Chapter 458: You save the Monarch, we want the Starburst Array

Powerful energy formed a pathway through Ang's main body—the Black Crystal Body—and his current body, transmitting continuously.

Previously, this kind of pathway also existed, but the transmitted power was too little, just enough to cast a first-level spell. Uh, although it was cast very quickly, it was still a first-level spell, right?

Now, this pathway had widened. With a thought from Ang, he cast a second-level spell.

Buck widened his eyes, looking at this second-level Cleansing Art, which was clearly brighter than before: Is this the Holy Light bestowed upon me?

Ang used his hand, which carried holy radiance, to grasp Buck's disabled arm. After cutting off the pain, he raised his hand and sliced. The already healed cross-section was sliced open, revealing bone shards and flesh.

There was a gasp all around. Buck's mother covered her face and screamed directly. Buck himself was the calmest, because he couldn't feel any pain; instead, he looked curiously at the cross-section of flesh on his arm.

Ang took out the essence liquid and poured it onto the cross-section. Under the stimulation of the Holy Light, the flesh on the cross-section grew rapidly.

Honestly, this scene was somewhat horrifying. The flesh grew too fast, forming buds that scrambled to extend. A few minutes later, Buck's arm had grown out.

The newly grown arm was fair and tender, like a baby's skin, completely different from the dirty skin on Buck's body.

This magical scene impacted everyone's soul. After being stunned for a long while, everyone knelt down with thuds.

"Oh my god, oh my god, severed limb regeneration, a miracle."

"What kind of magic is this? What kind of magic is this? I want to learn this kind of magic."

"This is a miracle! This is a miracle! The Church of Light, they are from the Church of Light. Oh my god, is the Church of Light this powerful?"

Ang harvested a wave of soul flames. People who witnessed the severed limb regeneration with their own eyes immediately believed in the Light. As they spread the word, this magical scene would continue to spread.

This slave reception work had turned into an occasion for displaying miracles, and it was still continuing.

For example, those slaves with big-belly disease, after drinking the water specially prepared by Ang, immediately had thunderous rumbling in their bellies and ran quickly to the toilets prepared early on. The manure pits underneath were covered with thick lime.

This was prepared by the meticulous Silver Coin, who had built a row of toilets; otherwise, everyone would have had to relieve themselves in the grass by the roadside.

After a burst of rumbling, these people walked out weakly, only to find their bellies had become smaller. The big-belly disease that had plagued them for a long time had actually been cured just like that.

It wasn't just simple deworming; otherwise, intestinal bleeding would have killed these already weak people. While deworming, there was also essence liquid to repair the intestines. After finishing, these people immediately felt hungry.

Not far away, there were rapeseed cakes, but before collecting food, everyone was driven into the river to wash themselves clean.

After coming up, they were sprinkled with deworming powder, and then each person received a rapeseed cake.

This set of procedures was very familiar. In the main plane, Anthony didn't know how many times he had repeated it. For every step, he had made full preparations, even considering the slaves' mental health.

The slaves who had just arrived in a strange place felt their inner anxiety quickly subside.

Ang was already multitasking. More of his attention was focused on that energy pathway. Besides allowing him to cast second-level spells, the massive amount of energy pouring in also brought him some strange changes.

Ang concentrated his spirit and suddenly stretched out his hand. His palm and arm instantly disappeared into the air.

Negris was not surprised, flying over calmly to cover for him to avoid scaring people, and asked by the way: "What are you doing reaching into the Divine Realm? If you want to take something, go into the room and get it."

Ang now had increasing control over the Divine Realm of the God of War and Peace, able to open a section or a small opening. Negris thought he was reaching into the Divine Realm.

Ang reached in and pulled out a handful of Breath Soil.

"Eh? Breath Soil? When did you put Breath Soil in there? Eh, that's not right. You haven't been to places like cemeteries recently; you can't come into contact with Breath Soil. Where did these things come from?" Negris asked curiously.

"Palace of Breath." Ang said, and reached his hand in again.

"Hiss, you mean your hand can reach into the Palace of Breath?" Negris asked, shocked.

Ang nodded and pulled it out again. In his hand was already a cluster of withered rice stalks.

Ang hadn't been back for too long and couldn't tend to the crops in the farm. Most of them had withered and died, leaving only those hardy God-Planting flowers, upgrade beans, and the like.

Negris was immediately excited: "Really? Are there any limitations? Can you take out things of larger size? Can you take out Patsey?"

Originally, Ang could pull out objects the size of a half-body skeleton, but if his consciousness returned to his main body and he transformed into Locke, with cooperation on both sides, he could stuff over things the size of a person.

The little angel, the little zombie, Silver Coin, and Anthony were all stuffed over like this. Only Negris was pulled over directly.

However, such 'pulling' and 'stuffing' consumed a lot of energy and couldn't transfer larger objects. For example, the Purple Skeleton Titan couldn't be stuffed over, and the main plane also needed people to stay behind, so Ang didn't continue to transfer manpower.

In the new place, pioneering talents like Anthony and Silver Coin were needed, and combat power like the Purple Skeleton Big Bone was also needed, but administrative talents like Lisa and Feilin weren't needed for the time being.

Now that Ang could reach into the Palace of Breath, could he take out objects larger than a normal human size?

Ang shook his head: "Put in."

Negris understood Ang's meaning. Ang meant: the only change was that he could put things in, but the volume of transferred items hadn't changed.

That was boring. Negris forced a smile: "That's pretty good. If we encounter danger in the future, at least we can stuff my book in."

Ang clenched his fist hard, and his entire small arm slowly turned gray.

This kind of change was too eerie and didn't suit Ang's current persona, scaring Negris into hurriedly spreading his flesh wings to cover Ang.

However, there weren't many people around, and the next batch hadn't arrived yet, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

Once the flesh wings covered him, the surroundings were completely blocked. Ang looked curiously and found that, unknowingly, Negris had grown much larger. His spread flesh wings could be used as a tent; he would use them to block the rain in the future.

Having made up his mind, Ang focused his attention on his hand.

The arm toughened and turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, somewhat like the skin color of an Iron-Skin Zombie, but it didn't dehydrate or wither.

This situation lasted for quite a while. The skin color of the arm slowly returned to normal, but the metallic luster on the skin told Negris that this arm had become different.

"How could this be? Your power shouldn't be able to reach the skin and flesh, right? And you only received one fanatic; why would it affect your hand? It's really strange. Let me peel your skin and flesh to see." Negris said, puzzled.

Ang was a skeleton. This layer of skin and flesh on the outside grew after this body bathed in Holy Light. Essentially, they weren't things of the same nature. It was already quite good that they didn't conflict; it was impossible for it to affect the bones.

Ang peeled back the skin and flesh, revealing the bones underneath. The bones were smooth and white, revealing an ivory-like luster. This was clearly not a normal human skeleton or a Holy Spirit skeleton.

Ang pinched the spread skin and flesh together and was about to cast Holy Light, but the skin and flesh healed themselves first.

Negris looked at this peculiar scene and suddenly said: "We've always heard Albert talk about Holy Spirits, Holy Spirits. Is it possible that this body of yours isn't actually a Holy Spirit's?"

Ang tilted his head. Could it be? If it wasn't a Holy Spirit's skeleton, then why could Holy Light make it resurrect?

Negris saw the doubt in Ang's heart at a glance and said: "First, it has no wing joints. Second, its bones aren't as slender as the little angel's, nor will they shrink as the level increases. Third, Locke wouldn't choose an ordinary Holy Spirit skeleton to inhabit."

The third point was the most important. It knew Locke's personality too well. Without something special, it would absolutely not choose an ordinary Holy Spirit skeleton.

Even if it were forced to choose, it would quickly change it, or try hard to make it 'special'. That was the stubborn Locke, who absolutely wouldn't do anything mediocre or ordinary. For it, Holy Spirits were too ordinary.

So, could it be that this body of Ang's wasn't ordinary? It had always ignored this point before. Now, seeing this unconventional change in Ang's arm, it couldn't help but think too much.

Ang tilted his head, somewhat blank. If it wasn't a Holy Spirit skeleton, then what kind of skeleton would it be?

Nobody knew. At least, the answer couldn't be found in the information left by Locke.

Just as he wanted to say something more, Ang suddenly jumped up and pushed Negris away with one hand.

A 'human' had quietly approached not far away, and it was unknown whether they were eavesdropping.

Seeing they were discovered, this human grinned: "Reflexes are quite fast. It seems you fluorescent bugs have found a backer and are preparing to crawl out of the gutter?"

While speaking, his mouth split open. This wasn't an adjective, but a verb. His mouth really split open, revealing a bloody maw. A large head with gray-black scales drilled out, stretched its neck, and bit toward Ang.

"Lich Dragon!? Nosalo!? Uh—" Negris screamed. It was the Lich Dragon Nosalo of the Undead Council they had seen before.

It had actually transformed into a human, mixed in with the disaster victims, approached quietly, and then suddenly revealed its form to bite the running dogs of the Light to death.

This trick worked every time. As a Lich Dragon, whether it was a dragon or a lich, it had a close-range advantage. Divine spellcasters approached by it basically found it hard to react.

However, before Negris could finish shouting its name, Ang swung his arm, which still had some iron-gray color, twisted his body, and smashed a punch onto Nosalo's head.

Nosalo's massive head was sent flying.

The head recovered, but the body hadn't. Nosalo was in a top-heavy state. Ang smashed its head flying, and the momentum actually sent its body flying as well.

Falling more than ten meters away, Nosalo was a bit stunned. What happened?

Struggling to lift its head, it looked toward Ang's direction, only to see a figure jump over, a fist descending from the sky.

The head that had just been lifted was smashed back onto the ground heavily.

A lich's soul wasn't in its head, but Nosalo was still beaten silly. The fist smashing onto its head carried a powerful force, vibrating its entire body and affecting its soul.

Impossible! How is this possible?! Doesn't this mean its head was hit, but its heart hurts? How much power would it take to cause such an effect?

Before it could come to its senses, Ang smashed another punch onto its head.

Until this moment, Nosalo's body hadn't completely transformed back, with four feet on the ground trying to crawl up.

But as soon as its head lifted, Ang smashed another punch onto its head. With a crisp sound of bone cracking, Nosalo's head was beaten flat, dented into a large radial crater.

The entire scene was silent. Even Nosalo itself was stunned. Because of its density, a Lich Dragon's body was incomparably sturdy, sturdier than an average Iron-Skin Zombie or Golden Skeleton, and among them, the skull was the sturdiest.

But now, this Light divine spellcaster hadn't used divine spells, but had smashed its skull with his bare hands? Are you kidding? Is it a hallucination?

It tried to crawl up with its four limbs in disbelief. This time, Ang didn't move, but Nosalo felt a pain in its back. The heavy blow made it lie down again.

With a turn of thought, a six-winged archangel was seen carrying an archangel staff, raised high and preparing to hammer down.

Unreconciled, Nosalo moved sideways. Boom! It felt as if it had been hit by a giant Thunder Rhino. Its feet went empty, and it lay down again.

With a sweep of its consciousness, it was the little zombie. But to avoid exposing its identity, the little zombie wasn't armored at this moment, but wearing coarse cloth clothes. With one collision, the clothes were directly shattered, revealing the robust, marble-like muscles underneath.

But this shocked Nosalo's mind even more. It knew the sturdiness of its own body very well, and with its rough skin, throwing someone onto it would scrape them to pieces.

The little zombie knocked it down, and the clothes were shattered, but the skin and flesh were actually fine? Not even red? Is it protected by battle aura?

Before it could figure out what was going on, a rapid fluctuation of Holy Light came from Ang's direction. By the time its consciousness turned over, it was quickly submerged by a large wave of Holy Light missiles.

Nosalo repeated Jadeligo's fate. After being beaten dizzy, its soul strength dropped significantly, and it was forcibly extracted of its soul by Ang, and then its body was stuffed into the Divine Realm.

With the fastest speed, all the Church of Light personnel, signs, placards, banners, figurines, and souvenirs on the scene all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the dumbfounded slaves and the spies observing in the dark.

After a long while, the slaves reacted: "We... seem... seem to have been cheated? Did the Church of Light set a trap for us?"

Some quick-reacting slaves slapped their thighs: "I said so! Why take even the old, weak, sick, and disabled? It turns out they were using us as bait. Too insidious. If those undead creatures had come a few more times, we would have all died."

"But... but that little boy who regenerated his severed limb just now..."

"Oh, it must be fake. It's acting, it's an illusion. That little boy's hand wasn't severed." Someone said decisively.

"But, what about their bellies? The big bellies are gone. That's big-belly disease; they wouldn't live long. But now, look."

A pile of schistosomiasis patients immediately patted their bellies, indicating that they were in good condition, not liars, and the disease had really been cured—it was the grace of the Holy Light.

Others who had injuries and illnesses but had been cured also expressed one after another that the Holy Light was spiritual and forbade cursing.

The spies sent by the Undead Council were also at a loss. Everyone was at their wits' end and had to go find Fivo.

Fivo also sighed: "I was cheated by them too. They said they wanted to reclaim wasteland and farm, and asked me to help recruit people. I really didn't know they were from the Church of Light."

He distanced himself very cleanly.

"However, since you've all come, don't leave. North Wind City happens to be short of people, and there is a large amount of newly reclaimed land that needs to be cultivated. Go farm. You'll be tax-exempt for five years. After five years, you'll be converted into contract slaves, and after paying taxes for another five years, you can regain your freedom." Fivo took the opportunity to announce the policy.

This policy was so generous that it caused an uproar. Regain freedom after paying taxes for five years? How was that different from having no requirements? Because even free citizens needed to pay taxes.

Immediately, someone asked: "If I pay taxes in advance, can I be converted into a free citizen in advance?"

Then someone else asked: "If I remain a contract slave, can I never pay taxes?"

The scene quickly turned into a policy briefing.

The spies sent by the Undead Council were at a loss and finally could only report truthfully.

Anthony's grand display was just to catch another high-level member of the Undead Council. Jadeligo was resurrected by them after death, which wasn't suitable for passing messages; otherwise, the Undead Council would know they had the ability to resurrect dead liches.

Nosalo's soul was stuffed back into its body. The first thing it did upon regaining mobility was to try to crawl up, but the next moment, it was stunned by Anthony's words.

"Do you know that the Starburst Array is accumulating energy, adjusted to Soul Impact mode, preparing to bombard the Undead Monarch? Are you still loyal to the Monarch? Do you want to save the Undead Monarch?"

Question after question shook Nosalo, leaving it at a loss.

"If you want to, we can cooperate. You save the Monarch, we want the Starburst Array." ===== CHAPTER 459 =====