Coming out of the teleportation array, Monica and Unika felt like they were in a dream.
Not to mention having seen the six-winged archangel, I have never heard of it, or I have only heard of it in legends. Now two of them pop up at once. No wonder some people have always said that the light orthodoxy is on the earth. Isn’t this the orthodoxy of the light church?
?
There have always been disputes between orthodoxy and heresy, and people often accused them, the priests and priests who grew up in the Warlock Alliance, of being heretics, and of being fallen believers who had taken refuge in the evil god.
And they will retort: Hiding in the gutter all day long, unable to even see the light, what qualifications do you have to represent the light?
This matter has been debated for thousands of years. As the control of the Immortal Empire becomes stronger and stronger, the Church of Light on the ground gradually disappears. Now, both sides have begun to think that they are the orthodox ones. After all, you can't do anything on the ground.
Come up with something that represents orthodoxy.
But now...
Monica looked at Ange and the little angel who were retracting their wings into the body, the legendary six-winged archangel, and the Supreme Holy Spirit. If they cannot represent the orthodoxy, then who is the orthodoxy? Could it be that her side represents it, really?
Is it heresy?
As if seeing through the confusion in her heart, a voice sounded beside her: "As long as we yearn for the light, as long as we have a firm belief, no matter we are in hell or abyss, we are all children of the light. Do you believe in the light?"
Monica turned her head and looked, and Anthony, who was dressed in a solemn robe and crown, was looking at her with a loving expression. This expression seemed to have a soothing power, which quickly made Monica calm down.
"I believe it." Monica said firmly.
"Then, the light will bless you, my child." Anthony offered the holy light and gently pressed it on Monica's forehead.
Monica couldn't help but knelt down, shook hands, and began to pray, as if she were facing the loving Father.
The power of Pope Anthony before her was more reassuring than any priest she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but want to reveal everything about herself.
Unika, too, couldn't help but come to Anthony. Anthony stretched out his other hand and looked at her lovingly.
Unica held Anthony's hand and knelt down devoutly.
Negris, who was reflected on Ange, couldn't help but cursed: "This old bastard."
Normally in front of Ange, Anthony couldn't show off his ability to confuse people. Who doesn't know his true identity?
But others are different, especially those believers who have received theological education since childhood. An expression, a word, or an action can make them feel completely different, and they can easily gain trust.
"Light is fighting against the power of darkness. Pray to the God of Equality and Libra. As long as your faith is firm, he can respond to you. After a thousand years of war, the gods have fallen, but as long as the light is still there and the faith is still there, they will all come back.
." Anthony said slowly.
The God of Equality and Libra? She has always prayed to the God of Truth and the God of Light. Can the God of Equality and Libra respond to her?
Doubtful, Monica changed the target of her prayers, but as usual, she didn't get any response.
Ange tilted his head in confusion, and his eyes fell on Unika. He 'heard' Unika's inner voice: "God of Libra, I regret so much. I did something stupid. I shouldn't have rushed out impulsively."
, I almost killed my mother, I was wrong, she is the only relative I have, I don’t want her to be in danger, I hope you will bless her for a long life.”
At the same time, several flame souls threw themselves at Ange from her body.
A hundred years old? Ange tilted his head, as long as he is a hundred years old? If he wants to bless her, she will definitely not die when she is a hundred years old. Should she be killed on time when she is a hundred years old? Ange thought tangledly.
Forget it, equal value is equal, Ange has always been thinking about equal exchange.
Unika's body lit up, and a force was projected onto her.
"I...I...the God of Libra responded...to me." Unica shouted in disbelief.
Anthony quickly glanced at Ange and said kindly: "The God of Libra senses your piety, what did God say?"
Unica looked at Monica in shock, and then at Anthony, as if she couldn't believe the content of the 'God's' response.
The old magician was so experienced in facing this situation that he didn't even need to know what Ange was responding to. He only needed to say vaguely: "Follow God's instructions and do it with your most pious faith."
Unika walked to Monica and knelt down, hesitantly stretched out her fingers, but did not dare to press her mother's face.
Although Monica didn't know what instructions Unica had received, she still nodded towards her daughter to encourage her.
Yunika gritted her teeth and pointed her finger at the tire mark on Monica's face, and a thin red light came out.
Unica opened her mouth wide in shock. Perhaps because of the shock, the red light was interrupted.
"What's wrong?" Monica asked.
"Mother, your birthmark..." Unica took out the mirror and saw that a piece of the birthmark was missing where the red light had touched it.
Monica became excited: "Can you continue?"
Unica calmed down, prayed devoutly, and then released the red light again.
Monica looked in the mirror and watched the red light remove the tire marks on her face bit by bit, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
With excited hearts and trembling hands, until the tire marks on their faces were completely eliminated, Monica and Unika had tears in their eyes and thanked God for their grace.
Anthony curled his lips quietly, it was so easy to fool, don't you think it's strange? A young priest can actually perform magical spells for a long time? How profound is this divine grace?
Even if the God of Libra has a good temper, but he has more than one believer, why does he send so much power to you? Because you are beautiful?
It's a beautiful thought... If the God of Libra wasn't standing next to you, the loss would be negligible, how could there be so much power thrown at you.
Anthony was complaining in his heart, but he did not waste such a good opportunity. He said lovingly: "Yunika has a sincere heart and firm belief. This is God's favor..."
With Anthony's deception and the miracle witnesses, it won't be long before these two priests and priests will be deceived and become lame.
Ange breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling as if a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart, and finally went out after waiting for the price.
Equivalent exchange is the first rule Ange learned. In the past, he was just a vegetable gardening skeleton in the Palace of Rest. All behavioral patterns and knowledge were instilled in him by the lord.
Although it was later proven that the lord was the clone of the king.
As for equal exchange, he learned it from Feilin and has always maintained it. If others donate soul flames, he will give something back.
Although it is not equivalent to going back, there will be no punishment or loss, but it makes Ange very uncomfortable, just like planting a row of rice, but one of them is crooked, making you want to pull it out and plant it again.
It was better now. Ange's obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied, his soul felt at ease, and he ran away.
There was no need for Ange to deceive Monica and others. He went to plant holy mushrooms. Not long after, he suddenly sensed the soul flame dedicated by Monica. Obviously, under Anthony's deception, the great priest devoutly believed in
The God of Libra.
Monica and Unika stayed here for two full days. When they left, they were refreshed, their eyes were tough, and their whole person's energy and spirit were different, as if they were holy warriors setting out to fight.
Contacting the Warlock Alliance through the teleportation array, Monica and the two hugged the two large bags of sacred essence and holy mushroom powder mask that Anthony gave them, and reluctantly teleported away.
Nigris couldn't help but marveled: "What did you tell them? Why is it that it seems like a different person, and you are erasing their memories again?"
"How is it possible that I, Saint Anthony, would use such low-level methods?" Anthony sneered disdainfully.
"Say it as if you haven't used it before." Nigris asked: "Then what did you say?"
"I said, we have sneaked into the Immortal Temple and successfully destroyed the Immortal Temple from the inside. The main temple was destroyed by us decades ago. Now there are not many people on the earth who believe in the Immortal Temple. However, because we have been lurking for too long
, believers have forgotten our reputation, so they are needed to awaken believers’ yearning for light.”
"..." Nigris was silent for a long time, and said somewhat depressedly: "Why do I feel that your rhetoric is very likely to become reality? You don't really want to do this, do you? Put the Temple of the Immortal and the Light together
The church was annexed together?”
"Haha, what is fact? What is falsehood? What is recorded in the classics is fact, and what is erased is false. Hundreds of years later, what I said is fact." Anthony said with a smile.
Obviously, he wanted to use the same historical tampering techniques he used in the main plane again. Nigris said angrily: "I will whisper the truth later and tell everyone what the facts are."
"You want to fight with gods? Master Naige, you may not be able to beat me." Anthony smiled meaningfully.
This made Nigris so depressed that he couldn't beat him again and again, and he couldn't win the scolding: "Zobada, when I get fatter, I will sit on your butt and kill you."
"By the way, where did you go, sir? Where did Duroken go?" Anthony asked, he also wanted to report to Ange.
"The bodies are being dismembered underground." Nigris said angrily.
After arriving in the underground cave, Anthony understood what the so-called "dismemberment" meant. The body of the dracolich that Ange had snatched back was being spread out on the ground.
Ange kept casting facial cleansing spells to activate it. Most of it, which was originally skinny and skinny, had become activated, like a water-filled rubber ball.
Duroken took a saw and cut into the dragon corpse with great difficulty. He used a stick to prop up the cut area to create a large hole leading to the chest.
"Lord Duroken, what are you doing?" Anthony asked in confusion.
"Can't you see? Dismember the body. You came just in time. Take the force and cut it to the heart." Duroken raised the big saw and signaled to Anthony.
Anthony looked down at his white, luxurious and solemn papal suit, and had the urge to turn around and run away.
Putting away his clothes and putting on a set of "farming clothes," Anthony rolled up his trousers and went to work on the big saw.
Nigris complained: "What a good guy, he even has farming clothes. He is professional."
Anthony used his instinct as a black warrior emperor to get familiar with the saw, and then pulled it fiercely to cut. Only when he pulled it did he realize why Duroken was so "struggled". This dragon corpse was too tough.
The skin and flesh of the bast zombie is only a thin layer, but this dragon corpse is like hundreds of layers of skin and flesh superimposed together, with some metalized fascia interspersed in the middle. Anthony can feel it every time he pulls it
The teeth of the big saw are wearing out.
"It's between bast and copper. It's such a big body. No wonder it's so hard. Why cut it open?" Anthony asked.
"Replace the phylactery and see if I can revive it." Duroken refined the phylactery on the side.
Everyone worked together, and the progress was much faster. Soon, after changing three saws, Anthony cut open the skin and flesh in front of the chest, revealing a huge and shriveled heart.
"What does it do to resurrect it? It requires a strong soul to drive it. It is useless for us to resurrect a corpse dragon. Instead, it will attract the attention of the Council of the Undead." Anthony said.
"Of course I'm not resurrecting a corpse dragon, I want to resurrect the Dracolich." Duroken said.
Anthony blinked blankly: "Its soul has dissipated, can it still be resurrected as a lich?"
Liches are intelligent zombies. The only factor that distinguishes zombies from lichs is wisdom. However, the birth of wisdom is too random, and there is no guarantee that every reincarnated corpse can become a lich.
"Of course, but what I hope most is to preserve the memory of my life. You should have many questions that you would like to ask Dracolich." Duroken said.
Anthony cheered up: "Are you sure?"
He has too many problems. If he could capture a high-level executive of the Immortal Empire, he would definitely make him cry.
All his current knowledge of the Immortal Empire was inferred from information collected from all parties, and there was no key information at all.
This led to a very serious consequence. Because he did not have a clear understanding of the strength of the Undead Empire, he could not infer that the Parliament of the Undead had the ability to attack the Warlock Ladder. Fortunately, this attack was the Ladder of the East Nai Peninsula. If he attacked the Ladder of Beifeng City,
, then they will fall into a very passive and dangerous situation.
This is the importance of accurate knowledge.
During this time, he and Yin Coin were working hard to collect information about the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but no matter how much information there was, it was impossible for a dracolich to know more.
"Probably." Duroken shrugged, without making any guarantees. He just said: "I can do it, and it should be okay too. It mainly depends on what the adults do."
Duroken was resurrected through the damaged phylactery. This was a miracle created by Ange. He just had this idea, but he was not sure whether it would succeed.
As he spoke, Duroken put the refined phylactery onto the shriveled heart. Because the heart was too big, the phylacteries were all enlarged. He also adjusted them several times during the process to facilitate
Inlaid on the heart more closely.
Ange poured in the insect ash liquid to purify his face and regenerate himself. After struggling for a long time, there was no reaction.
"Isn't it a failure?" Duroken said: "What went wrong? Even if you can't retain your memory, you can still be reborn. At worst, you will become a corpse dragon."
Just as he was wondering, Du Luoken suddenly felt something. He turned around and saw the dragon corpse staring at him with its eyes open through slits. Then it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit him like a projectile.
The dragon's neck is very flexible and its ejection speed is very fast, just like a snake escaping from its hole.
Duroken was startled. His cloak rolled up around his body and turned into a puff of smoke, but it was obviously too late. The big mask blocked the smoke.
A ray of light shone on the smoke, and Ange's figure flashed in front of Duroken almost instantly, holding up the protective barrier.
Nigris was shocked: "You didn't use a sword?"
Without using a sword, Ange cast Peace Guard Barrier with his bare hands.
He bit the wall with his huge mouth, and more than a dozen of his teeth fell out.
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