Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

This time, Silver Coin returned with Anthony, preparing to ridicule him when Anthony asks to borrow money, and then throw the coins in his face.

Because Anthony has recreated a new body, none of his former possessions remained. The only thing he carried was the bishop’s badge, which was not a space artifact. Therefore, he had no money on him.

Returning bare-handed like this, he would need money to buy food. Would he borrow some sooner or later?

Go ahead, threaten me by holding me by the throat.

But Silver Coin’s hopes were dashed. After Anthony took a walk, he turned from a penniless vagrant into a luxurious archbishop. He wore more than three magic rings on each hand, the gemstones on them as big as dragon’s eyes.

Others might consider it nouveau riche, but Anthony, paired with a high-necked mage’s robe and a big red cape, instantly radiated an aura of majesty and holiness.

If only his bishop’s scepter wasn’t left in the curia. With a shoulder-high scepter, he would not only appear more divine and majestic, but could also smash heads.

Fully outfitted, Anthony fixed his hair and opened his hands towards Silver

Coin, asking: “How is it? Is everything okay?”

“No problem, majestic and holy, handsome,” Silver Coin insincerely commented, then hesitated before asking:

“Why didn’t you return directly to the curia, but made such a large detour here? Didn’t you say you would return to the curia under the protection of the twelve holy angels, ascend to the Papacy, wrestle power from Nikola – the thing he cares most about – then smash his head, and make sure he won’t rest in peace?”

“Right, I did say that, but the Pope is not dead.” Anthony shrugged his hands.

“Ah … this…” That’s right, the Pope hasn’t died yet. Silver Coin was keen on coming back with Anthony thinking that he could latch on to the Pope’s thigh, only to find out now that the Pope hadn’t died? What was all that talk about before?

With the Pope not dead and the position being tenured, there’s no way to ascend to the Papacy, right? Does it mean he has to wait for the Pope to die?

“How could that be? Every day of delay in taking revenge is too late. I’m simply preparing now. I used to worry about the reaction of the Gods of Light, but now I don’t have to concern myself with that. Do you know what the Dark Knight Emperor is most skilled at?” Anthony asked with a smile.

Silver Coin thought for a while and hesitantly said: “Incurring debts? You already owe a million magic crystals, I’ve never seen anyone else rack up such a huge debt on personal credit.”

Anthony’s smile froze on his face and he awkwardly said: “Okay, okay, I know. I might owe everyone else, but I won’t owe Lord Ange anything, don’t worry. What I excel at is not actually these covert operations, but integration, organization, coordinating various forces for my own use.”

After a pause, Anthony’s expression suddenly darkened: “Do you know what’s the most terrifying thing if we lose our God?”

What does he mean? Why did the topic change so fast?

“Without a God, the most terrifying thing would be human nature.” Anthony sighed sadly: “I don’t know how many will die by then.”

“What do you mean?” Silver Coin was completely confused: “Why would people die? Wouldn’t it be nice not to have a God?”

“Honestly, some of you guys in the Church of Light really are not good. Constantly extorting us law-abiding traders, taking what does not belong to them, imposing donations, overwhelming the market. If we don’t donate, they would say our shops are unclean and need prayers of purification, which would take more than ten days. The ones who know better would pay them off, getting it done within a day. It’s so infuriating.” Silver Coin said angrily.

Anthony helplessly said: “Isn’t that human nature? Without the constraints of God, it wouldn’t be this simple. If you calculate from the time when royal authority disappeared, these past thousand years are the most peaceful years on the Prime Material Plane.”

Silver Coin blinked, seeming to understand yet not completely sure. Robbing and forcing purchases are considered good? Then how bad could it get?

“Actually, the real strong ones are more terrifying than gods. The Truth Mage, the Sword of Truth, the God Slayer, and the Chu…”

Just then, Anthony suddenly moved and said, “They are here, okay, get ready, wake them all up.”

These “them” naturally referred to the twelve Holy Spirit Angels.

“Huh? Should I go wake them up? Don’t I need to hide? I’m a Witch.” Silver Coin was stunned, being asked to awaken the angels?

Anthony looked him up and down, “Actually, there’s not a trace of Undead aura on you, at least I can’t sense it. Actually, if you’re worried, you can ask for Lord Ange’s protection, with the Holy Light Guardian, even if someone probes you, they can only see the protection of Holy Light.”

“Is that so? I’ll give it a try?” Silver Coin closed his eyes and murmured: “I’m collecting Lord Ange’s debt, may Lord Ange protect me.”

Anthony furrowed his brow in response. “Is Ange the one who owes a debt or is someone owing Ange? Your words are ambiguous.” What was more infuriating was that this ‘someone else’ was him. Although he had no intentions of defaulting, being constantly reminded of it made him uncomfortable.

Silver Coin said devoutly, “My lord, you will understand my meaning.” Having said that, Silver Coin’s body gradually brightened, enshrouded by a layer of sacred light.

Twelve angels were awakened. They indeed did not see through Silver Coin’s plan. Six in the front and six in the back, they surrounded Anthony and pushed open the great doors, stepping outside.

The large hall outside was filled with high-ranking officials of the Saint’s Edge Army. They were whispering to each other, exchanging information in confusion, as they had all rushed here upon receiving Archbishop Anthony’s orders.

But hadn’t Archbishop Anthony reportedly died? Moreover, wasn’t it the kind of death that left no trace behind? Could someone be impersonating his identity to deceive them?

Most people thought similarly, so they all brought their troops. Outside, they were surrounded by groups of soldiers from the Saint’s Edge Army. With a single command, they could level the place.

However, before that, they all wanted to see who was playing tricks.

But when they saw that two angels were pushing the door open… no, not two, but four… six… twelve…

Twelve angels escorted Anthony out in a line, causing all the high-ranking officials of the Saint’s Edge Army to be dumbfounded, their wide eyes lost in confusion.

Anthony’s expression was solemn, sporting an aura of calm yet formidable authority, entirely different from how he had looked in front of Ange and the others:

“A blasphemer has sided with the Evil God, used the power of the Evil God to

blind the other Gods, and set an ambush for me. I was shattered into pieces,

but with God’s Grace, I resurrected.”

“It’s easy to eliminate the blasphemer, but more followers of the Evil God have infiltrated the church. The god said, ‘Cleanse them. The sacred river cannot be polluted by the Evil God.’ So I’m here, the God said, ‘You’re too old.’ So, I’m a dozen years younger.”

“The god also said, ‘Take the sword of the Holy Light. The power of the Evil God needs to be purified by the Holy Light.’ So, I have brought the sword of the Holy Light, along with the twelve Holy Spirit Angels, and more than three thousand Holy Spirits are preparing.”

“I came here first, away from the center of power, away from the influence of the Evil God. The least polluted people should be here. Will you follow me, eliminate the blasphemers, and purify the power of the Evil God?”

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Among the crowd, Silver Coin spotted Steward Patricia.

She was looking uncertain, her expression changing several times, but Patricia was the first to step forward and kneel on one knee. “Willing to follow the Lord, eliminate the Evil God and cleanse the Light!”

“Willing to follow the Lord, eliminate the Evil God, and cleanse the Light!” With someone taking the lead, and seeing the twelve Holy Spirit Angels and Anthony, who had grown a dozen years younger, the rest of them no longer hesitated and pledged their loyalty one after another.

Easily, Anthony regained command of a vastly organized army with high autonomy.

In the Resting Abyss, unlike Anthony’s smooth progress, Negris was having a tough time because he found the remaining three thousand-plus angel corpses useless.

Even if Ange bestowed souls upon them, these saintly remains would amount to merely over three thousand low-level skeletons without intelligence. They could not cast Holy Light Flash like the Angel Skeletons.

Negris’s envisioned over three thousand moving Holy Light cannons could not be realized.

Rather than that, it would be better to sell all to Anthony.

Ange had already restored the flesh of several angels with spiritual light, but they wandered aimlessly like ordinary skeletons, hiding in holes when the Resting Wind came or taking refuge at the foot of the World Tree.

Sigh, Negris thought, I made it look too simple.

Hearing digging sounds, he turned his head to look and couldn’t help but cover his face. “What are you doing again? You can’t plant angels.”

PS: There were over 800 votes yesterday. I wanted to release ten successive chapters to thank everyone for their votes, but I couldn’t. It takes me six hours to write a chapter, so I’m feeling particularly guilty now, doubled guilt. I can’t even eat. I just had a small hot pot meal, sigh..