Chapter 446: Something is stealing the light

Negris felt his heart skip a beat; he almost cried out.

Kubada! Wasn't this just blatantly telling others that she also understood Holy Light?

Sure enough, the priestesses looked at the little angel's hand in surprise. Monica grabbed the little angel's hand in shock and pulled it before her eyes to look.

"It really is Holy Light, such pure Holy Light. As expected of a Saintess with an affinity for Holy Light; she didn't even need to learn it. She learned it just by watching us cast it a few times. Too amazing," Yunika said excitedly.

Pfft—can it even be interpreted this way? Could it not be that she knew it all along?

Monica also said excitedly, "Indeed, her talent is too good. Only a pure Saintess who has just comprehended Holy Light can release such pure Holy Light. Sigh, we have actually been polluted by reality; there are too many distracting thoughts in our hearts."

Pfft—is it because it's too pure that you all misunderstood?

It is true that when a Saintess first comprehends Holy Light, she is very pure and lacks too many impurities. As she ages, her thoughts become increasingly complex, and it becomes very difficult to release pure Holy Light again.

However, is there a possibility that the fellow in front of you is like this because she is too simple-minded, rather than because she 'just comprehended' Holy Light?

Or perhaps the fellow who bestowed Holy Light upon her is even simpler, which is why there is such pure Holy Light? Pure, clean—you've gotten them confused, haven't you?

Negris really wanted to jump out, undo her belt, pull out the elastic cord inside, twist it into a slingshot, and snap her face with it to make her see clearly!!

Yunika suddenly discovered something. She leaned her head forward, looked at Monica's face in horror, and said in shock, "Mo... uh, no, High Priestess Monica, your face?"

Monica subconsciously covered her face and glared at Yunika angrily.

The birthmark and scar on her face made Monica very insecure. Even if she were her daughter, she shouldn't poke at her wounds in front of others.

Yunika knew her mother was angry, but this discovery was too shocking; she had to say it again: "Mother, your scar has faded. Look for yourself."

As she spoke, she took a small mirror out of her bosom.

Monica took the mirror with half-belief and shone it on her face.

The moment she lowered her hand, there was an uproar all around.

The priestesses who had been attracted by the conversation between the mother and daughter had already turned their attention to Monica. Some even circled to the front just to see clearly what was wrong with Monica's face.

Monica saw her own face clearly, her whole body shook, and she raised her head in disbelief.

She knew the scar on her face too well; it was twisted, hypertrophic, and raised. Every time she spoke, it would twist and turn like a worm, so she usually tried her best to keep her hair long to cover it.

However, while the scar was easy to cover, the birthmark that spanned half her face was not so easy to hide. As a High Priestess, she couldn't cover her face, and from time to time, she had to endure the pitying or disgusted expressions of some people.

Disgust was fine; she was a High Priestess, and the gods liked her. You don't like her? Who do you think you are? But the 'pitying' expression easily made her angry. This kind of expression was nothing more than saying, 'It's such a pity that someone with such a good figure has a face that looks like that.'

But now, that ugly, meat-worm-like scar had faded, and the raised part was no longer obvious.

How could this be? Monica looked at the little angel's hand.

"Is it you? Ca... can you try one more time?" Monica didn't even notice her voice trembling.

The little angel took a big sip of sweet fruit tea, manifested Holy Light, and pressed it onto Monica's face again.

Under everyone's gaze, the scar became lighter and lighter, slowly shrinking and gradually smoothing out. In the end, only a white mark remained, and all the raised scar tissue disappeared.

"Wow!"

"Wow... how magical."

Monica reached out with trembling hands to touch the scar, felt its smoothness, picked up the mirror to look again, and finally said excitedly, "Is... is this the pure Holy Light that has just been comprehended? The ability of the purest Holy Light to purify all things?"

Pfft—Negris manifested an image of 'tilting his head back and spraying blood wildly' within Ang's soul.

Kubada, can it even be interpreted this way? Is there a possibility that this isn't pure Holy Light, but some kind of healing divine art?

No, Monica firmly refused to believe it, and Yunika didn't believe it either. They didn't believe that this pink, cute little loli could use divine arts. She was clearly just a little vegetable farmer girl who came with her father to deliver vegetables; how could she possibly know divine arts?

Even if she knew divine arts, what kind of divine art could heal such an old, long-standing scar?

None. Old scars have already formed skin memory; even if you cut them off and treat them, what grows back is still a scar.

She had never even heard of such a divine art, so there was only one answer: that was the power of pure Holy Light!

"Too amazing. As expected of a Saintess with talent; she could release it twice in a row just after comprehending Holy Light. It's a pity that Holy Light is ineffective against birthmarks." Not only did Monica think so, but Yunika also felt the same, and she even began to feel regretful.

Birthmark? The little angel tilted her head and extended a finger.

Ang picked her up immediately, because Negris was already roaring in his soul: "Stop her, stop her, stop her from using the spot-removal technique, this idiot!!"

"Who is this?!" Monica frowned. How dare he treat their Saintess like this? What great audacity.

As soon as Yunika saw her frown, she knew what she meant and quickly explained, "This is Mr. Ang, the father of the little one."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Ang. Thank you and your daughter so much for healing my scars. In any case, please be sure to give me a chance to thank you."

"Come, come, come, please this way? What? You're not going? No, please be sure to give me this opportunity to thank you properly."

"You may not know, but this scar has become a heart disease of mine, like a wound carved into my heart, bleeding every day. The little one has healed my heart."

"It's no exaggeration to call it a rebirth. You must give me a chance to repay this life-saving grace, right? The gods will not have mercy on those who lack a heart of gratitude."

"We have held many activity programs there recently; you can participate. The little one will definitely like them."

As expected of a priestess, Monica was too good at talking. Not giving her a chance to be grateful was equivalent to scolding her for lacking a heart of gratitude. That sincere, pitiful appearance...

Ang was not deceived, but he still went along, because Monica said that one of the activities was the 'Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree Seed Appreciation Assembly,' where one could see the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree.

Silver Coin said with a bitter smile, "By the time I found them, they had already been brought into the Warlock Ladder."

"Who went in with whom? Who is by the lord's side?" Anthony asked hurriedly.

"The lord and the little angel and the little zombie went in. No one is by his side, only Lord Negris is projected onto the lord," Silver Coin said.

Anthony was anxious and clapped his hands: "Oh my, this is troublesome. The lord doesn't like to talk, and there's no one eloquent by his side. I hope nothing happens."

Negris was clearly excluded from the category of 'eloquent.'

Silver Coin asked, "Then what should we do now?"

No one knew what to do, unless they could sneak in now, but that was impossible; they couldn't enter the Warlock Ladder.

Monica, Yunika, and other priestesses led Ang and the others into the Warlock Ladder without obstruction. The guards along the way not only didn't stop them but bowed respectfully to them. Monica and Yunika responded politely, while the other priestesses giggled and turned a blind eye.

Negris couldn't help but complain: "Aren't they afraid of undead creatures sneaking in like this?"

Soon, Negris knew why they weren't afraid of undead creatures sneaking in. After entering a closed space, the door closed, and a beam of Holy Light shone down.

In this kind of closed space, if there were undead creatures, they wouldn't even be able to hide and would be evaporated directly.

This Holy Light had penetrative power; even hiding inside a living person's body wouldn't work, unless... unless you had Holy Light protecting your body.

Negris wiped the cold sweat from his heart. Heavens, if Ang and the others didn't have Holy Light protection, the souls inside them would be annihilated by this beam of Holy Light.

Of course, they could also use soul energy to resist it hard. After all, the intensity of this Holy Light wasn't very high, but resisting it hard would trigger the alarm.

Ang had already seen that a Nirvana Ball was hanging where the Holy Light was emitted. It was conceivable that if the alarm were triggered, this Nirvana Ball would explode right over their heads.

Only Holy Light could block the scanning of Holy Light. If you used Holy Light to block it, it wouldn't trigger the alarm.

You've already used Holy Light, so you definitely have nothing to do with undead creatures, right? Undead creatures are so afraid of Holy Light.

Therefore, not only Ang, but Monica, Yunika, and the others also manifested Holy Light.

However, their control over Holy Light couldn't be compared to Ang and the other two; it would overflow from their bodies and cause waste.

Ang and the other two could restrict the Holy Light within their skin and flesh, quietly, without revealing a single bit.

After the Holy Light scan, the door at the other end of the closed space opened, and the group walked out one after another.

Behind the door was a completely different world.

The internal space of the Warlock Ladder was very large. It was 700 meters high and over 60 meters in diameter. It was a giant creation, dozens of times larger than the largest sea ship under Black Night Crow.

Internally, just the number of floors was more than that of an ordinary mage tower. An ordinary mage tower was 300 meters high, and ninety-some floors were already very magnificent. However, the Warlock Ladder was twice as high as that.

However, there weren't many floors, only thirty-some, and the height of each floor reached dozens of meters.

Seeing the curious expressions on Ang and the other two, Monica explained, "The gravity in the void is too small, so after the ladder rises into the air, it will rotate and throw us against the walls. So, the walls you see now are the ground after we reach the void."

Ang didn't understand and looked blank, but Negris understood: "Centrifugal force simulating gravity?"

There were several tracks going up on the walls, and each track had seats. Monica led everyone to sit on them, hold on tight, and start.

Swoosh, they were raised smoothly but quickly to the very top, and through the 'chains' here, they arrived at the area of the three rings.

These three rings were spliced together from independent closed compartments. The space of each compartment was not small, at least three rooms and one living room.

When connected together, they were a ring-shaped space connected end to end. You could even run in the ring and circle back to the starting point.

When unlocked, they were independent construct airships, possessing a certain degree of independent flight capability.

"This is our accommodation area. We all live in these three rings. We spellcasters live in the middle one because when the rings rotate, the speeds are different. The large ring rotates faster, so the physically stronger goblin dwarves and human body-technique practitioners live in the third ring, where the space is also larger."

Ang listened silently without responding.

Monica didn't care. She thought Ang was just a vegetable farmer who hadn't seen much of the world and might have been frightened; it was normal for him not to speak.

Ang didn't speak, but she couldn't not explain. Why did she use flowery words to coax Ang up? Wasn't it for the Saintess talent of the little one?

People were here; how could she make her stay willingly? Of course, it was the yearning for a beautiful life. If she didn't introduce the good things here, how would others know that life here was beautiful?

Although she wanted the little one to stay, looking at the little one's appearance, this Mr. Ang could make the decision. The top priority was to find a way to fool Mr. Ang.

While introducing, she signaled the maid to bring up the good things.

Three cups of sweet fruit tea, a plate of nuts, a plate of sugar cubes, several plates of exquisite pastries, and a plate of red fruit pieces were brought up.

Yunika's face stiffened, and she quickly took the red fruit pieces down.

Monica glared at her and scolded in a low voice, "What are you doing? If you want to eat, go cut it yourself."

Yunika laughed dryly, "High Priestess, these sugar beets are what they sold to us."

Monica's expression choked, and she quickly signaled Yunika to take them away.

She almost exposed herself. If she used what others sold to entertain the other party, wouldn't that be equivalent to telling them that she didn't have any good things here?

She hurriedly greeted Ang and the others to eat.

Negris hurriedly said in his soul: "Eat, eat, pretend to be a little more normal."

Ever since the Warlock Ladder descended, in order to disguise themselves as normal people, Ang and the others had all activated their hearts. After their hearts beat, some organs also became active, such as the stomach and intestines. It was possible for them to digest food if they ate.

However, it was very uncomfortable to have to excrete it. Ang usually used Holy Light to purify them. Even so, he was complained about by Negris: Gods don't need to poop.

Eating the pastries and snacks with a blank expression, the three of them sat there, tilting their heads to look at Monica.

Monica remained calm on the surface, but she was almost crying inside: What's wrong? Is it not delicious? Give me some expression?

Fine, it seems these foods can't lure them. Come to think of it, the resources on the ground are so rich; even if they are poor, they eat better than her.

It seems she has to use novel things and colorful activities to hook them, but the time hasn't come yet.

"How about this, I'll take you for a tour first, and then participate in the activities at night, okay?" Monica asked with a smile.

Negris hurriedly said: Promise her, promise her, go for a tour.

Ang nodded.

Monica led the way with a smile, taking Ang and the others around. As they walked, they somehow arrived at the 20th floor of the main pillar, where the Church of Light was located.

"This is where our Church of Light is located, where the statues of the Main God of Light and the God of Truth are enshrined." Monica led the way in front while introducing.

God of Truth? Negris muttered in Ang's soul: Is there a deity called the God of Truth in the pantheon of Light?

Ang shook his head, then stepped into the church, immediately frowned, and said in his heart: "Something is here, stealing the light."