Chapter 347: 215 Seems to be Annoyed_2

Chapter 347: Chapter 215 Seems to be Annoyed_2

Dressed in Holy Spirit Armour, riding on robust horses, Brand and his two companions, who were engrossed in their equestrian practice, began to exude a spirit of elite warriors.

Accompanied by three genuine paladins, Ange disguised as an ascetic monk and the God of Knowledge projected upon him, alongside the ‘summoned’ Unicorn Lightning, they all rushed towards the direction of Holy Wall City.

Holy Wall City was not far, especially with the aid of horses, they could see the city, seemingly embedded into a mountain side, after a day and a night’s journey.

From afar, they could see a beam of light launched from within Holy Wall City into mid-air, gradually weakening a few hundred meters above the ground and finally disappearing.

“What is that?” Negris asked. Now being projected onto Ange, Negris undertook the task of communicating, while Ange only needed to maintain an expressionless countenance.

This well matched with his disguise, no one was suspicious about where the voice was coming from, since ascetic monks are known for their reticence – the less they speak, the more devout their asceticism.

“Oh, that’s the Guidance Stairway. Once connected to Heaven, the stairway there would, in turn, link to ours, allowing a large number of people to be transported at once,” explained Brand.

Understood, so it was the receiving side of a teleportation array.

“What a pity,” sighed Negris.

“Sir, what is a pity?” Brand asked, baffled.

“Nothing,” Negris replied casually. He however thought to himself: what a pity that Heaven will never be linked here again, and this Stairway is now merely an ornament.

Upon arriving at the gates of Holy Wall City, Ange took out the Beast-Seeking Stick, according to Serene, this stick could lead them to the location of the Dimension Beast.

Unfortunately, this guidance was planar and unidirectional, not very intuitive, only indicating a rough direction. They had to reach the approximate location to ascertain the exact spot.

If they took a wrong turn, the direction of guidance would change, if they went beyond the location, it would point backward.

Standing where they were about to arrive at Holy Wall City, the Beast-Seeking Stick made a ninety-degree turn, pointing to the left.

Following the indicated direction, Ange and his companions arrived at a massive settlement after a rapid trot of tens of miles.

Only the term settlement could describe it, it did not resemble a town or city. All sorts of buildings, tents, and wooden sheds scattered around, with no obvious plan or design.

This was the back of Holy Wall City, where humans halted the attack of the undead. Here, they concentrated various supplies, produced all kinds of equipment, repaired armours and weapons, trained soldiers, and treated the wounded, among others.

Now she listened properly, her eyes fixed on Ange as she carefully picked up the beetroot and moved it towards her mouth. Throughout this process, she remained in disbelief but seeing Ange still expressionless, she took a bite of the beetroot with gusto.

Ange was still expressionless, but now she understood, this man must have facial paralysis, he’s truly not angry.

Perhaps it was because of her narrow escape, or the sweetness of the beetroot, or perhaps it had been a long time since someone had treated her kindly, the little girl was tearfully touched.

She chewed the beetroot vigorously, wiping her tears with her little hand before nodding towards Ange again.

A Soul Flame rose from within her and shot directly towards Ange.

Back in the village of Brand, Ange had harvested not a few Soul Flames, as he had performed several miracles. But those Soul Flames had all been initially directed towards the Gods of Light and he had just managed to intercept them.

Everyone thought he was an ascetic monk from the Church of Light, and everything he exhibited was the power of God.

But this time was different, the Soul Flame was directed towards Ange. This little girl wasn’t dedicating her belief to the Gods of Light, but to Ange.

Ange nodded at her and continued onwards.

Negris cursed within his soul, “It’s truly appalling. Conditions here are even worse than those in the desert oasis. At least Hope Oasis had human control, but here it seems like nobody is in charge. Many of the children have swollen necks, seriously malnourished; has the church really abandoned these people?”

“Swollen necks, is that a disease?” Ange asked in confusion. He had noticed that some children had rather thick necks and thought it was a characteristic of their race.

“It’s a condition called goitre caused by malnutrition,” Negris explained.

Just then, Ange felt something and looked back. They had already walked several hundred meters away, but looking back, Ange could see a handcart had arrived close to where the little girl stood.

Two attendants dressed in white robes were arguing with the little girl, one of them snatched the beetroot from the girl’s hand, picked two pieces of bread from the bucket in the handcart and tossed it into the girl’s lap.

“Do you really think someone like you deserves to eat beetroot? Go nibble on your holy bread. What’s this about an important person? Where is this important person? You must have stolen this,” one of the attendants berated her, even lifting his foot, ready to kick her. The frightened girl quickly evaded his boot.

A moment later, the girl’s face lit up, and joyfully she shouted, “Sir!”

Following her gaze, they could only see a sneering unicorn carrying the expressionless ascetic monk, followed by three elite paladins.

With such paladins as his attendants, this man might truly be an ‘important person’.