Move left, move right, move horizontally, move vertically, move in circles, write... Forget it, the difficulty is too high, Ange has never written before...
The white ghost just raised its two small hands and followed the holy light. It finally stopped Ange from teasing it, and then it let out a sigh of relief, contentedly stood by the holy light, and "baked"
' Holding his little hands.
Roasted is just an adjective. In fact, it means accepting the radiation of the Holy Light, but not daring to come into direct contact with the Holy Light, otherwise it will not be able to withstand it.
Ange only thought it was funny, but Nigris was confused by it: "Holy...ghost? Supada, is there such a thing?"
Holy Skeletons, Holy Light Corpse Witches and the like can be made artificially, but Holy Ghosts? Who would make such a thing?
Isn’t the naturally formed sacred ghost the same as ‘bright’ darkness? This is unscientific.
Except for this little ghost, the square is still quiet and there is nothing. As time goes by, the whistling sound in the air gradually becomes smaller. When I look up, I see that the hole is gradually shrinking, and it will not be long before it is completely closed.
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After more than ten minutes of treatment, the diphtheria subsided, the damaged wing membrane healed, and Ange put away the Holy Light.
Oops, this made the little ghost so anxious that he started circling around Ange's hand. Finally, he anxiously picked up Ange's hand and twisted it outward. Maybe he thought that twisting this hand would reward the Holy Spirit.
Light it.
However, a ghost couldn't find the strength to twist Ange's hand, and it remained motionless for a long time. In the end, it was so lost that the whole body exuded an aura of frustration.
Ange lit up a finger, and the little ghost jumped forward with excitement. Because the holy light on the finger was not strong, it even hugged Ange's finger directly.
It was just a little bit of faint holy light, and it took no effort for Ange to maintain it.
"Ange, bring out two heavily armed zombies and let them move forward." Nigris said.
Two heavily armored zombies were taken out, one was a shield warrior and the other was a swordsman. They carried their two-handed swords and shields respectively, and walked in front of them step by step.
Xia Mara moved her nose, as if smelling the breath under the armor, and murmured: "Immortal heretic..."
For a pure saint like her, the instinct to eliminate heretics is engraved in her bones, but there is a voice in her heart desperately telling her: Don't move, you will die if you move! Don't move, you will die if you move!
The heavily armored zombie opened the way in front, followed by Ange and Diphtheria. After walking a few steps, they found that Diphtheria walked with his wings between his legs and his buttocks twisted like an old hen, which was very inflexible.
Negris said helplessly: "Take it back, let the dragon walk on the ground, it will be too difficult for it."
The situation here is unknown, so we can't let it fly. Who knows where there are defense towers and the like, so we can blow it up with one shot.
Take Diphtheria back to the Palace of Rest, and only Ange and Shyamala are left here, and of course, the little ghost.
The entire Holy Heaven was deserted. After leaving the Square of the Gods, we walked along the Avenue of Holy Light to the end, and then walked around the surrounding buildings. We couldn't see anything, not even defenses. Two heavily armored zombies were strutting away.
Ahead, walking on this holy highway of heaven, there is no holy light to judge them.
"It seems to be really dead. It doesn't even have the function of automatic defense. There is nothing except a layer of barrier membrane. But the membrane is dead, how can it defend against living people?" Negris sighed.
Ange ignored it, but looked back at Xia Mara in confusion. Not long ago, he felt that Xia Mara's mood was constantly fluctuating, and her anger was constantly accumulating, like a brewing active volcano.
, is about to reach the edge of explosion.
Sure enough, Xia Mara's eyes were full of anger, and her breath was filled with black anger.
Nigris also noticed it at this time and quickly asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"I, want to kill the gods." Shyamala said every word, gritting her teeth and glaring angrily.
Ange subconsciously took two steps away and used the Death Scythe to be on guard.
Shyamala asked angrily: "What are you hiding from?!"
"You want to kill the gods." Ange said, he is an immortal god, and he is in the category that Shamara wants to kill.
"It's none of your business, I'm going to kill all the gods of light!" Shamara said word by word, as if she had made an oath, and the black holy flames on her body suddenly swelled.
Nigris was a little confused: "Why do you swear such an oath? This is a God-killing oath. It will be very troublesome if you can't fulfill it."
"They have deceived everyone. There is no heaven and no happiness. This is not a place for living people." Xia Mara raised her hand and pointed to the buildings around her.
"Hiss, if you say so, yes, this is not a world of living people. The gods of light are lying to people. Where are the believers who were led to the kingdom of heaven by people? Where are they going?" After Shyamala mentioned it like this,
Nigris came up with a terrifying guess.
In the Holy Book of Light, devout believers will be led to a paradise where the ground is covered with rice and the riverbed is flowing with honey after death. There is no pain, no hunger, and countless handsome men and beauties...
But along the way, there are various buildings, but there are absolutely no rice fields, honey rivers, and nothing else that a living person needs, not even a place to light a fire for cooking.
Should the rice that is spread all over the ground have to be eaten raw?
If this is not the Kingdom of Heaven, forget it, but the Square of the Gods, the Avenue of Holy Light, the Dome of Light, everything is exactly as described in the holy scriptures, this is the Kingdom of Heaven.
The question then arises, what about those believers who have been led to the kingdom of heaven?
If they were arranged to go to another place, then forget it, but the greater possibility is that there is no such thing as a reception at all, so all the believers have been dealt with by them.
Shyamala was so angry that she even vowed to kill gods. Apparently, she had found the answer.
"Is your inner voice telling you again? Well, ask me first, what kind of oaths are you making? If the gods of light are gone, how can you kill them? What will you do if you fail to fulfill your oaths?" Negris said
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Whether it is a soul oath or a god-killing oath, there are gains and losses. The soul oath establishes a soul connection and is connected to the king's soul network, so that the king's power can be borrowed at any time.
For example, Orc, who had never learned magic, killed Hemeltus with the help of Ange's power because of his fanatical belief.
Although Hemeltus is relatively weak, he is still a god. Don’t mistake the insect god for a god.
The same goes for the God-Killing Oath. It consolidated Xia Mara's belief, resulting in more concentrated divine power and greatly increased strength. However, this requires paying a price. If the oath cannot be fulfilled, the consequences will be very serious.
But now that the gods of light are gone, where can Shamara go to fulfill her oath?
Shyamala said with a strange expression: "Although I appreciate your concern, don't worry, my oath has no expiry date."
"Pfft..." Nigris didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. Looking back, he realized that indeed, there was no time limit in Shyamala's oath, which meant that it didn't matter when it was completed.
"I didn't expect that you, with your delicate features, would learn such a trick." Nigris didn't expect that a pure person like her would be able to do such a trick.
Xia Mara smiled slightly: "The church had this trick many years ago. I just don't bother to use it, but it doesn't matter now."
The last sentence "It doesn't matter" gave Nigris a very sad feeling. In the past, she was only disappointed with the Church of Light, but now, she is disappointed with the entire light.
A fanatical believer became an apostate who swore to kill God.
Nigris sighed secretly, not knowing what to say, so he walked in silence until they completed the circle and returned to the end of the Avenue of Holy Light.
This end of the Holy Light Avenue passes through the Square of the Gods, and at the end is a magnificent temple. Walking up the long steps to the entrance, you can see an empty temple entrance with a lone sculpture standing there.
This is a sculpture of an angel of the Holy Spirit, about 1.4 meters tall, with wide wings spread out, stepping forward, raising its head to the sky, and pointing its hand at the sky as if it were carrying something, as if it was about to launch at any time.
Whether it is the expression on the face or the wings behind it, they are all lifelike and detailed, just like the work of a master sculptor.
Similar sculptures can be seen everywhere here. There are sculptures of gods standing around the Plaza of the Gods. There is nothing surprising about it. The only thing is that this sculpture is a little more detailed and stands at the door, which is a bit blocking the road.
Ange was about to go around the sculpture. When he passed by the sculpture, he suddenly stopped and said hesitantly: "It's real."
"Really? What really?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"The real Holy Spirit is petrified." Ange said.
Negris projected his thoughts and penetrated deep into the body of the sculpture. Sure enough, he saw distinct structures of flesh, blood, bones, etc. It was impossible for the sculpture to carve out all these internal things.
"It's really real. It's not a stone, but it's petrified? What happened?" Nigris was surprised.
If this is a true Holy Spirit, then with its height and wings, it is at least a six-winged archangel.
The shape of its pair of wings is also consistent with Negris's guess. Angels only have one pair of real wings, whether they are four wings or six wings. The remaining wings are light wings, so they disappear after being petrified.
Why is a six-winged archangel petrified here? Is the kingdom of heaven invaded? Or is it for other reasons?
This is a six-winged archangel that can fight against Rock the Bones.
"It seems to be carrying some kind of weapon. Look around. Are there any weapons nearby?" Nigris said as if he suddenly thought of something.
However, it thought too much. There was nothing all around. Maybe some force was at work. There was not even dust. It was so clean that a scavenger would lose his job if he came here.
Nigris was so angry that he cursed: "Take the sculpture away and carry it with you. This kingdom is as poor as a ghost. There are no weapons, equipment, treasures or food. There are only some buildings left that cannot be moved. This trip is a big loss."
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Ange put away the petrified angel.
Continue walking inside and enter the temple.
Finally, something different was discovered in this temple. They were sarcophagi-like things placed in one of the rooms of the temple.
Ange opened a, uh, it was indeed a coffin, and a slender white skeleton lay quietly inside.
Today's God of Knowledge has long since updated his knowledge of this kind of skeleton, and recognized it as a holy skeleton at a glance.
"They are all 1.9 meter first-order angels, so useless." Ange already had thousands of such holy skeletons, so they were of no use.
Speaking of the holy bones, Negris immediately thought of the holy bones planted in the ground: "By the way, do those holy bones that plant souls have souls that give birth to wisdom?"
Ange shook his head.
"Is it so difficult?" Nigris said disappointedly. It has been almost a year since they left the Abyss of Rest, and thousands of holy corpses have not given birth to a single wise soul?
Not only the holy bones, but also the ordinary bones that were planted later also failed to produce intelligent souls. Is it so difficult to produce intelligent souls?
Then why did Ange pick up two of them casually?
In addition to the holy remains, Ange also found some metal eggs, the size of a fist, with complex holy patterns engraved on the surface.
"Holy Spirit Armor? So many?" There were a bunch of boxes in front of him, each box containing six eggs, a total of twenty boxes, and many boxes were empty.
"One hundred and twenty Holy Spirit Armors, what a big harvest. Put them away quickly, at least you don't have to go back empty-handed." Nigris said happily.
A sculpture of a petrified angel and one hundred and twenty armors of the Holy Spirit. These were all Ange's harvest. In the next few days, Ange searched every corner of the kingdom of heaven and found nothing else.
"Impossible. Didn't you say that the guy who competed with you for divine power was in a windy plane at night? Isn't it here? Where is the guy who competed with you for divine power? Could it be this little guy?" Nigris looked at him.
The little ghost on Ange's finger is the only one in the entire heaven that can move.
Of course, it is impossible for a ghost to compete with a false god for divine power using scales. So who is competing with Xhamala for divine power?
Shyamala shook her head and said affirmatively: "It's here, it's hiding from us."
"Hide from us? Why are you hiding from us? The guy who can steal your divine power needs to hide from us, shouldn't he jump out and drive us away?" Nigris was surprised.
Xia Mara said doubtfully: "Why not hide? Even if I am ten times stronger, I will still hide when I encounter someone who can break down the barrier."
That makes sense. If you think about it, if you were in his shoes, he would definitely be hiding. Who would dare to confront Jiangu Locke head-on?
"So, the gods of light are definitely not returning. At most, they are reborn, or they are newly born gods. So what should we do now? If it keeps hiding, we can't find it."
The Holy Kingdom is not small. There are nooks and crannies everywhere, and buildings extend in all directions. If a guy deliberately hides, it will be difficult to find him without a thousand or hundreds of people.
Obviously it's impossible to wait here. Let's go back first and think of a solution. But for the time being, we have to wait until the evening, when the wind of rest blows, to see if there will be any holes.
It was quite boring to wait. Ange looked at the green belt and gardens in the Square of the Gods. His hands itched, so he ran over without saying a word, took out his sickle, and chopped down a big tree in a few strokes.
"I...you...forget it, you want to cut down the garden to plant vegetables, right? What you are cutting down is a sacred tree. Don't waste it after cutting it down, just put it away." Nigris was too angry to say anything.
what.
But it’s okay. There are a lot of sacred trees in the garden. Cutting them all down can be considered a gain. Ange can’t even remember them if he doesn’t cut them down. Every plant and tree here is actually quite valuable. There’s nothing there, so just cut them down.
Tree.
"Floor tiles are also quite valuable. If you sell these sacred patterns and this kind of material to Anthony, he will definitely like it. Why don't you also dig up some floor tiles." Nigris suggested.
Ange worked hard to cut down all the sacred trees, and even dug out some of them with their roots, and moved them into the Palace of Rest to see if they could be planted.
He also dug up a bunch of floor tiles in the Plaza of the Gods, intending to take them back and sell them to Anthony, but as he dug, he discovered that there was something underneath the square.
PS: I searched on the Internet, it’s not cancer, the most common thing is amputation, ah, you’re scaring people one by one.