smash them.

Luna said: "Of course that's impossible. Whether it's divine artifacts or divine skills, they all need divine power to drive them. The Goddess of Redemption's divine power is almost the weakest, not even as strong as I... I was before. With her power, there is no way to carry all the divine artifacts and divine skills on her."

When Luna spoke about herself, she paused slightly. Nage Lisi then remembered that the Luna in front of him was not in her complete form.

Actually, not just Luna, the Goddess of Redemption, the God of Undead, including himself, were not in their complete forms. It was unreasonable to use past data to measure the gods of the present.

In all planes, the only one whose strength remained unchanged was the Tree of Life, but the Tree of Life was not a god, or rather, the Tree of Life disdained to become a god.

The Tree of Life was a super life form, naturally possessing power even stronger than gods. The faith that elves offered to it was like donating money to a billionaire.

Therefore, the Tree of Life was still alive, while all other gods had disappeared, except for those who had been sealed.

"Then does that mean the disappearance of the gods is related to the origin power of faith?" Nage Lisi muttered and analyzed: "This God of Redemption is newborn, so does that mean she had disappeared before and only recently reborn? Is it possible that she retained her memory and knows why the gods disappeared?"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

The little angel's eyes also lit up, picking up the Great Earth Hammer and waving it around, making gestures to throw it several times, scaring the Great Earth Hammer into a series of booms.

By the edge of the well, Ang looked at the familiar buildings and gates in the distance, feeling somewhat dazed.

What was the building he was most familiar with? The Palace of Rest? The Brass Book Tower? The World Transit Station? The Undead Temple? Meishen City?

None of them. The building he was most familiar with was the boundary marker of the farm barrier, a building located in the very center of the farm, looking like both a stele and a tower.

Birds would build nests on it, and the skeletons in the nearby farmland would also pile things like harvested stalks around the boundary marker, so it was buried by half for most of the year, with only the top section exposed.

Later, as the skeletons in the farm scattered or disappeared, Ang became the only one who could move inside. It was only after he needed a large amount of stalks for composting and burning ash that he slowly cleared away the things around the boundary marker, revealing it in its entirety.

It was originally an inconspicuous thing, but no matter how inconspicuous, after looking at it for over a thousand years, it would become incredibly familiar. So Ang recognized at a glance that the building was a boundary marker, so this was a farm barrier.

The location of the well was at the edge of the farm barrier; crossing the fence would enter the scope of the barrier.

The scope of the farm barrier was only about three thousand mu. A small half of the farmland had been leveled to build houses, and the rest of the area was reclaimed as farmland, with some crops planted sparsely.

Scattered among the farmlands were some small sheds, which should have been built for the convenience of tending to the crops nearby, just like the haystacks Ang built himself with stalks.

The creatures here lived, ate, and planted all within the scope of the farm barrier because other places were not suitable for survival. Looking around, it was all gray rocks, and even the sky was rock; this place was like the hollow interior of a huge rock.

It was dark everywhere, and only within the scope of the barrier was there sunlight.

Inside the barrier, the residents here already knew the news of Ang's arrival and were gathering quickly, carrying tattered farm tools, shouting loudly, and rushing over.

Nage Lisi, who was projected onto Ang, saw this scene and said in shock: "So... so many minotaurs, they are the ones who are thin."

Seeing that there were at least a hundred minotaurs gathered, both male and female, old and young, they rushed up in a flurry.

Ang took out the little angel and the little zombie. Ten minutes later, the hundred-plus minotaurs were kneeling on the ground with bruised faces, holding their farm tools over their heads, crying and moaning.

Ang took everyone out one by one.

Nage Lisi immediately circled the farm barrier and said in shock: "Exactly the same, why is there a farm barrier here?"

Ang tilted his head and thought for a while, walked into the pile of minotaurs, found the thinnest one, took out a bag of grain, and asked: "Here, why, is there a farm?"

The minotaur widened its bull eyes, looked at the plump grain inside in disbelief, and said excitedly: "Give... give to me?"

Ang nodded.

The minotaur opened its mouth wide, about to plunge its head into the grain bag.

The little zombie pounced on it, knocked it over with its shoulder, and shouted 'Ao' at it loudly.

The minotaur looked at the little zombie in suspicion, then looked at Ang. What does it mean? Can you speak human language?

Nage Lisi said: "Answer the question, why is there a farm barrier here?"

The minotaur blinked its innocent big eyes.

Nage Lisi had to guide it patiently: "Do you know what a barrier is?"

The minotaur shook its head.

It's over. If it doesn't even know what a barrier is, how could it possibly know about a farm barrier?

Nage Lisi had to raise his head and turn to the other minotaurs: "Does anyone know this question? Whoever can answer this question, this bag of grain will belong to them."

The minotaurs looked at each other, every bull face showing an expression of being moved, but no one responded.

Nage Lisi had Ang take out more grain, one bag, two bags, until he added up to five bags of grain. One minotaur couldn't hold back and stood up: "My lord, we don't know what a farm barrier is, but we know where the answer might be. I will take you there, can you distribute this grain to all of us?"

Ang took a look, it was an acquaintance, the same minotaur auntie who was in the well just now.

"Yes, no problem, you take us there first." Even if the minotaur auntie didn't say this, Nage Lisi would still help them later. Looking at how hungry they were, each one was as thin as a stick; some would believe it if you said they were minotaur zombies.

The minotaur auntie looked at the grain bags piled on the ground, swallowed her saliva, turned her head with difficulty, and led Ang and the others toward the other end of the farm.

As they walked, they could hear a thunderous sound coming from her abdomen, like a drum beating.

The minotaur auntie was clearly used to it; she skillfully pulled her waistband and tightened it hard, immediately stopping the sound from her abdomen.

"This is really... too miserable." Nage Lisi compared the other two minotaur aunties in the Lich City and Qiaotou Town, plus the cook Waniya, and immediately felt that the one in front of him was the most pitiful.

He hurriedly signaled Ang to take out a beet: "You are leading the way for us, you can't have no strength. Eat this first to fill your stomach. By the way, what is your name?"

How could the minotaur auntie listen to Nage Lisi's words? Her eyes were like they were stuck to the beet, unable to be pulled away.

In desperation, Nage Lisi forcibly stuffed the beet into her hand, only then pulling her attention back.

"Re... re... really give it to me to eat?" The minotaur auntie's voice was trembling.

"Yes, yes, yes, eat it," Nage Lisi said with some pity and some helplessness.

Lu Se now didn't even eat fresh beets, only the honey-preserved kind, and he was very picky, peeling off the skin and such, leaving only the translucent parts to dry into candied fruit as snacks.

Lu Se lived such a luxurious life, yet people in other places were still eating dirt. It was too unfair. I'll deduct his snacks later, Nage Lisi thought bitterly.

The minotaur auntie gnawed on the beet with all her might, having no time to answer Nage Lisi's questions. She had to gnaw while walking, and soon they arrived at a stone stele at the edge of the farm.

Nage Lisi somewhat understood why there might be an answer here, because the stele was engraved with text, but it was engraved using Demon Inscriptions, which read: The Minotaur Clan is exiled to...

Nage Lisi had just seen this when Ang suddenly stepped forward, and the Death Scythe swept across the stele.