Chapter 423: Things Recorded in the House of the Departed

These days, do you have to figure out the value of intelligence yourself?

Lab struggled to think, until the little angel held up her pink little fist in front of him, making him jolt awake and finally squeeze out something valuable.

"I once overheard that the Holy Spirit came to find a Holy Spirit skeleton, supposedly to gather the Angelic Staff, the Holy Spirit Skeleton, and the Angelic Wings to summon the Gods of Light to descend," Lab said.

"Pfft, still such a stupid plot? This isn't a knight novel, are you seriously talking about the 'Three Holy Angel Items'? And the Gods of Light? All the gods have been dead for ages," Nagelis scoffed, speaking frankly.

Lab didn't believe Nagelis was telling the truth—he only thought the other didn't recognize the value of this intelligence and quickly added: "Really, the Angelic Wings are right in the—"

Before he could finish, one of the kneeling maids behind him suddenly leapt up, pulling out a dagger and stabbing at Lab's back.

Too bad, everyone present was a freak—how could she possibly succeed? The little zombie shoved her away with one shoulder.

A crack of bone echoed; the maid flew like a torn sack, landed, rolled, bounced up, her eyes glowing white as a power not her own descended upon her.

Holy light blazed around her body; her bones cracked and popped, the broken bones snapping back together instantly. The maid opened her mouth and spoke in a cold, emotionless tone: "Foolish mortals, kneel and repent, beg the Light's forgiveness…"

Before she could finish, the little zombie surged with thick death energy—but instead of armorizing, she shoved forward hard—Death Breath: Shockwave.

A black column of energy obliterated the maid and the power possessing her.

Nagelis was furious: "Damn it! Could you at least leave a live one? Let him finish speaking! Why'd you unleash your big move before he even finished?" The little yellow dragon flew over, pattering its tiny claws against the little zombie's head—thump, thump, thump.

"Ow!" The little angel jumped over and punched it right in the eye socket.

"Ouch! Can you not hit the face? It hurts now! Why are you so violent?!" Nagelis snapped.

Du Luo and Silver glanced up at the sky, wondering who had just called her cute.

Turns out the little zombie had picked up bad habits from her too—always unleashing big moves. Just now, when a projection appeared, it wanted to extract some info, and now it was gone again.

Nagelis turned to the remaining maids and asked: "Anyone else capable of descent? Can you summon back that last one for a chat?"

Everyone shook their heads frantically—crazy, the last one had been utterly erased. Could they even survive another big move if they summoned again?

The descending will wouldn't be harmed, but they, the vessels, would die for sure.

Even a blind man could see now—these guys weren't road-builders at all; they were all 'Dragons' in disguise. Too terrifying.

Long suppressed by the Undead Empire, the local Church of Light here lacked the unyielding spirit of the Prime Plane—even if they once had it, it had long been purged.

Since they refused to summon, you couldn't force them—Nagelis flew toward the cart.

Among this convoy were two carts; perhaps due to the rugged mountain path, they'd abandoned their horses and now pushed them by hand.

Pulling back the felt cloth, one cart was filled entirely with food, water, and personal bags.

Nagelis couldn't help asking curiously: "Don't you all have storage accessories? Even food, water, and luggage need to be hauled by carts?"

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances; even Lab looked constipated, wanting to speak but afraid to.

Seeing their expressions, Nagelis realized he'd asked a stupid question—were space accessories rare here? He'd never seen Ji Li Luoke or others use them.

Forget it, ask later. He moved to the second cart. As soon as he opened it, he saw a large chest. Inside was a pair of triple-folded wings, resembling the true wings of an Archangel, yet with a strange, off quality.

"These are alchemical wings, right? Du Luo!" Nagelis murmured, turning to call Du Luo.

Du Luo came over, examined it, and immediately said: "Definitely alchemically refined—made from the true wings of an Archangel. The filaments at the wing roots are weird."

As he spoke, he touched the wing roots—the filaments immediately writhed and lunged toward Du Luo's palm, but didn't pierce it. Over time, his skin and flesh grew tougher, his defense matching that of leather armor.

But that was it—unless he willingly continued dehydrating and toughening, he could never reach copper-skin or iron-skin strength while keeping the filaments active.

One side was defense, the other was style. Du Luo chose style without hesitation—content to be a handsome middle-aged man. After all, he was an alchemist, not a melee zombie.

Besides, defense could be boosted by soul-armor or gear—like his cloak.

The filaments on the wing roots couldn't even pierce leather armor, so they weren't a defensive mechanism.

"Let me see—these seem like some kind of tendon filaments. Could they be meant to pierce flesh and fuse with the body's tendons?" Du Luo said.

"Exactly. The wing roots have no locking joints, unlike the little angel's true wings, which lock into the shoulder blades. So is this pair of Angelic Wings not meant for a Holy Skeleton like the little angel?" Nagelis said.

At that moment, they both realized something: "These items are being delivered to the Holy Spirit Skeleton… could it be…" Their eyes turned simultaneously to Ang.

When Ang awakened, Abert hadn't been surprised—he'd called him Holy Spirit Lord. That meant, in this region, Holy Spirit Skeletons were common.

Until now, they'd been talking about Angelic Wings and hadn't connected them to Ang's body—they'd assumed they were like the little angel's.

But now it seemed clear: these true wings didn't need joints. Were they looking for a Holy Skeleton—and was that skeleton Ang?

Whether or not? Just test it. Ang was a projection anyway; even if his body was destroyed, he'd be unharmed.

The true wings were lifted and strapped to Ang's back. The filaments immediately pierced his back flesh. Ang wasn't a necromancer—his flesh didn't toughen, so the filaments slipped in easily, wrapping around his bones.

Du Luo and Nagelis focused intently, scanning with their minds, watching closely as the filaments changed inside.

The filaments wove and coiled around the bones, the fusion points thickening like bone growth—looking incredibly sturdy.

The two wings were firmly fixed to his back. Finally, the filaments stopped coiling—but began to grow, merging with his flesh and bones, becoming one.

Ang turned his head to look at the wings behind him, shifting awkwardly, like two bones stuck to his skeleton—he couldn't control their movement.

The little angel circled behind Ang, curiously observing, then flapped her own wings, comparing the differences. As she watched, she reached out and plucked a feather.

Ang reached back and tapped her on the head.

"Definitely alchemical wings—extremely unique flesh alchemy. They can fuse with bone and flesh? Could such wings be usable by anyone?" Du Luo exclaimed.

Kneeling on the ground, Lab said: "Someone actually asked the Holy Spirit Lord this question. I overheard—he said this is a Wing of Holy Light, usable only by those with immense Holy Light."

"Immense Holy Light? How immense?" Nagelis asked, turning to look at Ang.

Ang immediately poured Holy Light into the wings—the wings glowed with holy radiance.

Lab's expression shattered—he looked like he'd lost his family. Despairingly, he asked: "My lord, you're from the Church of Light too, aren't you? Sent by Archbishop Truk? We're dead, aren't we? Can't you just spare me? I've saved some money—I'll give it to you. Just let me go quietly. I'll leave immediately, cross the sea."

Lab's sudden outburst left Nagelis and Du Luo stunned. It took them a long moment to untangle his meaning.

"You think we're sent by Archbishop Truk to kill you and silence you?" Du Luo asked.

"Besides Archbishop Truk, who else could summon a six-winged Archangel? This lord's Holy Power is no weakling. We've seen too many secrets—how could we possibly live?" Lab had full awareness.

They'd let him watch openly, spoken freely in front of him—clearly prepared to kill him.

Waiting to die wasn't his style. If these people were even slightly weaker, he'd have fought to the end. But these were Archangel-tier beings—he couldn't even summon the thought of resistance, only helplessly begged.

The other maids, hearing his words, burst into hopeless sobs.

Suddenly, Ang poured a thousand Holy Light strikes into the wings on his back. Starting at the fiftieth strike, he could sense the wings' presence. With each additional strike, the sensation grew clearer—like two extra hands had grown on his back, and he could move them.

At the thousandth strike, a second pair of wings formed at the roots—a pair of light wings.

"Huh? More light wings? So these wings can transform into six wings?" Nagelis exclaimed.

Oh no, oh no—Lab collapsed to the ground. The Holy Power needed to activate four wings meant at least an Archbishop's strength. What the hell had Archbishop Truk summoned?

Nagelis snorted and ignored him. He didn't know who Archbishop Truk was, but could a mere Archbishop summon Ang?

What nonsense. The Goddess of Redemption bowed to him like a maid. The Scale of Balance was used by him as a measuring tool. Anthony, about to become Pope, called him for help daily. Could a mere Archbishop possibly summon someone like this?

Unless you offered something related to farming…

Hmm, now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't that hard to summon…

Minutes passed. Suddenly, another pair of light wings burst open from Ang's back—six wings.

This didn't surprise Nagelis. As long as the wings had six wings, Ang could definitely activate them—unless they didn't have six to begin with.

Back then, the little angel needed over eight thousand Purification Spells to recover from one big attack. Ang healed her nonstop for days and nights.

Now, Ang delivered twenty strikes per second—twelve hundred per minute. Eight thousand strikes took only six or seven minutes.

After activating four light wings, Ang paused, turned his head, and gently flapped—all six wings moved effortlessly, lifting him off the ground.

But Ang wasn't familiar with this flight style—he lost balance and quickly landed back on the ground.

After moving around a bit, Ang thought—and instantly, the four light wings retracted, leaving only the pair of true wings, making him look like a two-winged angel.

Then Ang brought the two true wings together. They glowed, slowly merging into the flesh of his back.

"Huh? They can retract too? Just like the little angel's?" Nagelis exclaimed.

Du Luo was also surprised, but after thinking it over, he understood: "Makes sense. If the filaments can fuse with bone, it's natural for the wings to merge with flesh. Besides, I suspect this function must be alchemically built in—otherwise, who'd walk around with two giant wings? Wouldn't they be mobbed by undead?"

Ang arched his back, his muscles tensing slightly, glowing faintly—but the glow was hidden beneath his clothes.

Suddenly, Ang reached out with both hands and pulled out a bag of grain.

Nagelis and Du Luo instantly perked up.

They didn't care about the Holy Light Wings—but Ang's hands pulling out that bag made them excited. Did this mean Ang could pull out something as large as a bag of grain from the House of Rest?

Previously, Ang pulled things out in handfuls—how much could that be? Not enough for a normal person's meal.

So he only pulled out things like elf beans—single beans enough for a meal—or high-value items like magic crystals or soul crystals, occasionally a few precious alchemical materials.

Due to volume and weight limits, he could never pull out large, solid objects—like a full skeleton.

But now he'd pulled out a bag of grain—twenty jin in weight, larger than a human head. Did this mean Ang could now pull over a skull?

A skeleton's head matters most—it holds the soul. With a strong soul, the body can always be strengthened back to its original level. Then he could pull over Harvey and Feti's skulls.

If so, then this Holy Light Wing was a divine artifact for Ang.

After pulling out one bag of grain, Ang stopped—he needed time to recover. Twenty minutes later, he reached out again and pulled over half a skeleton.

Pulled—clearly, the skeleton was intact, but he'd yanked it apart, pulling only the upper half.

The remaining half of the skeleton opened and closed its jaw angrily, clicking—like it was cursing, though no one knew what.

Ang threw it on the ground; it quickly crawled away on its arm bones, still muttering curses as it retreated.

"You're running experiments?" Ang was clearly testing how large an object he could pull—this skeleton was just an ordinary angel skeleton.

Ang nodded. He now knew he could pull objects up to half a body's volume—about twenty jin. Anything larger or heavier exceeded his limit.

Another twenty minutes passed. Ang pulled over the lower half of the angel skeleton and reattached it. Only then did the skeleton stop muttering.

Worried his abnormal bones might be noticed, Ang removed its wings, restored its flesh and skin, and finally reshaped it into a woman—tall, slender, athletic, and radiating holy grace—1.9 meters high.

Angels have no gender, but they exhibit clear gender traits to match believers' expectations and avoid alienation.

This height would be intimidating among humans—but among angels, it was the weakest, lowest-tier angel.

Lab's gaze grew firmer—he casually summoned a tall, athletic Holy Spirit Angel and said: "You're not from the Church of Light?" But he was now doubting Archbishop Truk.

The power displayed by Ang and his group was far beyond what Archbishop Truk could command. Could it be the Void Church that sent them?

While drowning in questions, across the river valley, Silver Coin galloped up on horseback, shouting: "My lord, my lord, Lutixiya has a massive demand—should we take it? At least twenty million magic crystals, and I recorded some things at the House of the Departed; everyone might want to take a look."

PS: This chapter was from yesterday.