Chapter 431: Chapter 257: Red_1
The guard who received the order hurried over, stopping at a distance and spoke quietly, “Hi! Hi! I’m coming over, I’m a guard from the Church of Light’s Western District under Archbishop Dyson, I’m one of you, I’m coming over.”
While speaking, the guard cautiously approached, maintaining the same alertness as when entering a stable, to avoid being kicked.
This particular guard was an experienced one, hence the caution. Holy Spirit Angels can at times be like twitchy horses that would easily send you flying if you came too close.
Just as he was about to enter the circle the Holy Spirit Angels had formed, the outermost Angel turned to look at him as he sensed his approach.
The guard’s heart skipped a beat, he put on a forced smile, “Lord, what are you all doing? Need any help?”
Despite his words, the guard had an ominous feeling. The Holy Spirit Angel had an expressionless face, an empty gaze, just like the dead.
Indeed, a typical Holy Spirit Angel usually wore a deathly expression all the time, but at least there was a glimmer of life in their eyes. But now they seemed truly lifeless.
Upon hearing his words, the Holy Spirit Angels at the outermost circle stepped back and the rest glanced at him before moving aside, gradually opening a path.
The guard was quite astonished. Normally, these Holy Spirit Angels wouldn’t bother with humans, or rather, they wouldn’t acknowledge the existence of mere mortals. Unless you held a divine position, like a divine priest, paladin, bishop, they wouldn’t pay you any heed.
However, before he could express his gratitude, the path that had just opened revealed what the Holy Spirit Angels were surrounding. It was a kind of a launcher with two rails.
At the end of the slider, a spherical magic orb was spinning wildly. The overwhelming magical fluctuations radiating from it were almost unbearable, but they were all concealed by the radiant holy light emanating from a holy crystal beside, producing that sacred glow.
The guard was taken aback for a moment, having not expected this situation. Dozens of Holy Spirit Angels gathered together; it had to be some significant event like the descent of the gods, right?
But they were only surrounding a broken machine. The Holy Light wasn’t emitted by the machine itself, but by the Holy Crystal beside it. Were they simply playing around it?
However, in the next moment, he realized: Was it to assassinate Lord Dyson? But why would they huddle together to assassinate Dyson? Wouldn’t a surprise attack by several tens of Holy Spirit Angels be more effective?
Unfortunately, what he didn’t know was that these were not true Holy Spirit Angels, they were merely skeletons in disguise.
Ange had tried many ways, but couldn’t turn these sacred bones into angel skeletons.
Either he could use his pure Holy Light to restore the sacred bones into skeletons with flesh, or let Little Sky use the impure Holy Light to resurrect them into real Angels.
But the real Angels were uncontrollable and retained their original instinct to attack all heretics.
As for the skeletons with flesh, their strength was only at the level of the Ashbone Skeletons, definitely incapable of casting Holy Light Flash.
Anthony had no choice but to use them as regular skeletons, diverting the attention of the enemies, and covering the true killing move.
Yes, Anthony. Only he could come up with such unexpected and cunning tactics.
The instant the guard realized and attempted to warn the others, the Magic Egg Cannon fired. A magic egg the size of a watermelon smashed into the guard, instantly shattering him. The unstoppable magic egg then struck the distant convoy.
“Ambush!” The convoy’s guards shouted at the top of their voices.
Without a doubt, Anthony’s setup was extremely misleading. A group of dozens of Holy Spirit Angels gathered together, who wouldn’t be curious about what they were doing?
But because they were perceived as Holy Spirit Angels, the opponents couldn’t resort to ‘impolite’ methods of investigation like the Eye of the Wizard. Angering the angels would invite trouble, and being members of the Church of Light, they knew better than anyone how unreasonable these angels can be.
Another louder voice immediately denied it: “I’m not him, I didn’t do it. I’m just a passerby who can’t stand your late-night shouting, don’t talk nonsense.”
Again, Dyson slammed his staff down: “The Lord said!”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
“The Lord said!”
“You are impotent!”
“The Lord said!”
“You’re balding!”
“You are the one who is balding!” Dyson, driven by rage, removed his own crown, revealing his glossy forehead.
Dyson had no choice but to do this. As the Archbishop, he must always wear his crown. If he did not debunk the rumor in time, once it spread, many people would sneak a peek at his head. By then, he would lose all his dignity.
He wasn’t as anxious when they spread rumors about him being impotent, but he couldn’t tolerate rumors about him going bald.
With an Archbishop of the same rank restraining him, Dyson was deemed useless, unable to use any divine techniques.
With the enemy’s strongest force rendered useless, Ange’s side was even more ruthless. From the long hair of the Dimension Beast, a swarm of people poured out.
Inside Dyson’s convoy, someone had summoned an Angel. Its wings spread behind him as it flew up.
A Breath of Death Shockwave swallowed the other party.
A team of Paladins charged with their shields.
More than a dozen Titans with new equipment rushed over.
All the mages gathered together, under the leadership of a Truth Mage, madly converging elements.
Suddenly, all the elements stopped.
“Forbidden... Forbidden Magic Domain! Ais’s Elemental Dead Zone!” The Truth Mage on Dyson’s side turned deathly pale.
Although they were both Truth Mages, the Forbidden Magic Domain was the bane of all mages.
Without magic, they could only engage in close combat. Ange’s side was well-prepared, they rush like a flood, overwhelming everything until they encountered the Wall of Divine Blessing.
Several Paladins formed a human wall, casting the Blessing spell.
Unnoticed by everyone, the armored man who had been following Dyson disappeared at some point.
Just then, Dyson’s chest lit up.
Ange sensed something and looked up, murmuring, “It’s red.”
As he murmured, scales sprouted on his body, rapidly wrapping around him.
PS: This chapter should have been yesterday’s, but I fell into a strange state. It’s like, well, kind of like having my period. I just couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm. I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.