Chapter 285: Ang's Black Angel

"Xia Mala, it's the Fallen Saint Xia Mala, the Fallen Angel is here!" The crowd let out bursts of terrified shouts.

The Fallen Angel Xia Mala once occupied the plane hotspot list for a long time, and the Fallen Legion she polluted made people panic.

Believing in light for a lifetime, suddenly one day a person who can pollute your faith pops up. As long as you are polluted by her, you become impure and are no longer recognized by light. What is this feeling?

It's like a Minotaur suddenly rushing toward you with a broom stained with a manure bucket. Just thinking about it makes your scalp numb.

For a period of time, Xia Mala became the existence that all believers of Light feared most. Everyone remembered her characteristics carefully and ran away when they saw her.

Now, this terrible existence flew over quickly, two huge black light wings flapping, leaving a trail of black tail marks.

Arriving above where Anthony was, Xia Mala flapped her light wings slowly, her eyes radiating black light, a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said loudly: "Foolish people, prayer cannot save you. Awaken, follow me, break the shackles of light."

This inexplicable, declaration-like words made the believers tremble, fearing that they would be polluted if they listened to a few more sentences.

Only Anthony wanted to buckle his feet awkwardly. Where did Xia Mala find these lines? It's fine to flip the lines, but the skill of reading the lines is not enough. It almost read out the opera tone. If she says a few more sentences, she will definitely be exposed.

Fortunately, she didn't need to chant much more, a loud voice resounded through the sky: "Shut up, fallen soul, how can you profane the light? The Black Angel under the seat of the Ascetic Ang has come to judge you!"

With this voice, another fallen angel wearing holy spirit armor, with a mask on her face, and two pairs of black light wings on her back, flew over from the distance at high speed.

Black Angel? Ascetic? An?

While everyone was still confused, the Black Angel and Xia Mala fought together. Every move, every gesture, hit a strong energy collision fluctuation, genuine, no deception. Even if they were several kilometers away, they could feel the amazing power when they fought.

Just the aftermath hitting the ground knocked down many people. After a few rounds of fighting, no one doubted their strength anymore.

The two-winged Xia Mala didn't seem to be the opponent of the four-winged Black Angel. As they fought, she fled in embarrassment, and the Black Angel chased after her. The two disappeared at the end of the river valley.

Seeing this, Anthony raised his arms and shouted: "Great, it's the Black Angel of the Ascetic An, who came to rescue us. They must have come under the order of the gods. Thank the gods, light is supreme!"

The mouth is shouting like this, but Anthony's heart can't help but complain: "Ku Ba Da! Whose pseudonym is this? So lazy, just one word less?"

All the believers were stunned first, then overjoyed. Anthony's words are equivalent to defining the Black Angel. Are the Black Angel and everyone on the same side?

"Thank the gods, light is supreme! Thank the gods, light is supreme!" Everyone cheered involuntarily.

With everyone's cheers, a person wearing a cloak walked over slowly in the air, walked over everyone's heads, and walked all the way to Anthony.

Anthony hurriedly let people remove the protective cover, stepped forward two steps and saluted excitedly: "Shepherd under the light, Anthony has seen Lord An."

God, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of believers of Light, he is saluting the God of Undead. Thinking about it is exciting. If the identity is exposed, will these believers tear them apart?

Ang nodded, didn't return the salute, and said directly: "Concentrate patients."

Don't look at Ang's arrogant posture, but the people around didn't feel offended or think it was unreasonable.

Ascetic, ascetic, these guys who practice asceticism every day, if they understand politeness, it's called unreasonable. Not to mention that the other party came under the "Oracle," even if it was just going to the toilet, he wouldn't say hello when meeting the Pope.

The status of the ascetic is transcendent, but they are independent of the entire court, not subject to anyone's restraint.

Because some ascetics may practice asceticism for a lifetime and never step into human society for half a step. Some ascetics don't report to the court when they accept students, so naturally no one will record their identity.

So casual, aren't you afraid that someone will impersonate an ascetic?

Not afraid, because their holy light is the certification of the gods to them, and their power represents the gods.

Theoretically, the ascetic is to bear the power of the gods and walk in the world for the gods, and work hard to practice the body.

If someone wants to impersonate, it is easy to be seen through, because the ascetic has almost no seven emotions and six desires. As long as there is a little desire for power, it is not a real ascetic.

Those who want to be promoted and get rich will not impersonate an ascetic. Those who want to indulge in pleasure will not impersonate an ascetic. Only those who have ulterior motives will impersonate, but they will not get the approval of the gods.

An ascetic who can't even use holy light must be fake.

But Ang, this fake, lives more bitterly than a real ascetic. Not to mention seven emotions and six desires, he doesn't even have breathing, and the holy light is pure, purer than the genuine one.

While those patients were concentrated, Ang smashed a group of holy light onto the pile of bright red mucus, purifying them cleanly, and then smashed groups of holy light onto the patient who spat out the mucus.

The patient had actually died at this time, but he hadn't been dead for long and hadn't died completely. At least Ang could sense that his consciousness hadn't dissipated.

Idle is idle, Ang first smashed the Cleansing Technique to heal the damaged organs in his body, then condensed thunder elements, pressed them on his chest, and released.

The dead body was shocked by Ang and sat up, took a long breath, the heart resumed beating, and he lived.

Ang was also a little surprised. When he used this move to shock Negris, he spent a lot of effort because the Brass Dragon's magic resistance was too high, so he had to put his hand into the throat and discharge from the body.

Didn't expect that human magic resistance is low, so it worked at once.

What is this? The legendary resurrection technique! Miracle! The believers around knelt on the ground, and even Anthony had soft legs and almost knelt down.

A large number of patients with infection symptoms were concentrated. Ang scanned them and divided their condition into four stages: mild, heavy, dangerous, and emergency.

Mild is the kind without symptoms. These people were not brought over, but without thinking, I know that there must be a large number of mild cases in the surrounding crowd who are infected but have not shown symptoms.

Heavy is those who have shown symptoms and were concentrated. At least they are above heavy.

Dangerous is that the organs have been damaged. Even if the insects are purified, their damaged organs are not enough to support them to live.

Emergency is the kind that is about to spit out mucus.

Ang first quickly cured the dozen or so emergency cases, then took out the insecticide and handed it to Anthony: "Different proportions, feed them."

Anthony nodded, turned and handed it to the guard leader under him: "Different proportions, feed them."

The guard leader nodded, turned and handed it to the guards under him: "Different proportions, feed them."

After Anthony cast a murderous look, this guard finally didn't dare to transfer it out, pulled a few subordinates, and prepared it himself. According to his idea, it was to transfer it to the cook. The work of seasoning and dilution is most suitable for the cook to do.

Sawa had already written the proportions on the paper, just add water, and soon prepared medicinal water with different proportions.

Divide those heavy cases into a dozen groups, seven or eight in each group, each group received medicinal water of the same proportion, and then drank it.

The group with one percent proportion had no reaction, the group with fifty percent spat out white foam directly, died on the spot, and the remaining four were also dying.

However, Ang had long been prepared, and a series of holy light smashed down like no money. Those who died were also saved, and the insect plague in the body was purified by the way.

With Ang's escort, those patients didn't resist the experiment at all, and even longed for conditions to get Ang's treatment and bathe in holy light.

After a comparison, Ang obtained the medicinal water with a proportion of three percent, which is most effective for heavy cases and will not damage the human body.

Medicinal water of the same proportion is equally effective for dangerous cases, but it needs a therapist to treat on the side, otherwise, even if the insects are cleared, people will still die.

Next is the time to show miracles.

In the next five days, Ang stayed here, continuously treating those dangerous patients with damaged internal organs. Don't look at the low intensity of the purification technique, but continuously releasing it for five days without sleep, in the eyes of believers, this is a miracle. Long live Ascetic An!

Just when Ang was treating patients without sleep, he came to a patient lying on the ground. Just as he squatted down, the patient in front of him exploded and slammed a punch at Ang's face.

Ang reacted quickly and grabbed the patient's fist.

I saw this patient reveal a strange smile and said: "Busybody guy, the Insect God says hello to you, sacrifice your flesh and blood."

While speaking, the patient's hand melted, wrapped around Ang's palm, and surged upward. ===== CHAPTER 286 =====