Move left, move right, move horizontally, move vertically, move in circles, write... Forget it, it's too difficult, Ange has never written...
The white ghost just raised its two little hands and chased after the holy light. Finally Ange stopped teasing it, and then it let out a sigh of relief, contentedly stood by the holy light, and "roasted" ' Holding his little hand.
Roasted is just an adjective. In fact, it means accepting the radiation of the Holy Light, but not daring to come into direct contact with the Holy Light, otherwise it will not be able to withstand it.
Ange only thought it was funny, but Nigris was confused by it: "Holy...ghost? Zobada, is there such a thing?"
Holy skeletons, Holy Light Corpse Witches, and the like can also be made artificially, but holy ghosts? Who would make such a thing?
A naturally formed sacred ghost, isn't it just like the 'bright' darkness? This unscientific.
Except for this little ghost, the square is still quiet and there is nothing. As time goes by, the whistling sound in the air gradually becomes smaller. Looking up, I see that the hole is gradually shrinking, and it will not be long before it is completely closed. .
After ten minutes of treatment, the diphtheria subsided, the damaged wing membrane healed, and Ange put away the Holy Light.
Oops, this made the little ghost so anxious that he started circling around Ange's hand. Finally, he anxiously picked up Ange's hand and twisted it outward. Maybe he thought that twisting this hand would reward the Holy Spirit. Light it.
However, a ghost couldn't find the strength to twist Ange's hand, and it remained motionless for a long time. In the end, it was so lost that the whole body exuded an aura of frustration.
Ange lit up a finger, and the little ghost jumped directly towards it. Because the holy light on the finger was not strong, it even hugged Ange's finger directly.
It was just a little bit of faint holy light, and it didn't take much effort for Ange to maintain it.
"Ange, bring out two heavily armored zombies and let them move forward." Nigris said.
Two heavily armored zombies were taken out, one was a shield warrior and the other was a swordsman. They carried their two-handed swords and shields respectively, and walked in front of them step by step.
Xia Mara's nose moved, as if she smelled the breath under the armor, and she muttered: "Immortal heretic..."
For a pure saint like her, the instinct to eliminate heretics is engraved in her bones, but there is a voice in her heart desperately telling her: Don't move, otherwise you will die! Don't move, you'll die if you move!
The heavily armored zombie opened the way in front, followed by Ange and Diphtheria. After walking a few steps, they found that Diphtheria walked with his wings between his legs and his buttocks twisted like an old hen, which was very inflexible.
Negris said helplessly: "Take it back, let the dragon walk on the ground, it will be too difficult for it."
The situation here is unknown, so we can't let it fly. Who knows where there are defense towers and the like, so we can blow it up with one shot.
After taking Diphtheria back to the Palace of Rest, only Ange and Shyamala are left here, and of course, the little ghost.
The entire Holy Heaven was deserted. After leaving the Square of the Gods, we walked along the Avenue of Holy Light to the end, and then walked around the surrounding buildings. We couldn't see anything, not even defenses. Two heavily armored zombies were walking away strutting. In front, walking on this holy highway of heaven, there is no holy light to judge them.
"It seems to be really dead. It doesn't even have the function of automatic defense. There is nothing except a layer of barrier membrane. But the membrane is dead, how can it defend against living people?" Negris sighed.
Ange ignored it, but looked back at Xia Mara in confusion. Not long ago, he felt that Xia Mara's mood was constantly fluctuating, and her anger was constantly accumulating, like a brewing active volcano. , is about to reach the edge of explosion.
Sure enough, Xia Mara's eyes were full of anger, and her breath was filled with black anger.
Nigris also noticed it at this time and asked quickly: "What's wrong with you?"
"I want to kill gods." Xia Mara said every word, gritting her teeth and glaring with anger.
Ange subconsciously took two steps away and used the Death Scythe to be on guard.
Shyamala asked angrily: "What are you hiding from?!"
"You want to kill gods." Ange said, he is an immortal god, and he is in the category that Shamara wants to kill.
"It's none of your business, I'm going to kill them all, the gods of light!" Shamara said word by word, as if she had made an oath, and the black holy flames on her body suddenly swelled.
Nigris was a little confused: "Why do you swear such an oath? This is a God-killing oath. It will be very troublesome if you can't complete it."
"They have deceived everyone. There is no heaven and no happiness. This is not a place for living people." Xia Mara raised her hand and pointed to the buildings around her.
"Hiss, if you say so, yes, this is not a world of living people. The gods of light are lying to people. Where are the believers who were led to the kingdom of heaven by people? Where are they?" Shyamala mentioned this, Nigris had a terrifying guess.
In the Holy Book of Light, devout believers will be led to a paradise where the ground is covered with rice and the riverbed is flowing with honey after death. There is no illness, no hunger, and countless handsome men and beauties...
But along the way, there are various buildings, but there are absolutely no rice fields, honey rivers, and nothing else that a living person needs, not even a place to make a fire for cooking.
Is it possible that the rice that is spread all over the ground needs to be chewed alive?
If this is not the Kingdom of Heaven, forget it, but the Square of the Gods, the Avenue of Holy Light, the Dome of Light, everything is exactly as described in the holy scriptures, this is the Kingdom of Heaven.
The question then arises, what about those believers who have been led to the kingdom of heaven?
If they were arranged to go to another place, forget it, but the greater possibility is that there is no such thing as a reception at all, and all the believers have been dealt with by them.
Shyamala was so angry that she even vowed to kill gods. Apparently, she had found the answer.
"Is it your inner voice that told you again? Well, ask me first, what kind of oaths are you making? If the gods of light are gone, how will you kill them? What will you do if you fail to fulfill your oaths?" Negris said .
Whether it is a soul oath or a god-killing oath, there are gains and losses. The soul oath establishes a soul connection and is connected to the king's soul network, so that the king's power can be borrowed at any time.
For example, Orc, who had never learned magic, killed Hemeltus with the help of Ange's power because of his fanatical belief.
Although Hemeltus is relatively weak, he is still a god. Don’t mistake the insect god for a god.
The same goes for the God-killing Oath. It consolidated Xia Mara's belief, resulting in more concentrated divine power and greatly increased strength. However, this came at a price. If the oath was not fulfilled, the consequences would be very serious.
But now that the gods of light are gone, where can Shamara go to fulfill her oath?
Xia Mara said with a strange expression: "Although I appreciate your concern, don't worry, my oath has no expiry date."
"Pfft..." Nigris didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. Looking back, he realized that indeed, there was no deadline in Shyamala's oath, which meant that it didn't matter when it was completed.
"I didn't expect that you, with your delicate features, would learn such a trick." Nigris didn't expect that a pure person like her would be able to do such a trick.
Xia Mara smiled slightly: "The church had this trick many years ago. I just don't bother to use it, but it doesn't matter now."
The last sentence "It doesn't matter" gave Nigris a very sad feeling. In the past, she was only disappointed with the Church of Light, but now, she is disappointed with the entire light.
A fanatical believer became an apostate who swore to kill the gods.
Nigris sighed secretly, not knowing what to say, so he walked in silence until they completed the circle and returned to this end of the Avenue of Holy Light.
This end of the Holy Light Avenue passed through the Square of the Gods, and at the end was a magnificent temple. After walking up the long steps to the entrance, I saw an empty temple entrance with a lone sculpture standing there.
This is a sculpture of an angel of the Holy Spirit, about 1.4 meters tall, with big wings spread out, stepping forward, raising its head to the sky, and pointing diagonally at the sky as if it were carrying something, as if it was about to launch at any time.
Whether it is the expression on the face or the wings behind it, they are all lifelike and detailed, just like the work of a master sculptor.
Similar sculptures can be seen everywhere here. There are sculptures of gods standing around the Square of the Gods. There is nothing surprising about it. The only thing is that this sculpture is a little more detailed and stands at the door, which is a bit blocking the road.
Ange was about to go around the sculpture, but when he passed by it, he suddenly stopped and said hesitantly: "It's real."
"Really? What really?" Negris asked in confusion.
"The real Holy Spirit is petrified." Ange said.
Negris projected his thoughts and penetrated deep into the body of the sculpture. As expected, he could see the distinct structures of flesh, blood, bones, etc. It was impossible for the sculpture to carve out all these internal things.
"It's really real. It's not a stone, but it's petrified? What happened?" Nigris was surprised.
If this is a real Holy Spirit, then with its height and wings, it is at least a six-winged archangel.
The shape of its pair of wings is also consistent with Negris's guess. Angels only have one pair of real wings, whether they are four wings or six wings. The remaining wings are light wings, so they disappear after being petrified.
Why is a six-winged archangel petrified here? Is heaven being invaded? Or is it for other reasons?
This is a six-winged archangel that can fight Rock of Bones.
"It seems to be carrying some kind of weapon. Look around. Are there any weapons nearby?" Nigris said as if he suddenly thought of something.
However, it thought too much. There was nothing all around. Maybe some power was at work. There was not even dust. It was so clean that a scavenger would lose his job if he came here.
Nigris was so angry that he scolded: "Take the sculpture away and take it with you. This kingdom is as poor as a ghost. There are no weapons, equipment, treasures or food. There are only some buildings left that cannot be moved. This trip is a big loss." "
Ange put away the petrified angel.
Continue walking inside and enter the temple.
Finally, something different was discovered in this temple. They were sarcophagi-like things placed in one of the rooms of the temple.
Ange opened a, uh, it was indeed a coffin, and a slender white skeleton lay quietly inside.
Today's God of Knowledge has long since updated his knowledge of this kind of skeleton and recognized it as a holy skeleton at a glance.
"They are all 1.9-meter first-order angels. They are useless." Ange already had thousands of such holy skeletons in his hands, so they were of no use.
Speaking of the holy bones, Negris immediately thought of the holy bones planted in the ground: "By the way, do those holy bones that plant souls have souls that give birth to wisdom?"
Ange shook his head.
"Is it so difficult?" Nigris said disappointedly. It has been almost a year since they left the Abyss of Rest, and thousands of holy corpses have not given birth to a single intelligent soul?
Not only the holy bones, but also the ordinary bones that were planted later, also failed to produce intelligent souls. Is it so difficult to produce intelligent souls?
Then why did Ange pick up two of them casually?
In addition to the holy bones, Ange also found some metal eggs, the size of a fist, with complex holy patterns engraved on the surface.
"Holy Spirit Armor? So many?" There were a bunch of boxes in front of him, each box containing six eggs, a total of twenty boxes, and many boxes were empty.
"One hundred and twenty Holy Spirit Armors, what a big harvest. Put them away quickly, at least you don't have to go back empty-handed." Nigris said happily.
A sculpture of a petrified angel and one hundred and twenty Holy Spirit armors, these were all Ange's gains. In the next few days, Ange searched every corner of the heaven and found nothing else.
"Impossible. Didn't you say that the guy who competed with you for divine power was in a windy plane at night? Isn't it here? Where is the guy who competed with you for divine power? Could it be this little guy?" Nigris looked towards The little ghost on Ange's finger is the only one in the entire heaven that can move.
Of course, it is impossible for a ghost to compete with a false god for divine power even with scales. So who is competing with Xhamala for divine power?
Shyamala shook her head and said affirmatively: "It's here, and it's hiding from us."
"Hide from us? Why are you hiding from us? The guy who can steal your divine power needs to hide from us, shouldn't he jump out and drive us away?" Nigris was surprised.
Xia Mara said doubtfully: "Why not hide? Even if I am ten times stronger, I will still hide if I encounter someone who can break down the barrier."
It makes sense. If you think about it, if you were in his shoes, he would definitely be hiding. Who would dare to confront Jiangu Locke head-on?
"So, the gods of light are definitely not returning. At most, they are reborn, or they are newly born gods. So what should we do now? If it keeps hiding, we can't find it."
The Holy Kingdom is not small. There are nooks and crannies everywhere, and buildings extend in all directions. If a guy deliberately hides, it will be difficult to find him without a thousand or hundreds of people.
Obviously it's impossible to wait here. Let's go back first and think of a solution. But for the time being, we have to wait until the evening when the wind of rest blows to see if there will be any holes.
It was quite boring to wait. Ange looked at the green belt and gardens in the Square of the Gods. His hands itched, so he ran over without saying a word, took out his sickle, and chopped down a big tree in a few strokes.
"I...you...forget it, you want to cut down the garden to grow vegetables, right? What you are cutting down is a sacred tree. Don't waste it after cutting it down, just put it away." Nigris was too angry to say anything. what.
But it’s okay. There are a lot of sacred trees in the garden. Cutting them all down can be considered a gain. Ange can’t even remember them if he doesn’t cut them down. Every plant and tree here is actually quite valuable. If there is nothing, then cut it down. Tree.
"Floor tiles are also quite valuable. If you sell these sacred patterns and this kind of material to Anthony, he will definitely like it. Why don't you dig up some floor tiles as well." Nigris suggested.
Ange worked hard to cut down all the sacred trees, and even dug out some of them with their roots, and moved them into the Palace of Rest to see if they could be planted.
He also dug up a bunch of floor tiles in the Plaza of the Gods, intending to take them back and sell them to Anthony, but as he dug, he discovered that there was something underneath the square.
ps: I searched on the Internet, it’s not cancer, the most common thing is amputation, ah, you’re scaring people one by one.
