Chapter 285: 187 White Ghost_1

Chapter 285: 187 White Ghost_1

Ange looked at the sky and then the ground, hesitant.

Exploring heaven was not his interest. It was impossible to cultivate crops there, it was Negris who wanted to go. Allegedly, the gods may have reincarnated or returned there, and it was essential to eliminate enemies in order to prevent the Church of Light from being reassembled.

But Negris was not there. Ange, accustomed to being pointed at by Negris, would rather go back and cultivate than proceed without Negris’ guidance.

Not only was Negris absent, Little Angel, Little Zombie, Titan Lightning, they were all missing. Only armored swordsmen, shield bearers and zombies along with Petacsi were inside the Temple of Rest. Should he go back and play the pretending game first?

With Ange’s hesitation, Shamara guessed his thoughts and interjected urgently, “I don’t know if the opening was accidental or random. If it was accidental, I don’t know how long we would have to wait for such an opportunity to come again.”

Just as he hesitated, Ange sensed Negris’ projection approaching, and immediately admonished Shamara, “Are you mad? Even the Resting Wind will kill you when it blows.”

“The barrier is broken.”

“Ah? Then hurriedly go back and call someone.”

“It’s too late, the barrier is recovering. I don’t know when it will be open again.” Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

“Kvada, how do you know? Are your eyes made of titanium alloy? Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go up and see what’s going on.”

With the formation of air bubbles by the Air Bubble Stone, it’s very safe for White Neck to fly, and as long as it’s not blowing directly, the Resting Wind is not only harmless, but also reparative to the body.

It quickly flew to the middle section, everyone felt a sense of weightlessness, including White Neck.

They had already encountered this situation in the morning, and White Neck, who was prepared, just slightly turned his body to the side. As soon as the sensation of weightlessness disappeared, it immediately found balance again. However, heaven and earth had already turned upside down. The Resting Abyss became the sky, and the Holy Kingdom became the earth. To get closer to heaven, they needed to fly ‘down’.

At this moment, the gravity of the Resting Abyss disappeared, and what exerted on them now was the gravity of the Holy Kingdom.

Besides the change of gravity, there were no other changes around. The Resting Wind was still blowing fiercely, and White Neck, maintaining its speed, spiraled down.

“Phew, this is amazing. Speaking of that, if we pull a house to the center of the gravity line and balance it, will it hover there... Nevermind, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you. I’ll write to the Republic of Stellaris to discuss this.” Halfway through, Negris realized he had chosen the wrong discussion partners. Ange looked confused, so did Shamara....

He quickly diverted the topic: “This Air Bubble Stone is truly magic. I wonder which plane it’s from. The Prime Material Plane would definitely not produce such an extreme object. Using wind to suppress wind, that’s such a fascinating phenomenon. If we had many such stones, everyone could carry one and strap it to a stick so they could travel in the Resting Wind.”

Boom! The barrier let out a massive sound but remained motionless.

Hearing this noise, Negris realised the trouble, compared to individual bodies, the barrier was too strong, it was simply impossible for humans to break it, just like a dozens feet thick steel city wall.

Only a planar force like the Resting Wind could possibly break it.

“Stop it, take White Neck back as soon as possible, then find a place to shelter from the wind.” Negris shouted loudly.

But looking around, the Light Dome encapsulated the entire Divine Country. The Divine Country was like a city in the dome, if they didn’t break the dome, where could they shelter from the wind?

Ange ignored Negris’s words. The Hand of Locke was raised, joined with another phantom hand of Locke, and transformed!

Shaped into Steadfast Locke, Ange pounded his fist in the weak area of the barrier. However, this was only the beginning. In the next seven seconds, Ange managed to throw sixty-seven punches, forcing a large hole in the barrier.

The already overwhelmed White Neck plunged straight into the hole, and a large amount of Resting Wind also poured in.

White Neck free-fell, its body stiffened and couldn’t move it’s wings. If it hit the ground, it would probably suffer severe fractures all over its body, if not death.

Negris had prepared to resurrect it, hoping that its brain wouldn’t get damaged.

Shamara, who had been standing on its back, spread her wings and pressed her hands on White Neck. The rapidly falling Silver Dragon suddenly became as light as a feather, descending slowly.

In the end, they landed at a huge square the Square of the Gods.

The square was eerily quiet, with no sound, only the howling of the wind pouring in non-stop from the hole in the sky, whistle whistle whistle, like ghosts mourning.

Ange immediately rushed to White Neck’s side, casting the bright Holy Light on it.

It was just wind-rigid fellow, the injuries were not hard to treat, it’s just that White Neck was too large, it would take some time.

Right when Ange was applying Holy Light on White Neck, a white ghost mysteriously appeared from somewhere, it hovered and floated to Ange’s side, stretching out two little hands towards the Holy Light, as if were warming itself by the fire.

A ghost? White? Warming itself by the fire? A series of question marks appear in Ange and Negris’s souls. Ange deliberately moved his hands away, the white ghost hastily floated after him, its small hands always hovering on the edge of the Holy Light.

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