Chapter 423: Recording Some Things at the House of the Departed

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

Labu racked his brain, and only when the little angel raised her pink little fist in front of him did he get a sudden jolt all over his body, squeezing out something of value by sheer force of will.

"I once overheard that Lord Holy Spirit came to find a Holy Spirit skeleton. I heard it's to gather the Archangel's Staff, the Holy Spirit skeleton, and the Angel's Wings, to summon the descent of the Gods of Light," Labu said.

"Pfft, why is it still such a brain-dead plotline? This isn't a knightly novel—still the angelic trinity? Still the Gods of Light? The gods died off ages ago." Lord Nai Ge Li Si sneered, speaking candidly.

Labu didn't think Lord Nai Ge Li Si had told the truth; he only assumed the other party didn't acknowledge the value of this intel, and hurriedly added: "Really, the Angel's Wings is right in the car…"

Before he could finish, one of the maids kneeling in the row behind him suddenly sprang up, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into Labu's back.

Unfortunately, everyone present was a freak—how could they possibly let her succeed? The little zombie knocked her flying with one shoulder.

The sound of bone breaking rang out; the maid flew off like a torn sack, hit the ground, rolled, bounced up, and a white light burst from her eyes as a power not belonging to her descended upon her body.

A holy radiance ignited on her body, the maid's bones cracking and popping as the bones broken by the little zombie rapidly knit back together. The maid opened her mouth and uttered a cold, emotionless voice: "Foolish humans, kneel and repent, beg for the forgiveness of the Light…"

Before she could finish, a thick aura of death surged up on the little zombie's body, but instead of armoring up, it thrust forward with force—Death Breath · Shockwave.

A black pillar of light annihilated the maid and the power that had descended upon her together.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si was absolutely furious: "Kuabada, leave one alive, leave one alive, will you! You let him finish talking, the words weren't even finished and you fire your big move, what for?" The little yellow dragon flew over, its little paws patting the little zombie's head with thump thump thump sounds.

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

"Ouch, can you not hit the face? It hurts now, you know—how can you be so barbaric!" Lord Nai Ge Li Si fumed.

Duroken and Silver Coin looked up at the sky, having no idea who it was that just called her cute.

Who would have thought the little zombie had also turned bad under her influence, firing big moves at the slightest provocation. A guy had just projected over, and it still wanted to squeeze some intel out of him, but now he's been beaten into nothing again.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si looked at the remaining maids and asked: "Is there anyone else who can be descended upon? Summon that guy from just now back so we can chat?"

Everyone shook their heads desperately. Are you crazy? That one just now was reduced to ash—could another descent withstand a big move?

The descending will wouldn't be harmed, but for them, the possessed vessels, it would be certain death.

Now even a blind man could see that the guys in front of them weren't road-repairing mages at all—they were all 'dragons' in disguise, far too vicious.

Suppressed year-round by the Undying Empire, the Church of Light here didn't have that unyield-spirit-rather-than-surrender mentality of the main plane. Even if they once did, it had been completely weeded out by now.

If they refused to summon, they couldn't exactly force them. Lord Nai Ge Li Si had no choice but to fly toward the carriage.

There were two carriages in the middle of this convoy. Perhaps because the mountain roads were rugged, they had ditched the horses and switched to human-pulled carts.

He lifted the felt cloth and looked—inside one carriage was nothing but grain, drinking water, and some personal bags.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help asking curiously: "Don't any of you have storage accessories? You need a carriage to haul even grain, water, and luggage?"

Everyone exchanged glances, and even Labu had a constipated look on his face, wanting to speak but not daring to.

Seeing their expressions, Lord Nai Ge Li Si realized he had asked a stupid question himself. Were spatial accessories really that rare here? Indeed, he had never seen people like Jililuokessi use spatial accessories.

Forget it, he'd ask later. He went to the second carriage, and the moment he opened it he saw a large box. He opened the box, and inside was a pair of tri-folded wings, styled much like an archangel's true wings, yet with a strange quality to them.

"These are alchemical wings, aren't they? Duroken!" Lord Nai Ge Li Si murmured, turning to call Duroken.

Duroken came over for a look and immediately said: "Indeed they're refined, refined from an archangel's true wings. The filaments at the wing roots are a bit odd."

As he spoke, he touched the wing root, and the filaments at the wing root immediately stirred, stabbing toward Duroken's palm—but didn't pierce through. As time went on, Duroken's skin and flesh grew tougher and tougher, its defense on par with leather armor.

But that was all it amounted to. Unless he was willing to continue dehydration-toughening, as long as he kept it in an activated state, he couldn't achieve the strength of bronze skin and iron bones.

One side was defense, the other was looking cool. Duroken chose looking cool without hesitation, content to be a handsome middle-aged guy. After all, he was an alchemist, not a melee zombie.

Besides, defense could be boosted through soul armor battle suits and the like—for instance, his cloak.

The filaments on the wing root couldn't even penetrate leather armor's defense, so it wasn't some kind of defensive mechanism.

"Let me see, these look like some kind of tendon-filaments. Does it mean they're meant to stab into the flesh and bind together with the body's tendons?" Duroken said.

"Right, its wing roots don't have a Kakou, unlike the little angel's true wings that can slot into the shoulder blades. Could it be that this pair of Angel's Wings isn't meant for holy remains like the little angel?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

At this point, they suddenly thought of a question: "These things are being sent to the Holy Spirit skeleton—could it be that…" The two simultaneously turned their gazes to Xiang Ange.

When Xiang Ange had awakened, hadn't Albert called him Lord Holy Spirit? He hadn't been surprised that he was a skeleton, which meant that in the Church of Light here, Holy Spirit skeletons were a very common thing.

They had been talking about Angel's Wings all along and hadn't connected this thing to Xiang Ange's body, assuming it was the little angel's kind.

But looking at it now, this true wing didn't need joints. Could the holy remains they were looking for be Xiang Ange?

Whether it was or not, they'd know by trying. After all, Xiang Ange had projected over—his body being destroyed wouldn't put him in danger.

The true wings were lifted up and mounted onto Xiang Ange's back. The filaments immediately stabbed into the flesh of his back. Xiang Ange wasn't a necromancer—his flesh and blood wouldn't toughen—so the filaments easily pierced in and wound around his bones.

Duroken and Lord Nai Ge Li Si both concentrated intently, scanning with their consciousness, closely observing the filaments' changes inside the body.

The filaments continuously threaded and wound around the bones, the binding points growing thicker and thicker, as if the bones were proliferating, looking extremely solid.

The two wings were thus firmly fixed to the back. In the end, the filaments stopped winding, but began to proliferate, fusing with flesh, blood, and bone into one, growing together.

Xiang Ange turned his head to look at the wings on his back, shook them a little unaccustomedly—like two bones stuck onto his skeleton, Xiang Ange couldn't control their movement.

The little angel circled around behind Xiang Ange, observing curiously, and even flapped her own wings a little, comparing the differences between the two. As she watched, she reached out and plucked a feather.

Xiang Ange reached back and knocked her on the head.

"Indeed alchemical wings, and a very special flesh-and-blood alchemy at that—to be able to grow as one with bone and flesh. Wouldn't such wings be usable by anyone?" Duroken exclaimed.

Labu, still kneeling on the ground, said: "Someone happened to ask Lord Holy Spirit this question, and I overheard it. Lord Holy Spirit said this is a Holy Light Wing, and one must possess powerful Holy Light to use it."

"Powerful Holy Light? How powerful?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked, turning to look at Xiang Ange.

Xiang Ange immediately channeled Holy Light into the wings, and the wings radiated a holy radiance.

Labu's expression changed drastically, looking as though he'd lost both parents. He asked dejectedly: "My lord, actually you're all from the Church of Light too, aren't you? Were you sent by Archbishop Teluke? We're done for, aren't we? Can you not kill me? I've saved up a little money—I'll give it to you. Can you quietly let me go? I'll leave this place right away, go to the other side of the sea."

Labu's sudden outburst left both Lord Nai Ge Li Si and Duroken completely dumbfounded. It took them a good while to sort out the meaning of his words.

"You think we were sent by that Archbishop Teluke or whoever to kill you and silence you?" Duroken asked.

"Besides Archbishop Teluke, who else could summon a six-winged archangel? This lord's holy power isn't weak either. We've seen so many secrets—can we still live?" Labu was very self-aware.

They had let him watch without the slightest concern, spoken without avoiding him—clearly prepared to kill and silence him.

Waiting for death wasn't his style. If the people before him were even a little weaker, he would have made one last struggle. But these before him were at the six-winged archangel level—he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance, and could only pray helplessly.

The other maids, hearing his words, wept in despair all the more.

Swish—just then, Seeing Ange channeled a thousand Holy Lights into the wings on his back. Starting from the fiftieth Holy Light, he could already feel the wings' presence, and as more Holy Light poured in, the sensation grew clearer, as if two extra hands had grown from his back—hands he could even move.

By the time a thousand Holy Lights had been poured in, a second pair of wings condensed at the wings' root—a pair of light wings.

"Oh? Light wings too? Could this pair of wings also transform into six wings?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si said in surprise.

It's over, it's over—Lab slumped down onto the ground. Being able to activate four wings with holy power meant at least an Archbishop's strength. What on earth had Archbishop Truke summoned?

Lord Nai Ge Li Si snorted and couldn't be bothered to pay the other any more attention. He didn't know who Archbishop Truke was, but could an Archbishop really summon Seeing Ange?

What a joke—the Goddess of Redemption behaved like an obedient maid before him, the Ring of Balance was used by him as a measuring instrument, and Anthony, who was about to become Pope, called on him for help every day. Could an Archbishop really command him?

Unless one offered something farming-related in exchange…

Uh, thinking about it that way, it didn't actually seem that hard to summon him…

A few minutes passed. With a swish on Seeing Ange's back, another pair of light wings unfolded—six wings now.

This was not beyond Lord Nai Ge Li Si's expectations, because as long as this pair of wings had six wings, Seeing Ange could absolutely make them manifest—unless they didn't exist.

Back then, the little angel had needed over eight thousand Purify spells to recover from one big move, and Seeing Ange had cured her over several sleepless days and nights.

And now, Seeing Ange could cast twenty per second, twelve hundred per minute—eight thousand was only six or seven minutes.

Having propped out four light wings, Seeing Ange paused for the moment, turned his head to look, and with a gentle flap, all six wings moved and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.

But Seeing Ange wasn't familiar with this mode of flight and couldn't keep his balance, so he quickly dropped back to the ground.

After moving about for a while, Seeing Ange's mind stirred. With a swish, the four light wings folded away, leaving only one pair of true wings—making him look like a two-winged angel.

Then Seeing Ange pressed the two true wings together. The true wings radiated light and slowly fused into the flesh and blood of Seeing Ange's back.

"Oh? They can be retracted too? Just like the little angel's?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si said in surprise.

Duroken was also very surprised, but after thinking it through he was at ease: "It's reasonable. Those threads can grow together with the bones, so it's normal for wings to fuse with flesh and blood. Besides, I suspect this function had to be crafted in—otherwise, who would dare walk around with two big wings on their back? Not afraid of being swarmed by undead?"

Seeing Ange arched his back, the muscles of his back tensing and faintly glowing, but the light was hidden by his clothes and couldn't be seen at all.

Just like that, Seeing Ange suddenly stretched out both hands and scooped forward, pulling out a sack of grain.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si and Duroken were suddenly galvanized.

They didn't care at all about the Holy Light Wings, but Seeing Ange's hands scooping like that made them unable to help getting excited. Did this mean Seeing Ange could pull something as large as a sack of grain out of the Palace of Rest?

Previously, when Seeing Ange pulled things out, it was always handful by handful. How much could a handful be? Not even enough for an ordinary person to eat one meal.

So Seeing Ange only pulled out things like spirit beans—one of which could fill a meal—and high-value items like magic crystals and soul crystals, occasionally a few precious alchemy materials.

With the limits of volume and weight, he basically couldn't pull out anything complete and large, like a whole skeleton.

But now Seeing Ange had pulled out a sack of grain—a sack weighing Twenty Jin Weight, with a volume bigger than a human head. Didn't this mean Seeing Ange could at least pull over a skull?

As for skeletons, the head was most important, because it contained the soul. With a vigorous soul, the body could always be strengthened back to its original level. Then he could pull over Harvey and Fatty's heads.

If that were the case, then these Holy Light Wings would be a divine artifact for Seeing Ange.

Having only pulled out one sack of grain, Seeing Ange stopped—he needed time to recover. Twenty minutes later, he reached out and scooped again, dragging over half a skeleton.

Dragged, that is—the skeleton was clearly whole, but he had forcibly torn it apart, only pulling over the upper half.

The remaining half of the skeleton angrily opened and closed its jaws, clack-clack-clack, as if cursing and grumbling, though no one knew what it was saying.

Seeing Ange tossed it on the ground, and it quickly propped itself up on its hand-bones and crawled away, still cursing and grumbling even after it had crawled far off.

"Are you conducting a test?" Seeing Ange was clearly conducting a test—testing how large a volume he could pull over. The skeleton he had casually chosen was just a very ordinary angel skeleton.

Seeing Ange nodded. He now knew he could roughly pull out something the size of half a body, weighing around Twenty Jin Weight—beyond that volume and weight.

Another twenty minutes passed, and Seeing Ange pulled over the lower half of the angel skeleton as well, reattached it, and only then did the fellow shut its jaws.

Fearing that the abnormal bones on its body would be seen, Ange removed its wings again, then restored its flesh and blood, finally restoring it into a woman one meter ninety tall—tall, athletic, and holy and agile.

Angels have no gender, but they will have relatively distinct gender characteristics; otherwise it wouldn't match believers' perceptions and would create a sense of alienation.

This height, on a human, would be very imposing, but on an angel, this was the weakest, most pathetic first-tier angel.

Lab's gaze grew more and more resolute. Casually producing a tall, athletic holy angel—and yet they claim not to be from the Church of Light? Though he had already begun to suspect Archbishop Truke.

The strength Seeing Ange and the others had displayed was something Archbishop Truke could never have commanded. Could they be sent by the Void Jiaoting Sect?

While his head was full of question marks, on the other side of the river valley, Silver Coin rode up at a gallop on horseback, shouting loudly: "my lord, my lord, Luticia has a big request—should we take it? At least a demand of twenty million magic crystals. Also, I recorded some things inside the House of the Departed; everyone may need to come take a look."

PS: This chapter was yesterday's