When Anthony arrived at the mercenary guild, countless spectators had already surrounded the tent at the door.
For safety reasons, Anthony's guards first drove the onlookers out of a gap, and then he and Ange walked over and entered the tent.
"Ascetic An, it's Ascetic An. Could it be that the one who cast the Great Resurrection Spell was not Lord Anthony, but Lord Ascetic An? It's very possible, no wonder."
Apparently a large number of people in the crowd had seen 'Ascetic An', and Ange's appearance immediately triggered a large number of whispers.
Negris, who was projected onto Ange, also angrily whispered to Duroken: "What about harvesting faith? It turned out that I asked Ange to do the work. I knew that this Anthony would not do anything that would cause a loss.
"
"Ah? Isn't it a loss?" Du Luoken was a little surprised: "He sold the believers of light to the immortal god. Those who deserve to go to soul prison, uh, they like the burning rack."
Now it was Nigris's turn to be embarrassed: "I just don't like him and I just complained routinely."
There is nothing wrong with it. What Anthony is doing now is the most serious crime in religion. No god can tolerate this kind of behavior. If the gods of light were still there, they would have jumped out and cut Anthony into pieces.
Already.
Of course, Nigris knew that it was just a routine complaint. On the contrary, Ange really ignored Anthony, and he was the first one to worry.
Entering the tent, the other party was already waiting, and President Cage, who came back first, was also there.
The tent is very big, like a large military tent. If it is really crowded, hundreds of people can squeeze in without any problem. However, there are "four people" in the tent now, namely Ange, Anthony, and President Cage.
and a mysterious man covered in a cloak, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
In front of the mysterious man, there is a coffin. It is the kind that is small at both ends and wide in the middle. It is divided into upper and lower parts, and the upper part can be opened.
In addition, there is a bag at the feet of the mysterious man. From the concave and convex shape, it is probably a person.
Anthony looked at the mysterious man for a while and suddenly said: "Long time no see."
The mysterious man was startled and quickly looked himself up and down, thinking that he was exposed somewhere.
But after looking around, I didn't find it. It was wrapped tightly.
Realizing that Anthony might want to deceive him, the mysterious man said angrily: "You are the one who issued the reward. As long as you get Count Hess's head, you can get a chance to be resurrected, right?"
Anthony smiled and said: "Yes, as long as the death does not last more than a day, it will be fine."
"What will happen if you die for more than a day?" the mysterious man said angrily.
"Amnesia? Loss of consciousness? Becoming a madman? A moving corpse?" Anthony spread his hands.
The mysterious man nodded, turned to President Cage and said, "President Cage, you bear witness."
After saying that, he opened the bag at his feet, revealing the horrified face of Count Hess. A noble Earl had been captured alive to receive the reward.
Seeing Anthony, Earl Hess said in horror: "Don't, don't kill me. I'll give you double the reward, double..."
Before he finished speaking, the mysterious man waved his hand gently, and Count Hess's head rolled down. Even the blood fountain that was supposed to spurt out from his neck was slightly suppressed by the mysterious man and turned into a blood fountain.
It will seep out completely and not spray all over the tent.
Anthony curled his lips and muttered: "Six hundred human lives, six hundred souls yearning for light, go to the gods to make amends, and send you to heaven to see them."
He turned to Ange and nodded, then whispered.
Ange tilted his head, then nodded and walked towards the coffin.
The mysterious man looked at Ange, his eyes full of scrutiny and doubt.
When he came to the coffin, Ange opened the upper part, revealing a corpse tightly wrapped in the Holy Shroud. Ange stretched out his hand and poked it. It was hard, but not that hard, but
Like a muscle to the touch.
When I opened the shroud, I saw that it was indeed a corpse, and it was a corpse that had been dead for an unknown number of years. However, unlike ordinary corpses, it had shrunk to a very small extent.
A normal corpse will shrink to one-third of its original weight after drying, unless it is toughened like a zombie lich and can retain about 70% of its original weight.
This corpse has not softened, but it has not shrunk too much. It has a feeling that the body is too strong and cannot shrink.
The corpse vaguely maintained its appearance in life, and was that of a very dignified middle-aged man.
Ange sacrificed the holy light and smeared it on the body, and the body quickly filled up.
When the mysterious man saw this scene, his eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice and said: "Purification technique? Impossible! Redefine it?"
Anthony smiled slightly and did not refute. He had determined the identity of the other party. Since they were all experts, the explanation was meaningless and tantamount to concealment. Anyway, this was a purification technique. As for why it caused such an effect, God has the final right to explain.
As for which god will explain it? Or...Libra? Not convinced? Then, let’s fight between the gods!
As Ange's strength grew, Anthony became more and more confident. In the past, he just wanted to take advantage of the absence of the gods of light to compete for the position of the Pope. Now, he has begun to prepare to seize the right to interpret the oracles.
Ange took out a bottle of nutrient solution and poured it into the corpse's mouth. He took out another bottle and sprinkled it evenly on the skin, while spreading the holy light.
A steady stream of holy light nourished the dry corpse, and the corpse quickly filled up as if filled with water.
The mysterious man watched Ange's movements with more and more shock in his eyes. Any magician who has seen Ange's spellcasting will be shocked involuntarily: Isn't this too long-lasting? Can anyone really last so long?
Of course no one can last that long, except God Himself.
While Ange was activating, he suddenly picked up the Holy Shroud and covered it with his hands. Under the cover of the shroud, he reached into the Palace of Rest, took out something, touched the corpse, and then quickly put it away.
The Holy Shroud blocked all perception and blocked the sight of the mysterious man. The mysterious man suddenly became anxious and turned sideways to look, but he immediately felt a figure flashing in front of him, and Anthony was already blocking him.
"Exclusive secret, please don't read it randomly." Anthony said with a smile.
The mysterious man glared at Anthony and then looked at Ange. He saw that Ange had already put down the Holy Shroud. He hesitated for a moment, probably because he felt that Ange could not do anything bad in such a short period of time. He gritted his teeth and said,
I endured it.
Turning to Anthony, the mysterious man took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask: "How did you recognize me?"
"From your reaction, when I said I haven't seen you for a long time, your first reaction was to see if you were exposed. Obviously, you know me." Anthony said.
The mysterious man suddenly said: "So that's it. It seems that I exposed myself. Anthony, you have the light of wisdom shining through. I hope you can do more things that are beneficial to the light."
"Yes, sir, I will purify the light polluted by the evil god." Anthony smiled slightly and backed away.
On Ange's side, he had just reached the last step. He used the holy light and punched the heart of the corpse - rebirth.
The corpse twitched, took in a large gulp of air, and started breathing on its own, with its heart beating normally.
The mysterious man and Cage both opened their eyes in disbelief.
Anthony explained in a timely manner: "Because the body has been dead for more than a day, we are not responsible for whether it can wake up, whether it can retain the memory of its life, and whether it will become mentally retarded. Please ask President Cage to witness."
President Cage walked to the body, probed and touched it. Just as the blood flowed, the originally dead white skin gradually became rosy. Under the touch, the touch changed from cold to warm. Cage was so surprised that he cried out repeatedly.
Called: "What a miracle, are you really alive? What a miracle."
After confirming that the body was really alive, Cage walked towards Ange, held his chest and saluted: "Mr. An, you have performed a miracle. Lorraine Cage of the Mercenary Guild salutes you."
Ange tilted his head.
Anthony quickly cut in, held Cage's hand, and explained: "Mr. An has been practicing hard for many years and is not good at speaking. I accept your respect on his behalf."
"That's good, that's good." Through the feedback from the strength of Anthony's palm, Cage realized that Anthony understood what he meant and used the name of tribute just to let Mr. An remember his name - Lorraine Kay.
strange.
Anthony was so kind, and Cage naturally responded in kind, whispering: "Sir Anthony, if there is still a place for resurrection, please leave one for me."
Then he walked out of the tent, Cage raised his hands and said excitedly: "Mr. An has shown a miracle, and the reward has been claimed!"
"Wow!" There was an uproar all around. Everyone knew what Cage's words meant, that someone had really been resurrected.
Ange and Anthony walked out of the tent, and the scene suddenly became commotion, and everyone wanted to rush forward.
"Ah-Hili-la-Mami-ah-..." A hymn sounded, soothing everyone's hearts, and the commotion gradually subsided. Anthony waved his hands and walked around in style to appease everyone.
Take Ange and leave.
During this round of tour, Ange gained countless more soul flames.
Returning to his own territory, Nigris couldn't wait to ask: "Who is that guy?"
"Guliani," Anthony said.
"Is it really him? Good guy, who is he going to resurrect?" Nigris asked in shock.
"The body of God, otherwise why wouldn't it care if it wakes up? When someone comes to it, it wakes up." Anthony said.
"Then you are going to resurrect it?" Nigris asked puzzledly.
"It's not like the church only has one god's body. If it doesn't resurrect it, it will use something else. Your Excellency is here, why should you be afraid of a god's body coming?" Anthony laughed.
If he is not resurrected, Anthony's reward will be equivalent to breaking his promise. Compared with his credibility, a god's body is insignificant and a true god is useless. Otherwise, the goddess of salvation would not have her house confiscated.
"That's true, then you asked Ange to point it with the Shadow Staff?" Nigris said.
Speaking of this, Anthony quickly asked Ange: "How is it? Has the Shadow Staff worked?"
Before Ange could speak, Duroken was already shouting unconvinced: "Why, you can't trust my alchemy skills?"
If the Shadow Staff doesn't work, doesn't it mean that Duroken's alchemy has failed? Asking such a question in front of the builder of the World Transfer Station and the designer of the Palace of Rest, doesn't it mean questioning his level? No wonder
Duroken was anxious.
"No, no, I'm just confirming whether I hit the mark. Lord Duroken, you are so powerful. You can even refine your soul into weapons. It's incredible. You are the greatest alchemist in history." Anthony blew a rainbow fart.
.
Duroken was not polite: "You are right. Unfortunately, due to the crystallization of the soul, the Shadow Staff can only be used three times. I used it during the first test, and now I have used it again, leaving only the last time.
, you should use it carefully."
…
Guliani carried the coffin back and placed it in front of the God of Light.
"It's my favorite body. You have your heart." Guang Mian nodded towards Guliani. The flames on the fire slowly dimmed and soon became a handful.
But the body of God in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes.
Guliani reported the situation, but the God of Light projected into the body of God shook his head and said: "This is not a great resurrection technique, they are heretics."
"I also feel weird, especially that ascetic monk An. His power is too pure, and it doesn't look like the real holy light." Guliani said doubtfully.
"Is it too pure? Among the gods, the power of arbitration is the purest. Could it be that he belongs to him? It's time to visit him."
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In the next few days, Ange ran around in various refugee camps, distributing food, performing miracles, harvesting faith, and stealing believers. Wherever he went, the devout believers no longer belonged to the gods of light, and they were all connected to
The little ghost is here.
The constant repetition allowed Ange to return to his most familiar rhythm, sowing, fertilizing, and harvesting. He had repeated this for thousands of years on the farm. If he repeated this, he could harvest all the believers in the entire plane.
Unfortunately, there are only a limited number of believers after all. A few days later, we arrived at the last refugee camp, which was very close to the seaside at the southern tip of the continent. Most of the people who had escaped from the sunken land were resettled along the coast.
So in this refugee camp, many refugees from the Sunken Land were gathered. After escaping from the Sunken Land, they had become refugees. Now they were experiencing famine and had nothing. Seeing Ange's arrival, they were extremely excited.
Ange habitually distributes food and performs miracles. Miracles include two types, one is healing and the other is judgment. Under the shackles of original sin, believers' emotions are often more intense than during treatment.
Seeing the shackles of original sin binding a greedy and gluttonous villain, a group of people couldn't help but cheer. They shouted Ange's name in unison: "Hello, ascetic! Greetings, ascetic!"
"Sir, we have captured an evil witch, please put her to trial."
As they spoke, a girl with her wrists tied was pushed over by them.
Ange tilted his head. There was a strange aura surrounding this girl.