"I'm done...I'm done..." Abbott forced a smile and went to distribute bread to the homeless orphans.
As soon as he walked away, Nigris couldn't help complaining to Ange: "Can you please stop speaking casually? What did you do? You opened your mouth and sealed a saint? You were just a projection, how could you be like that?"
How powerful is it to do such a thing?”
Ange shook his head.
"Okay, I understand, the power does not come from you, but you have invoked these powers. Is it possible that the divine power of light here can also be invoked by your Libra godhead?" Negris muttered.
The power of belief is dedicated by believers, and it will form a network of power of belief. Each believer is a node. Eventually, faith is gathered by the nodes and transmitted to the gods.
To put it bluntly, the so-called godhead is like a buffing circle that receives the power of faith.
The light belief in the main plane will eventually be gathered to the main godhead, and then distributed equally, where will the light belief in this world be gathered?
Thinking of this, Nigris quickly said: "Come on, let's use the magic of light and see if there are any additional changes."
Ange cast the Purification Technique, which was his most proficient light magic...
"Huh?" As soon as the holy light came on, Nigris saw a familiar scene. Some periosteum had grown on the bones of Ange's palm.
Ange was stunned, and so was Negris: "You have become a little angel? Can you use purification to restore your flesh and blood? Could it be that your current skeleton is that of an angel?"
As Nigris spoke, he walked around and took a look behind Ange. He saw that the joints without wings were not the remains of an angel.
"It's strange. Why can't it be restored with the purification technique when it's not a holy skeleton? Is it a new type of holy skeleton?" Negris muttered blankly.
No one stipulates that angels must have wings. This species created by the gods of light can theoretically be without wings.
Just when he wanted Ange to recover his face first, Abbott came back.
He waved goodbye to the homeless orphans with a forced smile, turned around, the expression on his face collapsed, as if he was mourning for his heir, and glanced at Ange with a resentful look, but he did not dare to get angry, so he could only walk by silently.
The holy light is looming, not very conspicuous, and ordinary people may not even be able to see such dim holy light.
Ange also turned around to follow. Among the homeless orphans waving in the distance, a little girl of seven or eight years old ran over quickly and handed Ange a handful of moss. Before Ange could react, she ran back shyly.
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"Hey, grave grass? Is this a gift for you?" Nigris was surprised.
Ange tilted his head, took out a fairy bean, and flicked it to the little girl. The fairy bean flew accurately in front of the little girl.
After the equal exchange, Ange quickly caught up with Abbott. From a distance, he could hear him muttering as he walked: "It's over now, what should I do now? I can't get into the town, and I'm going to starve to death now.
Alas, why did I become a saint when I was in good condition? Although this represents your approval of me, but... alas, I was killed."
Nigris was confused and shouted: "What are you mumbling about? Why can't you enter the town?"
Abbott complained: "The holy power in me can be smelled by undead creatures from hundreds of meters away. How can I enter the town? If I can't enter the town and buy bread, I will starve to death sooner or later."
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There was an unspeakable silence, and then Nigris asked: "Don't tell me that you have never learned how to control divine power?"
"Ah? I haven't learned it. I'm just a tombkeeper, so I can't learn magic, right?" Abbott said hesitantly.
Is there such a rule? Gravekeepers cannot learn divine arts? Does the Church of Light here have such a rule?
To prevent himself from learning the wrong words, Negris did not answer, but said: "What tombkeeper? You are now a saint, a saint, and the divine power in you is the recognition of the gods towards you."
"Ah? Saint? Yes, I am a saint now, not a tombkeeper?" Abbott was stunned for a moment, and then said in despair:
"But at such an old age, can I still learn magical arts well? Divine arts require selecting young and talented children and cultivating them from an early age."
It is now in the form of a book. If it were in the form of a little yellow dragon, Nigris would roll his eyes to the back of his head:
"How good do you want to learn? The Great Prophecy Technique? The Great Prayer Technique? Or the Great Echo Technique? What you need to learn most is not only to restrain your holy power, but not to let yourself shine so that others can find you. You can go into the town to buy bread.
?"
"Uh, yes, sir, is it difficult to learn to restrain the Holy Power?" Abbott realized that he was overthinking and asked awkwardly, scratching his head.
"It's not difficult. Put your hand on the book. Don't use the hand you use to scratch your hair. Use the clean other hand." Nigris said with disgust.
Abbott put his hand on the Book of Brass and immediately felt a stream of information pouring into his mind. He was so excited that he learned a lot in an instant.
"This... this... is that simple?" Abbott looked at the Book of Brass in disbelief, and then looked at Ange in disbelief.
Abbott couldn't wait to follow the method that came into his mind and tried to control the holy power in his body. Soon, the holy light slowly faded away.
Confirming that the instilled information was useful, Abbott quickly knelt down and saluted devoutly: "Thank you, sir, for the gift."
After I finished speaking, I suddenly remembered something, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, sir, I just remembered that my other hand is usually used to clasp my feet. I'm sorry for soiling your book."
Ange immediately felt that the Book of Brass in his hand seemed to be getting bigger, and he was about to jump up and hit someone. However, without the support of Ange's power, the Book of Brass could not become bigger.
Ange quickly cast a purification spell, wiped it on the book, and patted Negris to prevent it from really jumping up. It was now disguised as a book, and it would be exposed if it jumped up and hit someone.
"I'm so angry that I shouldn't teach him anything. This stupid guy deserves to guard his grave for the rest of his life." Although he restrained himself from jumping up, Nigris was still very angry and roared in Ange's soul.
The two changed their clothes and walked for more than an hour before returning to the stone chamber. They saw something going on in the cave from a distance. Albert immediately knelt down and observed carefully for a while before heaving a sigh: "It's to deliver food."
Yes, it’s great, I thought the church had forgotten about me.”
When I got closer, I saw a bone horse parked at the entrance of the cave, and a lich in a cloak looking curiously at the farmland in front of the door.
After a night of tidying up, the originally abandoned farmland has become very orderly, and it looks like it was tidied up by an experienced old farmer.
Nigris couldn't help but ask: "Why are lichs and bone horses delivering food?"
What is going on in this world? The Holy Spirit of the Church of Light is a skeleton, and the person delivering food is a lich. Is this the Church of Light? Or is it the Temple of the Immortal?
Is it possible that they are actually the Temple of the Immortal, but they just gave it the wrong name and called it the Church of Light?
Abbott responded as a matter of course: "Of course it's a lich. Only undead creatures are convenient for long-distance travel. Moreover, lichs don't need to eat. All the food can be delivered, otherwise they would have to eat half of it on the way."
"Then why do you need to send food? Just send some money and you can buy it in your own town?" Nigris said.
"Shhhhhhhh, the tomb keeper cannot contact the outside world casually, otherwise the location of the stone chamber will be easily exposed. It is illegal for me to go out to buy bread, but if I don't go out, I will starve to death. The Lord will forgive me." Abbott muttered.
, a holy seal was drawn on his hand.
Nigris didn't know what to say. Not only did he go out to buy bread, but he also helped several homeless orphans. Now he said it was against the rules. He was such a loyal and dedicated gravekeeper.
Seeing Albert, the lich stood up, took off two large bags of grain from his horse, handed him a small medicine bottle, and then looked at Ange.
Abbott quickly explained Ange's identity to the lich. The lich saluted Ange from a distance, then mounted the bone horse and galloped deep into the desert to the east.
Nigris looked at the medicine bottle in Abbott's hand and suddenly said: "Open it and let me see."
"This?" Abbott opened the bottle and poured out a few pills.
After inspecting it, Nigris sighed secretly: "Have you been injured or had any disease before? You must take a pill every once in a while. Otherwise, your whole body will be itchy and rotten, and you would like to be killed."
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"That's right." Abbott said: "That kind of itching is so uncomfortable, thanks to the holy medicine given by the church, otherwise I would really rather die."
Negris sighed secretly: Is it really the Church of Light, or the vicious Church of Light?
…
For the time being, Ange lived here, reclaiming wasteland, watering and growing vegetables every day, living a fulfilling and satisfying life.
Every half hour, Ange grabs a handful of things, sometimes seeds, sometimes soul crystals, and sometimes equipment.
After this period of observation, Ange found that his soul was growing, or recovering. Originally, the strength of this soul heart should be very high, but after sleeping in the stone chamber for too long, it had shrunk to the point that it almost collapsed.
the point.
After Ange projected over, the power was slowly projected, allowing the soul heart to slowly recover.
However, this recovery speed is too slow, so Ange would grab a handful of soul crystals from time to time and refine them to strengthen his soul.
As the heart of the soul grows, the color of the bones becomes darker and darker, and the strength slowly recovers.
Negris is also puzzled by this phenomenon: "I can understand the shrinking of the soul, but why do the bones degenerate? Is it osteoporosis? Even if there is no soul, the bones will only decay, not degenerate.
ah."
"The only explanation is that there is some force eroding it. Your projection has offset this force, but no external force is found to be eroding it. In other words, this force is not external."
"So, the most likely possibility is that the soul connection between the body and His Majesty's black crystal body leads to its degradation. It is very possible that this body is used to bind the two worlds together and is an escape route left by His Majesty.
, if it really can’t be done, he can still return to his body through soul contact.”
It's a pity that these are all speculations and there is no way to confirm them. What makes him even more angry is that Ange doesn't plan to move anymore. He specializes in growing vegetables there. He grabs a handful of seeds at a time, more than forty times a day, which is enough for him.
Sow the seeds while clearing the land.
Nigris endured it at first, but in the end, Ange actually grabbed a sapling of the World Tree.
"Sabada, do you really plan to grow vegetables here for the rest of your life? We came here to find His Majesty. Only by finding Your Majesty can we know what happened? Why has the world become like this? Find Your Majesty, find Your Majesty!!!"
Nigris shouted unbearably.
Ange hesitantly raised his head and looked at the man-made building in the sky, and then at the crops that had been planted and had sprouted. If he were to leave here, all these crops would surely die without him watering them.
or……
"Don't even think about it! You can't use the quick-death halo. It will take half a year for it to mature naturally. We are not here to grow vegetables! We are not here to grow vegetables! We are not here to grow vegetables!"
As soon as Nigris finished shouting, Ange suddenly raised his head and looked to the west. He saw Albert running back anxiously, rushing into the cave and pulling down a mechanism.
The camouflage mechanism of the stone chamber slowly lowered, sealing the passage leading to the stone chamber. Even if someone entered the cave, they would not find the deeper stone chamber tomb. At most, they would think it was an inhabited cave.
Pulling off the mechanism, Abbott rushed towards Ange, pulling Ange away and running away. As he ran, he said in a hurry: "Hurry, hide quickly. The thieves have robbed Desert Town and are now searching the town."
Those who are on board, there are more than a dozen riding in our direction, please hide quickly."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a thunderous sound of horse hooves.
Abbott's face was ashen: "It's over, it's too late. There is an unobstructed desert ahead. We can't outrun a four-legged horse."
Nigris said: "You cover your mouth and nose first, start."
At first, he said it to Ange. Ange pressed Albert's shoulders and activated the Earth Splitting Technique under his feet. The two of them sank straight into the sand, and soon their heads were submerged.
A dozen thieves crossed the cave and came to the entrance of the cave. When they saw the farmland and the sprouts of quick lettuce at the door, they exclaimed:
"Wow, there are people living in such a remote place? Green vegetables? Oh my god, I haven't seen what green vegetables look like for a month. Why do I eat them every day? The corners of my mouth are bubbling. Quickly, pull out a few and let's make some meat.