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Chapter 214 You are the Immortal God and I am Strong Bone Locke

 "Uh, sir, don't you want to prepare?" Seeing Ange grabbing his child, randomly pulling out a knife and about to attack, Brando's scalp went numb, did he just attack like this? Don't he need to prepare?

He had watched some priests perform advanced treatments in the past, but they always burned incense and bathed, calmed the mind, and retreated from the left and right before they dared to start. Sometimes they would fail due to various interferences.

Ange was not prepared for anything. He started with a big move. Looking at his posture, was he planning to chop off his son's feet?

Ange shook his head: "No need."

He took Brando's son's foot and gestured to cut it down. Brando held Ange's hand and said with a sad face: "Otherwise we will not be cured, we will not be cured."

These days, cutting off with a knife is no joke. A large wound will bleed, but it can drain a person's blood. Coupled with poor sanitary conditions, small wounds can become infected with ulcers and die of septicemia, let alone cutting off a leg.

At first he agreed too quickly without considering it carefully. But now that he thinks about it, if he doesn’t do anything, his son will live well. If anything goes wrong with the treatment, his son will probably die. The risk is too great, especially for An.

Ge's unreliable posture made Brando even more uneasy.

Rather than taking such a big risk, it would be better not to be treated.

"Oh." Ange responded indifferently, but was interrupted by Nigris. Nigris said in his soul: "No, it must be treated. He has already distrusted you. He cannot let it go. He must be cured."

He must be cured and his mistrust broken.

So Ange's words became: "Oh, it must be treated."

Brando's son, Brando Jr., was very brave and firmly said to his father: "It needs to be cured!"

Brando felt that being lame was better than taking risks, but his son did not think so. Brando felt that it would be better to die than to be lame all the time.

Little Brando knew very clearly that this magician, who was much more powerful than his father, was treating him. He couldn't even ask for such an opportunity. Even if he went to the Holy Wall City, he didn't have hundreds of magic crystals to treat him.

You can't even see a magician who is qualified to do healing.

This is an opportunity given by God and must be cherished.

Seeing his son's determined look, Brando cried with a sad face: "Why don't you clean the knife first?"

In fact, under the purification technique, it doesn't matter whether the knife is clean or not. It won't be infected or ulcerated anyway. But the customers have such requirements, and it doesn't matter anyway. Ange used the holy light and wiped it on the knife casually.

I saw that old rusty knife, all the rust and blood stains on it were wiped by the holy light and disappeared in an instant.

Some of the traces that had penetrated into the iron were touched by Ange's fingers, and the stains were removed and they became clean again.

This hand at least gave Brando a little more confidence. Just when he was about to grit his teeth and turn away, Ange swung his knife and little Brando's lame leg flew up in front of his eyes.

Even if he chopped someone into seventeen or eighteen pieces, Brando could not blink an eyelid, but this was his son in front of him. His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a companion behind him to help him.

Everyone is actually quite curious, and they are all poking around. They are not as anxious as Brando, so they can see more things.

"Hey, little Brando didn't even move or scream. Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's probably the Holy Light that's comforting him."

Ange has experience in helping others treat lameness. He cut off little Brando's nerves early, so he couldn't feel pain and naturally stopped screaming.

After cutting off the lame leg and throwing it away, Ange opened the essence, poured it on the broken area, and cast the facial cleansing spell. A miracle was performed under the eyes of many paladins.

With Ange's ability, it would take about an hour to grow the severed limb from the bottom of the ankle. During the entire process, he needed to continuously cast the Cleansing Technique to keep the growth process from being interrupted.

Once it is interrupted and the wound scabs, you have to cut off the scabs and start over again, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, increases wear and tear, and makes the injured more painful.

So this is why, even a dignified eighth-level paladin cannot find anyone to treat his son. Can anyone cast healing spells for an hour without stopping like Ange?

If you want to achieve the same effect as Ange, you will need more than a dozen priests, plus the sacred essence that can sell more than a thousand magic crystals. It is impossible to mobilize so much power without three to five thousand magic crystals.

Arrived.

Just like that, after Ange continued to perform the facial cleansing operation for twenty minutes, Brando knelt down, looked at Ange's back with reverence, and murmured a prayer. Forty minutes later, all the Paladins knelt down.

, because little Brando's feet have grown to the heels.

In this way, under the gaze of more than twenty holy knights, Ange easily performed the miracle of regenerating a severed limb.

Until little Brando got up, jumped a few times on his newly grown feet, and shouted excitedly: "Father!"

Only then did Brando react. He stood up, adjusted his armor, knelt down on one knee again, struck the ground with his long sword, and solemnly said: "Eighth-level Paladin, Brando Augustus, I pledge my allegiance to you.

The direction of my progress is guided by my sword."



The village where Brando is located is at the bottom of the cliff, a naturally formed angular depression at the junction of the ground and the cliff.

If you live here, the cliffs can block part of the wind and rain. If you put up some scaffolding or the like, you can form a closed space and save a lot of building materials.

The total population of the village is five to six hundred, and most of them have gone out to work. The remaining old, weak, women and children, children are playing, and the elderly are chatting and gossiping. Many people are not wearing clothes. When they see a stranger like Ange,

People, huffing and puffing, all ran into the house.

Brando said awkwardly: "The village is poor and lacks supplies, so many people only have one or two sets of clothes at home."

"It's too difficult. Why don't you think of ways to improve your living conditions?" Negris asked.

Brando was shocked: "My subordinates are incompetent. All our economic lifeline and resources are concentrated in Shengbi City, and other places are barren. It is not easy to survive. Now the village has a headache. What should we do with food during the eternal night?"

Woolen cloth."

"Eternal Night? If there is a shortage of food, won't the Holy Wall City allocate food?" Negris asked.

"Who knows, when the undead creatures knock on the gate and all the people are concentrated on the defense line, who will have the time to care about the food and wages of the garrison like us? If we don't prepare in advance, it will mean nothing if the entire village disappears after the eternal night.

A strange thing."

"So do you farm your own crops?" Negris asked.

"Yes, and it's just time for harvesting. Others have already gone..." At this point, a muffled thunder sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

Brando's face changed greatly: "No, it's going to rain. We haven't finished harvesting the food yet. I'm sorry, sir, we need to leave for a while."

After saying that, Brando turned to look at the other Paladins, but after he ordered the other Paladins to swarm in a certain direction.

"We also took a look." Nigris said.

However, he said that Ange couldn't hold himself back for a long time. As long as it was about farming and harvesting, he was very interested. However, looking at the Paladins running wildly, Ange asked with some confusion: "They

If there is no horse, why is it called a paladin?"

"..." Nigris was a little speechless: "Paladin is a profession, which means that the items they train include equestrianism and horse power techniques, etc. There are no horses, maybe because they are poor."

Ange followed them to the area where the farmland was located. The entire area was in panic. Everyone was harvesting crops in the field with wooden stone sickles and looking at the sky with worry from time to time. As the sky moved,

The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the expressions on everyone's faces are getting more and more anxious.

However, how efficient can the stone sickle be in harvesting? I was so tired that I was sweating profusely and my hands and feet were weak. When I stopped and took a look, I saw that less than half had been harvested.

According to past experience, it would take a whole day to harvest all the crops. Even if they worked hard now, they would not be able to harvest all the crops before the rain came down.

The addition of Brando and other Paladins can't speed up the overall progress much. They all have long swords, and the efficiency of harvesting crops is not as fast as the stone sickle.

Ange was eager to try, but Nigris, who had already had a premonition, quickly stopped him: "Don't mess around. You are an ascetic monk now. Don't use anything that does not suit your status. Don't even think about the Death Scythe."

"Oh." Ange tilted his head, holding his hands in vain, and a holy light extended along his hands, condensing into a holy...scythe.

Holding the Scythe of Holy Light upside down, Ange ran quickly through the farmland. Wherever he passed, the crops fell neatly. He didn't even need to sort them out twice. He could pick them up and pull them away.

Negris didn't know what to say. It wasn't until Ange finished harvesting all the crops that he said with a wry smile: "You can already shape the Holy Light, but what you want is to get a sickle."

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There are so many things that Holy Light Shaping can do. The Sword of the Holy Spirit, the Archangel's Rod, the Pope's Scepter, etc., all require Holy Light Shaping to make. Well, it's unprecedented. It's comparable to the Holy Spirit Sword, the Angel's Rod, etc.

Waiting for the legendary artifact, the Scythe of Holy Light, to be born.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared dumbfounded at Ange running around in the field. The villagers who didn't know Ange all turned their attention to Brando.

Brando was so moved that he almost cried: "Your Excellency is helping us harvest. You are so kind and amiable. Wow, oh, oh, oh... hurry up and pack the crops, don't waste your time and effort."

With Ange's efficient harvesting ability, the villagers only needed to bundle the crops and carry them away. Everyone worked together to carry all the crops into the warehouse before the first drop of rain fell.

"Thank you so much, sir. Without your help, we would have lost at least 40% of our food supply. It would be very difficult after the eternal night." Brando offered tea and said with tears of gratitude.

Nigris trained: "If harvesting is so critical, why are you two dozen strong laborers running around and not coming back to help?"

Brando said in shock: "I was able to come back in time, so why don't I run into you, sir?"

Qingqing didn't catch up because Ange caught them.

At this time, among the villagers watching from a distance, an old woman who was blind in one eye held something in her hand and waved to Brando.

Brando went over and asked, then came back with the things in the old woman's hands: "Sir, the villagers are grateful for your help and specially dedicate to you the precious treasures handed down from their ancestors."

"Ah? It was handed down from our ancestors? It's too precious. You can't take it. Let this little girl take it back." Nigris quickly refused.

"Uh, little girl?" Brando choked, looking at the old woman with the wrinkles on her face that could kill bugs, there was really no way to connect her with the little girl.

Forget it, Brando directly opened the box in his hand, revealing a piece of bone tool carved from the bones of a silver skull, with exquisite magic patterns engraved on the surface, filled with black energy, like silver and jade.

Brando was so frightened that he closed the box and trembled all over: "I...I...we don't...dare..."

Ange tilted his head and looked at him in confusion. Seeing that he was trembling and unable to finish his words for a long time, he simply grabbed it, looked at it for a few times, and stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.

"Sir, this is not our thing. We do not believe in immortality." Brando finally spoke clearly.

Only then did Nigris understand why he was panicking. Now Ange's identity was an ascetic monk sent by the main plane to track down corruption. However, in a village where the paladin was stationed, he discovered the bone tool of the undead creature. This is

What crime?

Anyone who hides heretical items will be burned at the stake.

Nigris said: "I believe you. It just so happens that this can be regarded as my trophy. I will take it and let the little girl come over."

The old woman came over timidly. When she presented the gift just now, she didn't dare to come over by herself. Now that she came over by herself, she was so scared that she didn't dare to raise her head.

Ange didn't care, he used the holy light and hit her.

Ange had just harvested a few fields happily, but he could not equal the value of this bone tool. Ange, who was used to equal value, naturally wanted to pay for it, but was stopped by Nigris.

"You're paying her and she has nowhere to spend it. Why don't you fix her eyes and take care of her minor ailments? Look at the people next to her staying away from her. It's probably because of some strange smell or something."

"Oh." After several facial cleansing techniques, the old woman raised her head in shock.

The facial cleansing technique is a comprehensive treatment, especially when Ange applied it a dozen times at a time. Not to mention the ineffectiveness of the treatment, the amount is sufficient.

Given the living conditions here, elderly women must have a lot of problems with their bodies, including rheumatism, gynecological diseases, skin diseases, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, as long as they are non-bacterial and fungal, facial cleansing techniques can treat them.

The old woman felt that her whole body had relaxed. The joints that had tortured her so much that she could not sleep on rainy days now felt as relaxed as if they had been cut and bleeding.

Oh my God, what a miracle. The old woman couldn't help but knelt down and believed in the light all her life. This was the first time she felt the magic of light.

Then, Ange opened her eyelids, put a few drops of essence into it, and repaired her lost eyes. All the villagers were excited: "It's so powerful, such a powerful magic!"

"Little Brando's foot has also healed. It must have been cured by an adult. It turns out that the church is not all the kind of evil people who only collect taxes."

"Your Excellency is an ascetic monk, and I also want to be an ascetic monk."

"I heard that ascetics can't live in a house, eat delicious food, and live a married life..."

"Then I want to be a priest, the kind who specializes in collecting taxes."

After Ange dealt with the old woman's injuries, Nigris had already studied the bone device in the Palace of Rest and understood: "This is an instrument for communication between undead creatures in different soul networks."

"Different soul networks?" Ange tilted his head in confusion.

"Yes, you are like Jiangu Locke and Duroken. If their people want to communicate with each other, they cannot go through the soul network and can only use instruments and equipment."

"Can it still be used?" Ange asked.

"Okay, there's no energy anymore. Just inject soul energy into it. Try it."

Ange first left the village, then took out the bone tool, injected soul energy into it, and started it.

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Received, received, this is the frontline transfer station, who are you and who are you looking for."

Ange tilted his head and said truthfully: "I am the immortal god..."

"Haha, you are the Immortal God, and I am Strong Bones Locke, a lunatic." Click, the communication was interrupted.


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