Chapter 335: 209: The Broken Heart of the Holy Spirit_3

As the Undead said, the situation now was completely different from before. If he could kill Anthony now, not only would Guliani not blame him, but he would also be commended greatly.

“Of course we should support it. Everyone is responsible for eliminating Anthony. This church schismatic traitor should be bound to the fire execution frame and burned to death with the sacred flame,” the Undead indignantly stated. However, his words lacked persuasiveness when combined with its form shrouded beneath a shadowy cloak, enveloped by a dark aura. If there was a sacred flame, it should be the first to get burnt.

“But well...” The Undead’s tone shifted, “Anthony does have a cluster of Holy Spirit Angels by his side. Do you think Anthony can fully control these Holy Spirits? If a higher-ranked Holy Spirit appears, will these lower-level Spirits obey it?”

Dyson asked puzzledly, “What higher rank? How high can it get? Even the four-winged Spirit is quite simple-minded and only knows how to emit Holy Light flashes. What use does it have?”

“Hehe, what if it’s a six-winged Wisdom Angel?” The Undead chuckled, extracting a box from its bosom.

Dyson’s expression grew stern. The box’s lid was made of transparent crystal. Looking inside it through the crystal, a large piece of the Heart of the Holy Spirit lay quietly within.

Half of it? Dyson raised his head in confusion, looking at the Undead.

Shortly after, a man, a dragon, a horse, a skeleton, an angel, a zombie, and a stunning woman stepped out of the fluffy fur in succession.

After everyone had exited, the large cat whooshed back into place, and the dimensional rift disappeared. It had covertly moved Ange and the others, making sure not to be detected by the church people.

Negris looked around and couldn’t help but curse, “Kvada, with so many locations to choose from, why did you choose this one?!”

Serene asked puzzled, “Isn’t this what you demanded? A non-farming field, not a plain, not a fertile land, which is why this area was selected as the teleportation site.”

“Kvada! Aren’t those fields too? Even if they’re abandoned fields, they are still fields. How can we cross them now? Someone is unable to walk across it!” Before Negris finished, he saw Ange excitedly rush out.

Ahead of them lay a parched and barren field that lacked water and had not sprouted a single blade of grass.

“But, but, it’s not just lacking water, it has been deserted for so long, how can it still count as a field?” Serene was confounded by Negris’s beration. Even though Ange loved farming, there’s no way to plant anything without water.