Chapter 452

Coming out of the teleportation array, Monica and Yunika felt like they were dreaming.

Six-winged great angels, let alone seen, haven't even heard of them, or only heard of them in legends. Now two popped out at once. No wonder someone has always said that the orthodoxy of light is on the ground. Isn't this the orthodoxy of the Church of Light?

Disputes between orthodoxy and heresy have always existed. People often accuse them, the priests and pastors who grew up in the Warlock Alliance, of being heretics and apostates who have defected to evil gods.

And they would retort: Hiding in the gutter all day, not even seeing the light, what qualifications do you have to represent the light?

Such things have been debated for thousands of years. With the Undead Empire's control becoming stronger and stronger, the Church of Light on the ground gradually became silent. By now, both sides have begun to think that they are the orthodoxy. After all, you couldn't bring out anything representing orthodoxy on the ground either.

But now...

Monica looked at Ang and the little angel who were putting their wings into their bodies. The legendary six-winged great angel, the supreme holy spirit, if they couldn't represent orthodoxy, then who is orthodoxy? Could it be that what her side represents is really heresy?

Seeming to see through the confusion in her heart, a voice sounded beside her: "As long as you yearn for light, as long as your faith is firm, whether you are in hell or the abyss, we are all children of light. Do you believe in light?"

Monica turned her head to look. Anthony, in solemn robes and a crown, was looking at her with a loving expression. This expression seemed to carry a power that soothed people's hearts, quickly making Monica settle down.

"I believe." Monica said firmly.

"Then, may the light protect you, my child." Anthony sacrificed holy light and pressed it gently on Monica's forehead.

Monica couldn't help but kneel down and pray, just like facing that loving father.

The power carried by this Pope Anthony in front of her made people feel more at ease than all the priests she had seen, making her want to reveal everything about herself.

Yunika was the same, couldn't help but come to Anthony's front. Anthony stretched out his other hand and looked at her lovingly.

Yunika held Anthony's hand and knelt down piously.

Negris, projected onto Ang, couldn't help but curse: "This old charlatan."

Usually in front of Ang, Anthony cannot show his ability to bewitch people's hearts. Who doesn't know his background?

But others are different, especially those believers who have received theological education since childhood. An expression, a sentence, an action can make them have completely different feelings, and it is easy to gain trust.

"Light is confronting the power of darkness. Pray to the God of Equality and Scales. As long as your faith is firm, he can respond to you. The thousand-year war, the gods have fallen, but as long as the light is still there, faith is still there, they will all come back." Anthony said slowly.

God of Equality and Scales? She has always prayed to the God of Truth and the God of Light. Can the God of Equality and Scales respond to her?

Half-believing and half-doubting, Monica changed the object of prayer, but like usual, she couldn't get any response.

Ang tilted his head in confusion, his eyes falling on Yunika. He 'heard' the voice in Yunika's heart: "God of Scales, I regret it so much. I did a stupid thing. I shouldn't have rushed out impulsively, almost killing my mother. I was wrong. She is my only relative. I don't want her to be in danger. I hope you protect her to live a long life."

At the same time, several soul flames were cast from her body toward Ang.

Long life? Ang tilted his head. Only a long life? If he wants to protect her, she definitely won't die at a hundred years old. Does he have to kill her on time at a hundred years old? Ang thought in a tangle.

Forget it, equivalent, equivalent, Ang has been thinking about equivalent exchange.

Yunika's body lit up, and a force was projected onto her.

"I... I... the God of Scales res... responded to me." Yunika shouted in disbelief.

Anthony quickly glanced at Ang here and said kindly: "The God of Scales felt your piety. What did God say?"

Yunika looked at Monica in shock, and then looked at Anthony, seemingly unable to believe the content of 'God's' response.

The old charlatan has too much experience in this situation. He doesn't even need to know what Ang responded, just say ambiguously: "Obey God's instructions, use your most pious faith, and do it."

Yunika walked to Monica's front and knelt down, stretched out her finger hesitantly, but didn't dare to press it on her mother's face.

Although Monica didn't know what instructions Yunika received, she still nodded to her daughter, encouraging her.

Yunika gritted her teeth, her finger pointed at the birthmark on Monica's face, and a thin red light squirted out.

Yunika opened her mouth in shock. Maybe it was because she was too shocked, the red light was interrupted.

"What's wrong?" Monica asked.

"Mother, your birthmark..." Yunika took out a mirror, only to see that the birthmark was missing a piece where the red light had squirted.

Monica became excited: "Can you continue?"

Yunika calmed down, prayed piously, and then released the red light again.

Monica looked in the mirror, watching the red light clear the birthmark on her face bit by bit, her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Excited heart, trembling hands, until the birthmark on her face was completely eliminated, Monica and Yunika were in tears, kneeling to thank God for his grace.

Anthony curled his lips quietly. Too easy to fool. Don't you feel strange? A little priest can actually cast divine magic for a long time? How deep must this divine grace be?

Even if the God of Scales has a good temper, there is more than one believer. Why project so much power to you? Because you are beautiful?

Thinking beautifully... If the God of Scales wasn't standing right next to him, the loss could be ignored, where would there be so much power to project to you.

Anthony was complaining in his heart, but he didn't waste such a good opportunity in his mouth, saying kindly: "Yunika has a warm heart and firm faith. This is the favor of divine grace..."

With Anthony's fooling and the witness of miracles, it won't be long before these two priests and pastors will be fooled into limping.

Ang breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if a stone in his heart had fallen. Finally, he exchanged it.

Equivalent exchange is the first rule Ang learned. Before in the Palace of Rest, he was just a vegetable-planting skeleton. All his behavioral patterns and knowledge were instilled in him by the Lord.

Although it was later proven that the Lord was an avatar of the King.

And equivalent exchange was what he learned from Feilin and has always maintained. Whenever others dedicated soul flames, he would return something.

Although there would be no punishment or loss if he didn't exchange back, it made Ang very uncomfortable, just like planting a row of rice, but one of them was crooked, making you want to pull it out and replant it.

Now it's good. Ang's obsessive-compulsive disorder has been satisfied, his soul is comfortable, and then he ran away.

Fooling Monica and others didn't need Ang. He went to plant holy mushrooms. Not long after, he suddenly sensed the soul flames dedicated by Monica. Obviously, under Anthony's fooling, this high priestess piously believed in the God of Scales.

Monica and Yunika stayed here for two full days. When they left, they were in high spirits, their eyes were tough, and their whole person's energy and spirit were different, as if they were holy warriors about to set off for battle.

Contacting the Warlock Alliance through the teleportation array, Monica and the two held the two large bags of holy essence liquid and holy mushroom powder mask given to them by Anthony, and teleported away reluctantly.

Negris couldn't help but marvel: "What did you say to them? How come they look like different people? Did you wipe their memories again?"

"How is that possible? I, Saint Anthony, would use such low-level means?" Anthony sneered disdainfully.

"It sounds like you haven't used it before." Negris asked: "Then what did you say?"

"I said, we have already infiltrated the Undead Temple and successfully destroyed the Undead Temple from the inside. The main temple was destroyed by us decades ago. Now there are not many people on the ground who believe in the Undead Temple. However, because we have been lurking for too long, the believers have forgotten our prestige, so they need to go and awaken the believers' yearning for light."

"..." Negris was silent for a long time and said depressedly: "Why do I feel that your set of rhetoric is very likely to make you a fact? You don't really want to do this, do you? Annex the Undead Temple and the Church of Light together?"

"Hehe, what is fact? What is false? What is recorded in the classics is fact, and what is erased by others is false. A few hundred years later, what I say is fact." Anthony said with a smile.

Obviously, he wanted to play his historical tampering trick on the main plane again. Negris said angrily: "I will use the whisper of truth later to tell everyone what is fact."

"You want a divine war? Lord Negris, you might not be able to beat me." Anthony smiled meaningfully.

This made Negris depressed. It couldn't beat him, and it couldn't win a scolding match: Ku Ba Da, wait until I get fat, and I'll sit you to death.

"By the way, where did the lord go? Where did Du Luo Ken go?" Anthony asked. He still needs to find Ang to report his work.

"Dissecting corpses underground." Negris said angrily.

Coming to the underground cave, Anthony understood what 'dissecting corpses' meant. The lich dragon corpse that Ang snatched back was being spread on the ground.

Ang kept casting the cleansing technique to activate it. A large part of the originally thin dragon corpse had been activated, like a water-filled ball.

Du Luo Ken held a saw and cut the dragon corpse laboriously. The cut place was propped up with a stick, propping up a large hole leading to the chest cavity.

"Lord Du Luo Ken, what are you doing?" Anthony asked puzzled.

"Can't you see? Dissecting corpses. You came just in time, help me, cut it to the position of the heart." Du Luo Ken stood the big saw up and signaled to Anthony.

Anthony looked down at his snow-white, luxurious, and solemn Pope suit, and had the urge to turn around and run.

Putting away his clothes and changing into a 'farming suit', Anthony rolled up his trouser legs and went to pull the big saw.

Negris complained: "Good guy, even farming clothes, professional."

Anthony used his instinct as the Black Martial Emperor to get familiar with the saw, and then pulled it to cut fiercely. With this pull, he realized why Du Luo Ken performed so 'laboriously'. This dragon corpse was too tough.

The skin and flesh of the tough-skinned zombie are just a thin layer, but this dragon corpse is like hundreds of layers of skin and flesh stacked together, interspersed with some metalized fascia and the like. Every time he pulled, Anthony could feel the saw teeth of the big saw wearing out.

"Between tough skin and copper skin, such a large body size, no wonder it is so hard. What are you cutting it for?" Anthony asked.

"Life box replacement, see if it can be resurrected." Du Luo Ken refined a life box on the side.

Everyone started working together, and the progress was much faster. Soon, after changing three saws, Anthony cut open the skin and flesh in front of the chest cavity, revealing a huge, shriveled heart.

"Resurrect it for what? Driving it requires a very strong soul heart. Resurrecting a corpse dragon is useless to us, and it will attract the attention of the Undead Council." Anthony said.

"Of course it's not resurrecting a corpse dragon, I want to resurrect the lich dragon." Du Luo Ken said.

Anthony blinked blankly: "Its soul has dissipated, can it still be resurrected as a lich?"

A lich is a wise zombie. The only factor that distinguishes a zombie from a lich is wisdom. However, the birth of wisdom is too random, and it cannot be guaranteed that every resurrected corpse can become a lich.

"Of course, but I most hope to retain the memories before death. You should have many questions you want to ask the lich dragon." Du Luo Ken said.

Anthony's spirit lifted: "Are you sure?"

He had too many questions. If he could catch a high-level official of the Undead Empire, he would definitely ask the other party to cry.

Now all his understanding of the Undead Empire is inferred from the information collected from all sides, and there is no key information at all.

This led to a very serious consequence. Because there was no clear understanding of the strength of the Undead Empire, he could not infer that the Undead Council had the ability to attack the Warlock Ladder. Fortunately, this time it attacked the ladder on the Dongnai Peninsula. If it attacked North Wind City, they would fall into a very passive and dangerous situation.

This is the importance of accurate cognition.

During this time, he and Silver Coin have been working hard to collect information about the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but no matter how much information there is, it is impossible for anyone to know more than a lich dragon.

"Probably." Du Luo Ken shrugged, not making any guarantees, just saying: "I can do it, it should be able to do it too. It mainly depends on how the lord does it."

Du Luo Ken was resurrected through a damaged life box. This was Ang creating a miracle. He only had this assumption, but he was not sure if it could succeed.

While talking, Du Luo Ken put the refined life box on that shriveled heart. Because the volume of the heart was too large, the life box was an extra-large size, and it was adjusted several times during the process so that it could be embedded into the heart more closely.

Ang poured in insect ash liquid, cleansed, and reborn. After tossing for a long time, there was no reaction.

"Could it have failed?" Du Luo Ken said: "Where did the problem go? Even if it can't retain memory, it can be reborn. At worst, it becomes a corpse dragon."

Just as he was wondering, Du Luo Ken suddenly felt something. Turning his head to look, he saw the dragon corpse's eyes staring at him through a slit, and then it opened its bloody mouth fiercely, pouncing on him like a catapult.

The dragon's neck is very flexible, and the catapult speed is also very fast, just like a snake rushing out of a hole.

Du Luo Ken felt a shock in his heart, and his cloak rolled onto his body, turning into a cloud of smoke, but it was obviously too late. The bloody mouth covered the cloud of smoke.

A beam of light shone on the smoke. Ang's figure almost flashed to Du Luo Ken's front and propped up the protective barrier.

Negris was shocked: "Didn't use the sword?"

Didn't use the sword, Ang cast the Peace Protection Barrier with his bare hands.

The bloody mouth bit on the barrier, and a dozen teeth were broken.