Chapter 334: The Power of What God?

Dai Sen led a divine skeleton back, asking as he walked: "Do you have a name?"

The divine skeleton blinked in confusion; only after Dai Sen repeated himself did it realize the man was speaking to it. Its soul trembled, and a voice sounded: "Forgotten."

"No way, you even forgot your name? Does this divine power still work after death?" Dai Sen muttered bitterly, then said: "Then I'll call you 'Divine Bone.'"

Divine Bone stared blankly, saying nothing.

"Divine Bone, Lord Luo Ke ordered you to assist me in eliminating the followers of the God of Despair. But because my identity is special, I'm currently undercover inside the Church of Light, gathering intelligence and relaying messages for Lord Luo Ke—I can't expose myself freely, so you'll have to act alone. I'll guide you to your targets. By the way, what abilities do you have?" Dai Sen asked.

Divine Bone was blank.

"I mean, what skills or combat techniques do you possess?" Dai Sen sighed.

Dai Sen was already disappointed he hadn't tricked the Lord of Mourning into leaving; now he'd been handed a dim-witted creature. Judging by its expression, it didn't seem very smart.

Originally, seeing the divine mark on its forehead had made Dai Sen happy—wasn't a skeleton formed from a divine body supposed to be powerful? But after just a few words, he realized: a skeleton was still just a skeleton.

After repeating himself several times, he finally made Divine Bone understand. Suddenly, the skeleton arched its body and let out a silent roar.

Dai Sen couldn't hear the silent roar. As he wondered what Divine Bone was doing, the entire earth erupted—countless skeletons scrambled to their feet and sprinted toward them at full speed.

"Skeleton summoning? Useless," Dai Sen muttered.

No sooner had he spoken than a spatial rift split open beside Divine Bone, and a golden skeleton leapt out.

"Spatial summoning!" Dai Sen gasped in shock.

This was only the beginning. Spatial rifts kept opening before Divine Bone, one after another, each spitting out a golden skeleton—twenty or more in total.

After emerging, the golden skeletons looked left and right, then fixed their eye sockets on Dai Sen.

Many knight novels describe summoners—some low-level ones can summon things from other dimensions to fight for them. Such a concept is utterly illogical.

The power required to pierce space is immense; no low-level summoner could achieve it. Only extremely powerful space mages—like Xiludi, an Arcane Mage—could rapidly pierce within the same plane.

To cross into another plane, precise coordinates and rigorous calculations are needed—even Xiludi couldn't do it easily.

So spatial summoning is by no means easy; otherwise, the World Transit Station and the Heavenly Fortress would have no value.

Yet this divine skeleton effortlessly summoned a dozen golden skeletons to its side—and it didn't look exhausted. It seemed as if there were simply no more golden skeletons left. Did silver skeletons not even qualify in its eyes?

As Dai Sen pondered this, he suddenly noticed: why were the golden skeletons advancing toward him?

"Don't attack! I'm on your side!" Dai Sen raised a holy shield before himself, blocking one golden skeleton's charge…

Fortunately, Divine Bone stopped them in time; otherwise, twenty-odd golden skeletons would have torn Dai Sen apart. History would record a grim entry: Grand Bishop Dai Sen summoned reinforcements, only to be beaten to death by them.

Fortunately, the tragedy didn't happen—though upon seeing his holy shield, Divine Bone stared at him in confusion.

"Undercover, undercover—I'm undercover in the Church of Light. Learning a few holy divine arts is normal. Come on, let's go. Let me disguise you."

Dai Sen rummaged through his storage ring, pulling out leather armor, masks, cloaks, and targets, then fully wrapped Divine Bone and the golden skeletons from head to toe before teleporting them to the main plane.

First, find a hidden spot to conceal the golden skeletons, then take Divine Bone away.

After arranging everything, two days had passed. He led Divine Bone toward the northern border of the Black Mountain Duchy to meet the dwarven army. His double had already joined forces with the dwarves, preparing to bypass the Black Mountain Duchy and attack Meishencheng from the desert's edge.

This time, Dai Sen had deployed his elite forces—all the remnants pulled back from the Land of Despair had been summoned. These were his trusted men, never lightly moved.

The Land of Despair blocked Harvey's undead army and had been fortified over a thousand years; its strength ran deep.

He'd always assumed the Dragon God Transformation was a dragon ability. Without dragon clan interference, Dai Sen believed his forces were sufficient to crush Meishencheng—he'd called in the dwarves only to reduce losses.

Gulianni had also sent envoys, presenting an agreement warning the dragons not to interfere in continental conflicts, hoping Brucek would listen. If he didn't…

As he thought of this, power surged within Dai Sen, barely contained—but remembering Divine Bone behind him, he forced it down.

As they advanced, nearing the rendezvous point, Dai Sen suddenly saw someone farming beside the road ahead.

Yes, farming. Who farmed in this desolate wilderness?

To maintain secrecy, Dai Sen had deliberately chosen the northern border of the Black Mountain Duchy, separated from the duchy by a mountain—no one should be here. Yet someone was farming?

As Dai Sen spotted the farmer, the farmer noticed them too, looked up, then past Dai Sen, fixing his gaze on Divine Bone behind him.

The land was newly tilled, furrows neat and straight, clearly the work of an experienced farmer. The scale of the field couldn't have been cleared in just a day or two.

Seeing this, Dai Sen relaxed—he was certain this wasn't a trap, just a real farmer.

Dai Sen glanced once, then ignored him. A lowly farmer—how could a noble Grand Bishop even spare him a second glance?

Yet the farmer stared fixedly—not at Dai Sen, but at Divine Bone behind him, wrapped head to toe. What could he possibly see?

Perhaps it was the excessive wrapping that sparked curiosity? Fine, a small punishment: "Repress!"

The simplest single-word holy incantation—upon Dai Sen's low command, a force struck the farmer.

No scream, no fear as expected. The farmer tilted his head, his gaze finally returning to Dai Sen.

Dai Sen frowned. A familiar feeling stirred—had he seen that gaze before?

At that moment, a figure in armor, gloves fitted with hoes, bent over and retreated backward, leaving a straight, even furrow behind each step.

Soul armor? Digging?

Dai Sen's mouth fell open in disbelief. What the hell—using soul armor to till farmland? How extravagant! Wait—wasn't that soul armor familiar? Had he seen it somewhere?

His question was quickly answered: a holy angel flew over, carrying a bucket, flapping its wings.

An Ge's ambush on Dai Sen had occurred at night, pitch black—neither side had seen the other's face, only remembered each other's aura. But auras are hard to sense clearly without combat.

Yet the familiar armor, the familiar holy angel—Dai Sen instantly recalled that night's scene and screamed: "Assassin! It's you?!"

An Ge tilted his head in confusion. He was just peacefully reclaiming wasteland—why was he suddenly an assassin?

When the five major powers of the Plane Security Meeting conspired to ambush Dai Sen—with the dwarven army as an inside agent—An Ge, the farming skeleton, didn't need to do anything. He could just watch.

Would An Ge waste time watching them fight? Of course not. He'd happened upon a stretch of wasteland perfect for cultivation, so he'd brought the little zombie and little angel along.

Halfway through clearing the land, two beings arrived—one human, one not. The non-human had an unmistakably powerful soul.

This was the third strongest soul An Ge had ever encountered. The strongest was Harvey, the second was the Grand Sage, and this one was third.

As he pondered, the human suddenly cast a holy incantation at him?

Why "question mark"? Because An Ge felt no harm. He wondered if the man was greeting him—but the aura of that holy incantation… so familiar. Where had he seen it before?

He called over the little angel and little zombie, gestured toward Dai Sen, and instantly realized: "Dai Sen!"

"It really is you! How did you know I'd pass here? There's a traitor!" Dai Sen fumed, stomping his foot and slapping his chest as he shouted to Divine Bone: "Kill them! They're assassins!"

They'd gone to great lengths to assassinate him—tilling fields, hauling water, digging furrows. He'd almost been fooled.

He raged at the enemy's calm preparation—yet never considered they were genuinely just farming.

As he slapped his chest, it seemed as if he shattered something—a flowing light surged from his chest, rapidly enveloping his body into the solemn robes of a bishop, coalescing into a staff.

The staff had barely formed when he saw the armored figure, hands still gripping hoes, shoving toward him—death energy surged.

Dai Sen sensed danger instantly, thrusting his staff into the ground. Holy light erupted from him—a black beam struck him: Death Impact Wave.

The little zombie had learned from the little angel: when facing a strong enemy, go straight for the big move.

After the black light passed, Dai Sen stood in disarray—his majestic robes were torn and on the verge of disintegrating, his hair and eyebrows half-burned off, still smoking with lingering damage.

Holy light dealt bonus damage to undead; death energy dealt bonus damage to divine spellcasters.

Dai Sen frantically slapped at his smoking areas, extinguishing the death energy, then shouted to Divine Bone: "Quick! Kill them! They're followers of the God of Despair! Move!"

Divine Bone tilted its head blankly. This situation exceeded its comprehension. Was the one using death impact the enemy?

Forget it. No need to think. The King's order was to assist him—so he'd obey.

Divine Bone arched its body, its soul roaring.

The soul's roar spread outward in waves, blasting insects on the ground into pulp—until a beam of light cut it off.

The little angel spread its true wings, forming radiant wings, pushing forward with all four wings open—Holy Radiance.

If someone had been recording, they'd notice: the little angel's Holy Radiance grew stronger each time.

The light beam struck Divine Bone, instantly vaporizing its clothing and armor, leaving only a bare bone frame.

This bone frame wasn't burned by the holy damage—it absorbed the residual holy power, its bones glowing faintly.

This strange change made An Ge tilt his head. The little angel tilted its head too, puzzled, looking at An Ge.

Divine Bone's roar had been interrupted and pushed back by Holy Radiance, but it clearly wasn't seriously hurt. It arched again and roared anew.

Spatial rifts opened one after another, golden skeletons leaping out.

The golden skeletons emerging from the rifts immediately fixed their gaze on Dai Sen, whose holy power surged.

Dai Sen shouted: "I'm on your side! Over there! Look over there!"

The golden skeletons stared blankly at where he pointed. They were golden skeletons—awakened to some intelligence, capable of thought. Though not bright, they weren't easily fooled. The one radiating repulsive power looked far more like the enemy.

They turned—and saw An Ge pulling out a towering golden skeleton.

Da Gu rubbed his eye sockets, grumbling: "What do you want? I was sleeping peacefully."

Since discovering An Ge's death essence fluid, Da Gu had fallen in love with baths—treated like Luo Ke and Du Luo. He slept submerged in wooden tubs of death essence.

But his body was too large—no tub fit him. He curled up, knees hugged, like a giant who'd stolen a child's bathtub.

Everyone else had gone to ambush Grand Bishop Dai Sen. Only Da Gu remained mobile in An Ge's space—so he'd been dragged along.

The little angel pointed at Divine Bone: "Aaoh!"

Da Gu hesitated: "Fight? Bad idea. What if I break something?"

The little zombie pointed at Divine Bone: "Aaoh aah!"

Da Gu sighed: "Fine."

Turning toward the golden skeletons and Divine Bone, Da Gu bared his teeth, roaring fiercely.

The golden skeletons exchanged glances. Perhaps they felt provoked—when they looked at Da Gu, the soul energy in their eye sockets blazed fiercely.

A shrill shriek—twenty-plus golden skeletons charged forward.

Da Gu sighed and reluctantly stepped forward: "Be careful, don't touch! Hey, careful, careful."

As he shouted warnings, he swatted the golden skeletons away.

Da Gu was a three-meter-tall giant skeleton. His soul was naturally several times larger than others'. As a golden skeleton, he could fight as if he were dozens of ordinary ones.

Watching Divine Bone standing frozen, and An Ge standing frozen, Dai Sen sighed: "Useless. Guess I'll have to handle this myself."

Things shouldn't have turned out this way—he was supposed to have his double lead the army toward Meishencheng while he lurked in the shadows, releasing these golden skeletons at the right moment, not be stranded here alone, surrounded by enemies.

"Then let you witness the power of a god," Dai Sen drew a deep breath, and a peculiar force erupted from his body.

The power of a god? What god? Ang reached out, flipped his hand, and pulled out the Redemption Goddess's Hammer of Redemption; he paused, then pulled out the Dwarf King's Hammer of Thunder, one in each hand.

A Ring of Scales rose on his back; the divine runes on the ring were strange, bearing additional imprints of scythes and ears of grain.

PS: Feeling down—my former leader, a senior in the industry, passed away yesterday. Sigh—he wasn't much older than me. Life is so uncertain. Someone asked why I keep writing skeletons? Maybe I'm afraid of death, hoping for an eternal new world after death. May his soul rest in peace.