Chapter 286 - 188: There’s Something Down Below – 1

Chapter 286: Chapter 188: There’s Something Down Below – 1

Left and right, forward and backward, in a circle, forming a character... Forget it, it’s too difficult – Ange had never done that before...

Thus, the white ghost lifted its two small hands, trailing behind the Holy Light as it floated around. Only when Ange stopped teasing it did it let out a sigh sounding like a soul’s relief. It happily stayed by the Holy Light, ‘toasting’ its little hands.

‘Toasting’ is simply a metaphor; it’s actually absorbing the radiation of the holy light, but it dares not touch the Holy Light directly as it won’t be able to stand it.

Ange found it amusing, but Negris was baffled: “A holy... ghost? Kvada, is there such a thing?”

A Holy Skeleton, Holy Light Corpse Witch, can be man-made. But, a holy ghost? Who would make such a thing?

A naturally-formed Holy Ghost, that is not unlike ‘bright’ darkness. That’s unscientific.

Other than this little ghost, the square remained silent with nothing else around. As time went by, the whistling in the sky gradually quieted down, and upon looking up, one could see the hole closing and would fully closed soon.

After about ten minutes of treatment, White Neck recovered. The damaged wing membrane had healed, and Ange retracted the Holy Light.

Ah, that upset the little ghost who then spun around Ange’s hand. Finally, in desperation, it hugged Ange’s hand, twisting it outwards – probably thinking that doing so would reward it with Holy Light.

But how could a ghost have the strength to twist Ange’s hand? After futile attempts for a while, it became sullen with its entire form radiating despair.

Ange lighted up a finger. The little ghost was immediately invigorated and jumped straight onto it. Because the Holy Light from the finger wasn’t intense, it even directly hugged Ange’s finger.

Indeed, Shamara’s eyes were full of anger, her breath was drawing black fury.

Negris also noticed it promptly and asked urgently, “What’s wrong?”

I, want to slay God,” Shamara articulated each word, fuming with rage and bulging eyes.

Subconsciously, Ange stepped back a few paces and wielded yhe Scythe of Death on guard.

Why are you hiding?!” Shamara asked angrily.

“You want to slay God,” Ange responded. He was the Undead God, falling within the range of what Shamara wanted.

“It’s none of your concern. I want to kill all the Gods of Light!” Shamara uttered word by word, as if taking oath. The black Sacred Flame on her body swelled a bit.

“Why this sudden declaration of such an oath? You know it would be troublesome if the oath to slay God can’t be fulfilled,” Negris was at a loss.

“They have deceived everyone. There is no Heaven, no happiness. This is not a place for the living,” Shamara pointed towards the surrounding buildings.

“Hmm, now that you mention it... this is not a world for the living. The Gods of Light had been deceiving people. Where had the believers who were supposed to be brought to Heaven gone?” Negris was filled with horror-thinking about Shamara’s hint.

In the Holy book of Light, believers of God are promised that after death, they would be beckoned to a Heaven where the ground teems with grains and rivers flow with honey. There will be no disease, no hunger, and it will be home to countless handsome men and beautiful women...

But all along, they had seen various buildings, but not a single grain or honey river was to be found, let alone everything that humans need. There wasn’t even a place for a fire to cook.