"I am really the immortal god." Ange restarted the communication and said it truthfully.
"You're still excited, aren't you? You are the immortal god and I am your father. Don't you humans like to curse like this the most? What dead kid picked up the communication dominoes and played around with them? You are not willing to mess around with the soul crystals when they are so expensive.
Flower." Obviously, the other end of the communication regarded him as a human who picked up communication dominoes and sent messages randomly.
"But, I am really the immortal god." Ange said in a daze. When others didn't believe his words, the vegetable-growing skeleton didn't know how to react.
"Shut up, you are the God of Immortality. Why do we need to be stuck here and not be able to return home for a thousand years? Get lost, if you continue to harass me, I will let the crows eat all the food in the nearby villages after the night.
Light, starve you bastards to death." The voice on the other side shouted angrily, and with a click, the communication was interrupted again.
Ange and Nigris' thoughts touched each other, and they both felt the other's confusion: "It seems that he is angry?"
After telling him, the other party didn't believe him, and he didn't know what to say no matter how hard he dialed, so Ange had no choice but to put away the dominoes for the time being.
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"Brando, pick two people and follow me to the Holy Wall City." Nigris said.
"Yes, sir." Brando responded, turning around and calling: "Little Brando, little Brando, come here."
Nigris was stunned: "Wait a minute, how many Brandos do you have here?"
"Ah, there are more than ten of them. We are all from the Brando family. Little Brando is my son, and little Brando is my nephew."
Nigris was speechless: "It's too easy for you to name me. You usually call me like this. Aren't you afraid of getting confused?"
"No, no, no, we don't usually call them like this. My son is called Lame, and my nephew is called Tin Gu. Please don't worry, sir. They are the most outstanding warriors among us." Brando thought Ange disliked them.
, and quickly patted his chest to assure himself.
It sounded ugly anyway, so Nigris didn't bother to worry about it anymore. He asked the three of them to come over and line up. After standing in a row, Nigris realized the problem: "You guys have a bit of a hard time with your appearance."
Brando lowered his head in shame.
Brando is a little better. Little Brando is missing a boot because he was lame in the past and can't wear boots. Little Brando's clothes are even more ragged and holes are exposed in some places.
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"Let's do this. I'll lend you three sets of armor and return them to me when you're done using them." After Negris finished speaking, Ange took out the Holy Spirit Armor Egg.
I found one hundred and twenty Holy Spirit Armor Eggs in the Holy Heaven, and gave a few to Anthony, but threw the rest aside without a chance to use them.
Brando held the Holy Spirit Armor the size of an ostrich egg and looked at Ange with a blank expression. He obviously didn't know the high-end Holy Spirit Armor. Even if he occasionally saw someone wearing it, he wouldn't know what it looked like when it was curled up.
how is it like.
"Take off the tatters on your body and infuse it with holy power." Nigris said.
Brando took off his armor in confusion, and his son and nephew even took off their underwear several times.
Infused with holy power, the Holy Spirit Armor instantly bounced open and transformed into the shape of a metal angel, facing Brando. The wings behind him were wrapped around him, and with a click, the metal piece was attached to Brando's body.
Such a cool way of dressing shocked Brando's whole family. The other Paladins and villagers were watching from a distance. The scene at this moment shocked them all to their knees. Some people murmured: "I saw an angel possessing her.
It’s up to Brando.”
With the arrival of Ange, this was not the first time that everyone in the village was shocked. Many people had never left the village in their lives, and they actually had half-doubts about the light, and their faith was not firm.
Occasionally, priests and saints would go to the countryside, but they would not often perform miracles. Instead, they would eat cards, which would easily arouse the resentment of the villagers and eliminate the shock.
Many people's belief in light comes mostly from paladins like Brando.
Now, what Ange showed made them truly feel the power of light.
The rest of the Paladins were even more envious. After passing the Paladin examination, all they were given were old and dilapidated second-hand armors, some of which didn't fit well. Not only did they not have the power of the Holy Knights when they put them on, they felt like they had been defeated anyway.
But the Holy Spirit Armor is sacred, mighty, cool, and full of power. You can wear this kind of armor once and you will be satisfied.
After dragging three more horses out, Nigris asked: "Can you ride a horse?"
Brando responded with shame: "I know how to ride, but I'm not familiar with it. I used to practice on donkeys."
"Okay, then, each of you will take one horse out for practice. If you can practice well, you can leave. If the practice is not good, replace it. After completing the task, these horses will belong to you, and you can treat them as commissions." Nigris said.
The war horses snatched from the Sand Bandits and the Dragon-Slaying Knights have been kept in the Palace of Rest for too long. They eat and sleep when they are full all day long, and there is no space for them to gallop. They have gained weight several times.
If this continues, these war horses will become useless, and we must quickly find a way to give them away or sell them.
"Thank you, sir! We will definitely practice well." Brando responded loudly and excitedly.
A war horse. In the Land of Sinking, a horse is much more precious than a human being. Brando, with all his wealth, cannot afford to buy a war horse.
Wearing Holy Spirit armor, riding strong horses, and happily practicing their riding skills, Brando and the three of them had an elite spirit.
Taking the three genuine paladins, Ange, the fake ascetic, and the god of common sense projected onto him, plus the 'summoned' unicorn lightning, they headed towards the Holy Wall City.
The Holy Wall City is not far away, especially with horses. After a day and a night, you can see the Holy Wall City that seems to be embedded in the mountain wall.
You can see from a distance that a beam of light is launched into the air from the Holy Wall City. It gradually weakens and finally disappears after reaching several hundred meters in the air.
"What is that?" Nigris asked. Now that it was projected on Ange, it was Nigris who was responsible for speaking. Ange only had to keep his face expressionless.
This is consistent with his identity. No one will doubt where the sound came from. The ascetic monk is the kind of image who rarely opens his mouth. The less he speaks, the harder he practices.
"Oh, that's the Stairway of Induction. After contacting the Holy Kingdom, you can use the Stairway of Heaven to connect to the Stairway of Induction, and you can send many people over at once." Brando said.
Understand, it is equivalent to the receiving end of the transmission array.
"What a pity." Nigris sighed.
"Sir, what's such a pity?" Brando asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Nigris responded casually, but he said in his heart: It's a pity that the Kingdom of Heaven will never be connected here again, and any ladder can only be used for show.
Arriving at the gate of the Holy Wall City, Ange took out the funny cat... beast-hunting stick. According to Serena, this stick can guide the location of dimensional beasts.
But unfortunately, this kind of guidance is one-dimensional and one-way, not very intuitive. It can only indicate a general direction, but where it is, you must first go to the corresponding location and then check.
If it goes wrong, its direction will change; if it goes too far, it will point backwards.
Standing where he was about to reach the Holy Wall City, the hunting stick turned a ninety-degree angle and pointed to the left.
After galloping for dozens of miles following the direction, Ange and his party came to a huge settlement.
It can only be described as a settlement, not like a city or a town. Various buildings, tents, and wooden sheds are scattered all over the place, one here and the other, as if there is no planning.
This is the rear area of the Holy Wall City. Humans are blocking the attack of the undead in the Holy Wall City. Here they are responsible for gathering various materials, producing various equipment, repairing armor and weapons, training soldiers, treating the wounded, etc.
This was a plan laid out by humans more than a thousand years ago. However, a thousand years have passed and countless reinforcements have come and gone. The place has long changed.
It's like a room that is never cleaned. It has had countless residents over the past thousand years. Some brought in a few pieces of furniture, some brought in a few sets of quilts, and some brought in a few books. They were all piled together and returned.
If you don't throw it away, it will end up like this.
With the increase in the population of the Sunken Land, it has now become a slum-like place. The poorly clothed poor people lie or lie on the roadside with dull eyes, until Ange comes to them, their faces
Shangcai looked slightly excited and quickly turned over and knelt down, murmuring casually.
The muttering voice was very low and could not be heard clearly. Ange stopped and focused his thoughts on him, and then he could clearly hear what he was saying: "Okay, sir, give me food and health, give me wealth and
Glory, grant that all my thoughts and desires will appear..."
However, this kind of chanting was more like a routine, without any belief at all. From him, Ange could not feel the existence of any belief.
After Ange passed, he turned over and lay down again, chanting: "Hurry up and spread out the holy wafers, hurry up and spread out the holy wafers..."
Holy bread is the relief food given by the church every day. It is made of coarse flour mixed with chaff and baked. It is rough and unpalatable and will scratch your throat, but it can fill you up for five minutes. The poor man's daily state is to lie down and wait.
Rescue, then lie down, wait for rescue, until death...
Along the way, there were many poor people in a similar state. Ange felt that they were not as energetic as the skeleton zombies in Lich City.
Only those young children can have some energy. Even in this environment, there are still many innocent children playing around. When they see Ange coming, they rush to disperse, run away and hide again.
Behind the corner of the pillar, he looked over timidly.
A two- or three-year-old child with a thick neck ran quickly and fell to the ground with a thud. He was so frightened that he started to cry.
A little girl of seven or eight years old quickly rushed out of the nearby shack, ran to Angma, and took a sip hard. Then she dragged the crying child back to the roadside, and quickly looked at Angma.
One glance.
Seeing Ange's expressionless face, the little girl's heart was raised, and she quickly knelt down hard and pressed the child's head while sipping, hoping that he would sip too.
But the two- and three-year-old children were so frightened that they could only cry. They couldn't get enough of it, and the little girl was so anxious that she almost cried: "Kowtow quickly, the adults will be angry, hurry up."
Ange tilted his head and said to Nigris in confusion: "I'm not angry."
Nigris said helplessly: "Maybe your face is too fierce, there is no expression at all. If you want to show that you are not angry, you should smile."
"Oh." Ange continued to be expressionless, but he turned over a piece of beetroot, threw it to the little girl and said, "I'm not angry."
The little girl looked at the fresh and juicy beetroots in front of her, then looked up at the expressionless Ange, in disbelief: "Sir, what did you say?"
In fact, she heard it, but she didn't believe that this sentence was said by the expressionless Ange. She thought she heard it wrong.
"I'm not angry, eat." Ange repeated.
This time she heard it clearly. She looked at Ange with her eyes, carefully reached out to pick up the beetroot, and moved it to her mouth carefully. She looked at Ange in disbelief during the whole process. When she saw that Ange still had no expression, she exerted her strength.
Bite into the beet.
Ange still had no expression, but now she understood that this gentleman might have facial paralysis and that he was really not angry.
Maybe it was the aftermath of the disaster, maybe it was the sweetness of the beetroot, or maybe it was because no one had ever been so kind to her, but the little girl's tears welled up silently.
She chewed the beets vigorously, wiped her tears from her hands, and kowtowed to Ange.
A soul flame emerged from her body and shot directly at Ange.
When he was in Brando's village, Ange gained a lot of soul flames because he performed several miracles. But all those soul flames were directed towards the gods of light and were intercepted by Ange.
Everyone thought he was an ascetic monk from the Church of Light, and everything he displayed was the power of God.
Only this one was dedicated directly to Ange. The object of this little girl's dedication was not the gods of light, but Ange.
Ange nodded to her and continued moving forward.
Nigris cursed in his soul: "It's so miserable. The conditions here are worse than the oasis in the desert. I hope there is at least someone to take care of the oasis. It's like no one is taking care of it. There are many children with swollen necks.
Are these people in the church dead because they are already severely malnourished?"
"Is a swollen neck a disease?" Ange asked puzzledly. He noticed that some children had thick necks and thought it was a racial problem.
"Big neck disease is caused by malnutrition." Negris said.
At this moment, Ange suddenly sensed something. He turned around and looked behind him. They had walked several hundred meters away. Now when he turned around, he saw a tractor-trailer where the little girl was.
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Two attendants in white clothes were arguing with the little girl. One of the attendants reached out and snatched the beetroot from the little girl's hand, picked up two pieces of cake from the bucket of the trolley, and threw it into the little girl's arms.
"Is beetroot even allowed to be eaten by a pariah like you? Go and eat your holy wafer. What is it for adults and villains? Where is the adult? You must have stolen it." One of the attendants cursed and even raised his foot to kick him.
The little girl was so frightened that she quickly hid behind her.
But immediately, the little girl showed a surprised expression and shouted: "Sir!"
When Zhu Cong followed the little girl's gaze, he saw an expressionless ascetic sitting on a grinning unicorn, followed by three elite paladins.
With such a paladin as a follower, this gentleman may really be a ‘big’ person.