Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 349: 216: Got It, Belongs Here_2

Chapter 349: Chapter 216: Got It, Belongs Here_2
The young knight turned pale upon hearing this. At the same time, two dismal screams echoed from within the crowd and holy flames soared into the sky.

The group of Paladins immediately turned around to leave in fear, but they didn’t really go far. Instead, they dispersed hundreds of meters away to block others coming their way.

“Someone ahead is judging with the Original Sin Shackles. Are you sure you want to go?”

Hearing this, anyone who did not consider themselves absolutely innocent quickly halted their steps.

This resulted in a strange situation where Ange was burning people into ashes, yet none from the Church of Light were seen. Negris felt rather disappointed, having prepared several excuses only to have none of them put to use.

While the Sacred Flame burned, Ange placed his hand on the little girl’s brother’s neck and initiated the removal of his affliction.

This severe form of goiter caused by malnutrition could be easily cured by consuming more seaweed or sea salt. Unfortunately, not only was sea salt unavailable here, but even regular salt was scarce and practically a valuable asset.

In the Goddess of Beauty City, this removal technique would cost tens of thousands of Demon Crystals for only a small portion of the pigment deposits, yet Ange had to remove a large swollen gland from this boy.

And just like that, the size of the boy’s neck visibly reduced.

Upon witnessing this, the awe in the onlookers’ hearts deepened. Several parents with children suffering from the same affliction rushed up to Ange, unable to utter a single word but only bow their heads deeply.

Pure Soul Flames coursed through these parents, except for one thin-faced man, whose eyes were darting around suspiciously.

The Soul Flames offered by these people were not directed at Ange, but he intercepted them nonetheless, not hesitating to return the same amount of energy.

One after another, the children with swollen necks were healed by Ange. Once he reached the thin-faced man, he abruptly said, “You are sinful.”

The thin-faced man jolted in surprise, fearfully raising his head to look at Ange, his whole body went taut.

However, several seconds passed, and no chains sprang up. He heaved a sigh of relief, and bowed his head in delight, “I am not sinful, I am not sinful, hehe.”

Perplexed, Negris asked, “Why didn’t it work? What sin did he commit?”

“This child is not his,” Ange said, pointing at the child in his arms.

“A thief? A child trafficker?” Negris was taken aback, “That’s not an original sin indeed, so the Original Sin Shackles can’t be activated. What do we do? I don’t like the look of him.”

Apparently, there were people in the crowd who knew the thin-faced man and they couldn’t hold back their anger at his gloating, “You damn thief, claiming you’re sinless? You deserve a miserable death! He’s stolen and sold so many kids, sir, he’s a thief who specializes in kidnapping children.”

Still gloating, the thin-faced man retorted, “I have no sin, I have no sin, the Original Sin Shackles proved me innocent, hahaha….”

With a tilt of his head, Ange snatched the child and kicked the man in his chest, causing his chest to cave in and blood to spurt from his mouth. The man flew backward and died before he even hit the ground.

With a thud, the thin-faced man’s body thumped lifelessly onto the ground.

“Uh, wasn’t he sinless? Why did you kill him?” Negris couldn’t help but ask, startled.

Confused, Ange asked, “Am I not allowed to?”

His counter-question jolted Negris awake, “Right, what was I thinking, Kvada, we’re not from the Church of Light. We don’t have to follow their rule of judging before killing, do we?”

This event was giving Negris a sense he wasn’t alone in his illusion, that he was witnessing an Original Sin trial. Even the thief must have had the same illusion, believing that he would be fine if he had no original sins.

What a joke, since when did the Undead God need to declare guilt before killing?

After finishing everything here, Ange turned to leave. The crowd silently parted to make way for him, their eyes burning with admiration. No longer were their faces numb, with that zombie-like look, but instead they were filled with hope and excitement.

Seeing this, Negris couldn’t help but blurt, “What’s going on here? You, a skeleton, performing miracles in the name of the Church of Light, their newly instilled faith would only serve to strengthen the power of the Light.”

Ange shook his head, “I snatched it.”

“What did you snatch?” Negris asked, puzzled. “All you seized was the Soul Flame. Did you also manage to snatch all the believers? Even if you left, their faith will still return to the Light.”

“I snatched it, brought it here.” Ange raised his index finger and the overstuffed Little Ghost securely perched on his finger, gave a long sigh of relief.

Negris thought of an inconceivable possibility, “Are you saying that you managed to snatch their Faith Elemental Force Networks?”

Ange nodded affirmatively.

“How could it be?” After a moment of pause, Negris realized that why should it not be possible? To his belief, it was impossible only because it had never been done before.

But does something that has never been done before mean it is difficult?

Maybe it wasn’t difficult. It’s just that people used to guard it closely, and now that the Gods of Light are all gone, what’s impossible about Ange ripping off a piece of the faith network?

Instead of debating about whether it’s possible or not, better to ask how he did it.

Ange tilted his head, “Always could, Fala, snatched before, no link, but now have it.”

Negris understood. Ange had always had the ability. He had even snatched it from Fala’s followers, but at that time, there was no binding link. Now, there’s the Little Ghost. After binding it to the Little Ghost, this piece of Faith Elemental Force Network would be permanently snatched away.

“Can it really be done this way? The Little Ghost is that incredible? Can it withstand such a massive force?” Negris was astonished.

Ange shook his head, “Can’t, I snatched it.”

“Splutter…..” Negris choked, as if to imply that the Little Ghost would only be an intermediary, and in the end, Ange would still have the upper hand. After all, the Little Ghost couldn’t handle such a huge force. If Ange didn’t snatch it, it would only bloat up until one day it exploded.

After passing through the slum-like assembly, Ange and his team reached a mine.

Although teetering on the brink of starvation, the Abyss plane is a mineral-rich plane. It is rich in magical metal mines, such as Fine Gold Mithril and others. The mine right in front of them was a Magic Crystal Mine.

Without having to go inside the mine, from afar, Ange spotted a big ball of fluff squatting in the cluster of buildings at the mine’s entrance.

A griffin soared into the sky and flew up from that cluster of buildings, heading in the direction of the Central Mountain Range.

“Huh, looks like a Griffin Station, there’s also a teleportation array, plus a Dimension Beast. Is this a transportation hub?” exclaimed Negris. “This complicates things.”

A transportation hub was naturally heavily guarded, just like the world’s transit station, it had twelve guardians, this place was no different.

A towering Soul Tower and more than a dozen Defense Pillars encircled the whole area. Personnel from elite units could be seen entering and exiting from the houses, evidently, there were guards posted there. There were also barbed fences and barricades tightly guarding the area.

Considering the circumstances, how are they going to rescue the Dimension Beast?

Before Ange could devise a reasonable plan, a wave of intense teleportation fluctuations started. The teleportation array burst into brilliant light. Once the light faded, large numbers of people were teleporting over.

This group consisted of Paladins, Swordsmen, Guardians, Clerics, Priests, Saints, Archers. Their skill set was balanced and it was easy to tell that they were a complete combat team.

Aside from these combat professionals, there was also a group of shabbily dressed women. Some were holding mending racks, while others carried laundry buckets, seeming like a group of cloth weaving and laundering maids.

After they were all lined up, they exited the transportation station in order. When they saw Ange and his impressive guards, they all measured them up and then bowed in respect.

Ange tilted his head, he recognized a familiar face among the shabbily dressed women. The woman, noticing him, quickly averted her gaze and disappeared into the crowd. But it was too late, Ange had already seen her.

“Shamara? What is she doing here?” Negris was startled.

“Roar!” The Dimension Beast gave a mournful cry, as its eagerly anticipated savior, within its sight, abandoned it and turned away.