Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 591: Chapter 332 The Purest is Nikola_2

At this point, everyone burst into laughter, the air filled with the atmosphere of joy.

“So, if we have the chance to pinpoint his location, we’ll have Lord Ange take us there so we can come out of hiding and attack him,” said Anthony.

“Isn’t Dyson right there in the camp across from us? I can go over and pay him a visit right now, with Lord Ange disguised as my attendant,” said Copper Hammer.

Anthony shook his head, “No, the one in the camp might not be Dyson. I’ve seen three Dysons with different habitual movements in the Curia. One likes to purse his lips, he doesn’t do it in front of others, but his lips have chronic bite marks.”

“The second one usually steps out with his left foot first, and the third one habitually wrinkles his nose. I suspect he used to have chronic sinusitis, which he has now cured but left behind the habit. I have only observed these three so far, I don’t know if there are a fourth and a fifth.”

Everyone listened in astonishment. How could he observe so much? Luther was unconvinced and asked, “Couldn’t it be the same person? These little movements can all appear in one person.”

Anthony laughed, “Of course, it’s based on observation. Some small movements can occur in the same person, like picking at their feet or sneak peeking at the holy women and nuns, but these three small movements, once one appears, the other two will absolutely not.”

Lisa couldn’t help but exclaim, “No wonder Lord, you were able to become the Archbishop.”

“Hehe, you just have to be attentive…” Anthony modestly replied, but before he could finish, Negris suddenly collapsed beside him.

“Is it… a disconnection?”

After a while, Negris reprojected himself back into his body and said with mixed laughter and tears, “Didn’t you say it was hard to find the real Dyson? Now he’s come to us himself, have Ange take care of him.”

“What? But didn’t Lord go farming?” said Anthony, surprised.

“Yes, Dyson crossed his land and even used the ‘Holy Word Technique’ to ‘greet’ him,” Negris said with a bleak laugh.

Although Dyson clearly used the Holy Word Technique to intimidate him, Ange mistook it for a greeting.

“Could it be a stand-in?” Anthony wondered.

Impossible. While they were all trying to figure it out, their Lord just quietly done it?

“Have you ever seen a stand-in with Divine Fire ignited? He also brought a Divine Bone Skeleton and more than twenty Golden Skeletons, let’s go check it out.”

A group of people rushed to the wilderness a few miles away, where a mess was visible everywhere. Golden skeletons were scattered everywhere, and the skulls of these skeletons, twenty or so Golden Skeleton heads, were gathered to one side in a pile.

The Soul Fire still burned in these skulls, their jaws fluttering rapidly, as if swearing angrily about something.

Because the skulls had been gathered to one side and there were no skeletal bodies nearby to reassemble, they could only futilely open and close their jaws.

One of the skulls propped itself up with its lower jaw, and stubbornly moved forward, scraping a bit at a time.

However, before it could get far, the Little Zombie ran up quickly, picked it up, and threw it back into the pile of skulls.

After rolling around a few times, the skull ended up with the back of its head on the ground. Now, it couldn’t even touch the ground with its jawbone, leaving only its hollow eye sockets to gaze at the sky.

A pristine white skeleton remained intact, but it stunned still, not moving, as if frightened or something.

Big Bone was carrying his own arm bone and chasing Little Angel around: “Help me attach it, help me attach it.”

There was a new pit at the edge of the field, and Ange was tidying it up, pushing the soil over. He had already filled half of the pit.

At the bottom of the pit, Dyson lay in despair. His left shoulder had been crushed by a small hammer, the Life-saving Hammer of the Goddess of Redemption.

His thighs below were crushed by the Dwarf King’s Hammer of Thunder, and the Earth Hammer was heavily pressing on his chest, pinning him to the ground even with the Divine Fire, rendering him immobile.

Only the descendants of Black Mountain Duke could lift the Earth Hammer, so why was this hammer in the hands of a Holy Spirit Angel?

Why was the Life-saving Hammer of the Goddess of Redemption in the hands of the enemy? Why was the Dwarf King’s Hammer of Thunder in the hands of the enemy? Why?

He had asked this question earlier too, and the answer he got was: “Snatched.”

Despite the use of the Divine Fire and the power of God, Dyson had been incapable of withstanding three blows from his enemy. This should not have happened. He had long dreamed of igniting the Divine Fire, but why was he still so weak after lighting it? He was a god, after all.

If the Goddess of Redemption and the God of Balance heard his question, they would certainly sympathize. Even such an old deity was not a match for Ange, what could he who had just ignited the Divine Fire, be classified as?

Possibly hearing his mumblings, the Earth Hammer couldn’t help but ask: “What Divine Fire have you ignited?”

“You…you can talk?”

“I am a spirit, of course, I can talk. Ignorant much? What Divine Fire have you ignited?”

“You…your pressure is…making it hard for me to speak, I…I haven’t awakened the Divine Technique…haven’t defined the Divine Fire yet.”

“Oh, so you’re a newbie god. Do you know who your opponent is? Nevermind, I won’t say it, it would be too crushing. Have you heard about the Undead God?”

Action contradicting his words, the Earth Hammer, who had just stated ‘he won’t tell,’ quietly revealed all of Ange’s titles, which left Dyson utterly disheartened.

The guy he assumed to be a mere farmer was, in fact, a god from the abyss, how unlucky could he get? And to bump into him of all people?

“Is that really Lord Dyson? What’s happened to you? Did a horse stomp on you? How did you end up like this? Should we call a Priest for you? Healthcare in the middle of nowhere is pretty pricey, you know,” a voice gleefully rejoicing over Dyson’s misfortune sounded off, with Anthony’s head popping up from the pit’s edge.

All these years, the Church had developed many businesses to make money, such as some wealthy landlords and businessmen living in the countryside instead of the city.

Then priests and other clergy members with healing abilities could leave the city to provide treatment services on-site, with prices based on distance and danger level.

“Anthony!” Dyson hissed through gritted teeth.

But his anger was of no avail. Dyson’s head was hacked off and taken away by Anthony, who planned God knows what con game.

As for Dyson’s Divine Fire and equipment, they all naturally went to Ange, as well as two storage rings.

Ange used a dispelling technique to get rid of the demonic patterns on the rings and opened the storage space.

The first ring had a standard array of bishop necessities, such as robes, ceremonial garments, seals, badges, and the likes. Even if the space was laid open for inspection, it would simply appear as the storage space of a devoted and incorruptible bishop.

The second ring was different. It had all sorts of odds and ends, and the space was significantly larger, filled with totem columns, masks, bone devices, and soul devices. If you only looked here, you would never imagine that this was the storage space of an Archbishop of Light.

“A lot of these things are quite old. What exactly is Dyson’s background?” Negris ruffled through the space of the second ring, asking with curiosity.

Lisa responded, “Lord Anthony has mentioned that Dyson is likely the head of an inner organization within the Church of Light, the Pyrotheives. Lord Anthony had infiltrated the Pyrotheives in a previous life and knows many of their secrets.”

“Goodness, the Church of Light is riddled with holes without a god. Who would have thought that the leader of a clandestine organization could rise to the rank of Archbishop?” Negris sighed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Um, Lord Anthony did as well. It seems that among the three Archbishops, only Nikola is the genuine one.” Lisa sighed as well.

As a former Light Saintess, it was a bit complicated for her to see the Church fall into such a state.

“Eh? What is this?” Among a pile of assorted objects, Negris uncovered a piece of purple-gold finger bone.

Ange took it and examined it, tilting his head. He removed another fingerbone from the space, and it fit perfectly with the newly acquired one upon putting them together.

This was the one that had been traded from the Dimension Beast. Ange initially thought it was Harvey’s finger bone, could he have been mistaken?

Looking questioningly at the two finger bones, Ange faintly sensed some waves emanating from the bones, seeming to want to erase something from his consciousness.

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