The Broken Seal is a very special seal that can seal a complete thing in a broken form.
This is a very useless seal. You can just seal a complete thing. What's the point of sealing a broken thing?
But when it is applied to the Holy Spirit, its original worthlessness becomes an advantage. The Holy Spirit has a very special ability, and one can be reborn by bathing in the Holy Light.
If you split a heart of the Holy Spirit in half, half of it is sealed, and the other half is reborn in the Holy Light, and then wanders around.
If it accidentally dies, hey, there is another half that is sealed. It will grow well. When it grows up, split it into two halves and take it to bathe in the holy light. Then there will be one that can continue to grow. A reborn combat weapon?
The Broken Seal has even taken this issue into consideration. When the Heart of the Holy Spirit is restored, as soon as the button is pulled, the Heart of the Holy Spirit inside will be cut in half, one half will be spit out, and the other half will continue to be sealed, splitting the two Half of this process is omitted.
The only drawback is that the angel reborn with half of the Holy Spirit's heart retains less than half of its combat effectiveness.
Specific to the wise angel Luna, her combat effectiveness after rebirth may not be one-fifth of what she was at her peak, because quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes. Without half of her strength, her combat effectiveness will not be able to cross the line of qualitative changes.
Just like a punch of five hundred kilograms and a fist of one thousand kilograms, hitting a person is definitely not twice as painful.
This is also why Anthony feels that Luna is a bit weak. After all, the six-winged archangel is a being at the level of Strong Bone Locke, and his combat power is comparable to that of a god.
"The recovery is a bit slow. How long will it take to fully recover?" Anthony, who was secretly teleported, gathered around the broken seal and asked as he looked at the heart of the Holy Spirit that was slowly growing under the transparent crystal.
"It will probably take about a month." Nigris estimated the time.
"It's too slow. I'll come back in a month. By the way, why can your Excellency deliver the Ring of Scales? Has Your Excellency mastered the godhead of Libra?" Anthony asked.
He knew the news that Libra was killed by Ange, but he didn't expect that even Libra's ability could be transferred to him. Could it be that you have completely mastered the godhead of the God of Libra?
This is the God of Libra, one of the main gods of light. If you can master it, wouldn't it be easy to steal the faith of light?
"Half, I just grabbed a scale ring. It is said to be able to weigh everything in the world, but I don't know how to weigh it. I haven't seen Ange use it. Maybe it can't be used for farming." Negris arrived.
Anthony said: "I have experienced it and can see the enemy's energy intensity. Sir, can you see my energy intensity?"
Ange turned to look at him and said: "Green."
"Green? What do you mean?" Anthony asked in confusion. He had seen a colorful ribbon before, but he didn't dare to be distracted during the battle and didn't understand what it meant.
"Green, don't pay attention, yellow, be careful, red, very dangerous." Ange arrived.
After some explanations, Nigris and Anthony finally understood what it meant. What Ange saw was also a colorful ribbon, with any color. Some were green, some were blue, and some were orange. Don't care about these.
If it is yellowish, you need to be more vigilant. If it is red, it means it is dangerous and you need to be careful.
In addition to energy intensity, Ange can also see weight, volume, and other data. It is worthy of being the ring of scales that weighs all things.
Putting this ability on Ange is simply useless. It is better to put it on a tailor, who can know what size the customer wears at a glance.
The Heart of the Holy Spirit could not recover for a while, so Anthony had to go back first and come back a month later.
Taking advantage of this free time, Negris tricked three illusion simulation circles in Obanli, Ange himself had two, and arranged the third one for Sava's pharmacy and alchemy laboratory.
Pharmacy and alchemy are the professions that most need this kind of simulated magic circle, so Sawa's eyes gleamed with excitement and she shouted excitedly: "Sir, I will be yours from now on, you can do whatever you want to me! "
…
In the Land of Sinking, Harvey woke up from his deep sleep, raised his hand in front of his eyes, and looked at the ball of holy light in his palm: "Why is this thing getting more and more powerful?"
The fire of public belief in the palm of his hand had grown a lot, and it had already brought a little discomfort to Harvey, waking him up from his deep sleep.
"Do you want to go see the Great Sage?" Harvey felt that this was not going to work and had to find a way to deal with it. He finally got up and came to the entrance of the cave to take a look: "The sun is so hot, forget it, it will never be night again. "
Harvey murmured and turned around, raised his palm and blew on it hard.
Qi, the breath of the soul, quickly froze the flames in the palm of his hand like a line of ice.
…
City of Light, Holy Court, Temple of Holy Light.
Believers often go to the Church, which refers to the Temple of Holy Light in the City of Light. This is the center of power of the Church of Light. It covers an area of dozens of square kilometers and is a self-contained independent city.
The Temple of Holy Light is the center of the City of Light and the place where the Pope resides.
However, under normal circumstances, the Eastern and Western dioceses also have their own temples, which are habitually called the Holy Light Temple, but they will not be written like this in writing. Whenever the Holy Temple appears in writing, it must refer to the Temple of Holy Light.
Pope Gugliani is the owner here. Occasionally, some people call him Giuliani, which is slightly disdainful in pronunciation.
In the corner of the garden of the temple, Guliani was receiving Dyson. Dyson, who was neatly crowned and extremely solemn, followed Guliani in regular clothes, like a little follower.
As Guliani wandered around, he kept saying: "The responsibilities of the Western Parish are very heavy and the situation is very complicated. Various forces are crisscrossed and bordered by the Elf Forest. It is easy to make mistakes if you are not careful."
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely handle it well." Dyson said respectfully, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Wearing a heavy dress and a crown weighing more than ten kilograms on his head, Dyson's neck was about to be crushed.
It is true that his strength allows him to ignore the weight of the costume on his body, but the problem is that following Guliani, he does not dare to use strength and can only rely on his body to carry it.
It's okay to carry it hard, but it will make you sweat. At this moment, he was sweating all over his body and his underwear was soaked.
But Guliani still had nothing to say, and he made some irrelevant remarks. His advice did not look like advice, and his orders did not look like orders. They were no different from the old farmer at the entrance of the village.
Dyson expressed his loyalty while thinking. Guliani could not have deliberately made things difficult for him. There must be something that he could not satisfy His Majesty. As for what? He needs to figure it out.
He had tried it out just now, saying that he would make a large donation and that he could sell out several key positions so that Guliani could install his people, but Guliani changed the subject.
Obviously, my statement failed to capture His Majesty's true concern.
what is it? Dyson thought so hard that his head almost exploded. He realized that he had stayed in the Sunken Land for too long and was somewhat out of touch with the main plane. He didn't even know what His Majesty the Pope really cared about.
Thinking of this, Dyson said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I have stayed in the wilderness of the sunken land for too long, and fought with the brainless undead creatures for too long. My mind has become a little slow, and I don't even know the true interests of the church. Where is it, please remind me."
"You are wrong. Even if you are in the wilderness, you must always bear in mind that the real interests of the church are of course the believers." Guliani arrived.
Dyson thought: Believer? believer? It seems that the problem lies with the believers. What does your Majesty mean? Do you want me to grow my followers?
Impossible, this is what a bishop should do, no need to beat around the bush, just be direct. Do you want me to reduce the number of believers? This would be easy to handle, just a few great plagues and famines would be enough, but what does this mean to him?
After pondering for a while, Dyson thought tentatively: "Believers are like lost lambs. They cannot see clearly the fog ahead and need shepherds to guide them from time to time. I have stayed in the land of sinking for too long, and sometimes I am confused. I hope The Holy See can provide support and mobilize some devout priests to grasp the direction of faith."
Guliani smiled and nodded: "You do need guidance at all times, otherwise you will be like Anthony, deceived by the evil god. You are good, keep a pious heart, don't want Anthony."
Dyson's heart was beating wildly. He understood what Guliani wanted to do, he wanted to steal faith!
And he was already doing it. Guliani looked into his eyes at this moment, and his pupils turned out to be golden, showing it to him unabashedly.
Oh my God, golden pupils, this is at least the sign of a demigod. Guliani already has a demigod body?
Dyson knelt on the ground in fear, his forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to move. Guliani's unabashed display to him meant that he only had two choices left, survival or destruction?
"Please give me your guidance!" Dyson shouted loudly without raising his head.
"Go and lead the believers to the right path." Guliani smiled kindly, and a scepter slowly appeared in his hand.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Dyson responded loudly as he climbed up, and finally noticed the scepter in Guliani's hand: "Huh? The papal scepter? Is this the old papal scepter? Isn't it lost? Where did you find it?”
It's okay not to mention it, but Guliani felt embarrassed: "Well, Anthony offered it."
"Ah? Anthony presented it? Why did he..." Dyson was at a loss. Anthony and the Holy See were almost on the verge of breaking up. Why did he still offer the papal scepter with such great symbolic meaning?
"Alas, I fell into that guy's trap. This is just a piece of shit. He held an exhibition of lost holy objects from the church. I don't know where he collected a lot of lost holy objects from. In the east Touring exhibitions in major cities in the diocese showed that these holy relics are spiritual, and only those who are truly recognized can use them, and then presented the papal scepter to me.”
"When I got it, I saw that it was indeed the papal scepter, but it was mostly rotten and repaired. I couldn't use it. If I didn't use it, it would not be recognized by the scepter. I was so angry."
Guliani's rare erratic jump was completely different from the unabashed Pope's just now.
Dyson suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. He was still being squeezed by Guliani and did not dare to resist, but Anthony had already begun to play with the Pope. Is this the gap?
…
After waiting for a full month, the heart of the Holy Spirit in the broken seal finally recovered.
Anthony, who had received the news early, came to the side and waited to witness the rebirth of the Supreme Holy Spirit, Seraphim Archangel, and Cherubim Luna.
By the way, he was chatting with Negris: "Sir, you should pay attention recently. Dyson has been appointed as the Archbishop of the Western Diocese and has already started to take office. When he integrates the power of the Western Diocese, he will definitely cause trouble for you."
Nigris was dissatisfied: "Why? We don't steal or rob. We just stay in the desert doing business peacefully. What are we doing?"
"I would kill you first, you abyss vagabonds with no roots and money. I've heard rumors in the east. You people in the desert are very rich. Any beauty project costs tens of thousands of demons." Damn it, someone has already offered a reward to find out your details." Anthony had an expression on his face like 'Why didn't you count?'
Then he added: "It was a strange move for you to kill Nicholas. The top management of the Western Diocese is in chaos and has not been able to elect a new bishop, so it is unable to deal with you. However, it has been different after Dyson came to power. This guy He is a powerful person, and although there is no evidence, he must have been the one who assassinated me, not Nikolai."
"Huh huh." Nigris snorted unconvinced and said, "Come on, you are in chaos at the top. Even if he comes to power, integrating the forces will not be completed in a short time."
"No, others can't do it, but Dyson can. He didn't come back from the Sunken Land alone. He brought many powerful men with him. The force of the Sunken Land is recognized as the most powerful among the three major parishes. If you don't do it, I can't even handle him with his little tricks." Anthony said solemnly.
Nigris was a little panicked by him: "What should we do? This is a desert. We are not afraid of him for assassinations. Unless we send troops upstream, we will be in trouble. However, the Silver Knights were destroyed by us. If he comes again, he will definitely have to do it." The organization is more powerful than the Silver Knights, otherwise it would not be able to defeat us. Can he organize so many people in a short period of time?"
Anthony glanced at it: "You underestimate the power of our parish. In fact, it has only been the power of the church that has been targeting you all this time. The church is only good at manipulating people's hearts and not very good at organizing battles. If Dyson can move the human country …”
At this point, Anthony's words were suddenly interrupted by an announcement. After giving permission, a purple-skeletal Titan brought the person over. Shyamala walked in with a shrinking head and asked hesitantly: "Sir, the voice in my heart told me , I should come here, right?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the last bit of the Holy Spirit's heart was restored within the broken seal, and a weak wave spread.
ps: It’s too late to take care of the kids.
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