Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“She is indeed mentally ill! Why is this happening? Heaven has already ceased to exist, why can she still possess the Holy Spirit Angel? And why a Gray Angel? Is she fallen? A Fallen Believer?” Negris shrieked.

Ange extracted his own small scythe, the one he had used for more than a thousand years. Because the dungeon was cramped, he could not physically wield his Scythe of Death, and was forced to use his smaller scythe.

Nonetheless, the Scythe of Death was in essence a projection of his small scythe, it was simply another form of it.

Summoning his small scythe and Soul Armor, the dark silhouette of the armor was hidden beneath the straw hat, all transformations seamlessly taking place beneath the disguise of a scarecrow.

Shamara could not see, she could only sense an increasing aura of the soul, which caused her to frown in confusion.

“The Holy Spirit is gone, how can you, perform the Holy Spirit Possession?” Ange asked while invoking his Soul Armor.

“I made it.” Shamara casually replied, then she launched a palm strike, the Holy

Light congealing into a blade on her palm, aiming right at Angel s neck, “Holy Light, give it to me.”

Shamara’s casual remark staggered Negris. She made it? She created a Holy Spirit!?

What does this signify? What does it mean? Holy Spirits were created by Gods. If she could create one, it means she has usurped a portion of Divine Power, imprinting her will onto it.

My God! What can steal Divine Power? A false God! Is she attempting to become a false God?

Ange hooked aside the energy blade with his scythe.

Shamara condensed another light blade with her right hand and launched another stroke. Ange deflected this blade as well, the two of them performing a repeated cycle of attacks and defenses, energy and scythe colliding with resounding echoes.

Shamara did not seem to have received any martial training, but it was evident  she had chopped some vegetables in the kitchen before. Her double blade movements resembled the act of mincing meat.

Of course, Ange was no less skilled. His scythe, honed through years of cutting grass and harvesting crops, could intercept the energy blades accurately. The echoes from the clashing energies rung continuously.

Though their movements did not vary much, the effects were outstanding and striking, with the scattered remnants of energy causing the dungeon to rumble incessantly.

Their clash intrigued Fala and the Paladins guarding outside, who came down to take a look. All of them were dumbfounded.

“A Gray Angel? My goodness, the legendary Gray Angel. Shamara has fallen.” Fala cried out in heartache.

Shamara, who was matching blows with Ange, turned her icy gaze upon them. Her eyes, radiating with Holy Light, coldly and imposingly declared,

“The fallen ones, are you, those who have abandoned the Holy Light. You are like lost lambs, and ahead of you, lies a dark abyss. The Lord said, ‘Kill the leading lamb, it will guide the flock into the abyss…’.”

Murmuring her chants, Shamara abandoned Ange and lunged toward the exit.

The iron gate of the dungeon had been locked. With the Holy Light wrapped around her, Shamara charged headlong into it. The arm-thick metal bars were instantly bent out of shape by her.

Fala gasped, scrambling towards the staircase shouting, “Be on guard! Shamara has fallen, be on guard!”

The remaining Paladins, assigned to prison duty, had no choice but to unsheathe their longswords. Seeing the arm-thick metal bars twisted, however, sent chills down their spines. Is this still human?

No one could have predicted that Shamara would fall, much less imprison her into the dungeon. Essentially, they were imprisoning a frail woman, once devoid of Holy Spirit Possession. The arm-thick bars were definitely high-grade, capable of holding even a bear.

Who could have guessed, a frail woman could suddenly perform Holy Spirit

Possession again? This should have been a good thing. You can possess the Holy Spirit, making you the Holy Maiden again, we could have released you instantly.

Who could have guessed, the spirit that possessed her this time was the legendary Gray Angel, a sign of falling from grace. Now, this fallen Holy Maiden was suggesting that they are the fallen ones, the ones who had abandoned the Holy Light, the lost lambs?

Lost lambs they might be, but what’s with the strength that rivalled that of a bear? Normal Holy Spirit Possessions don’t grant this kind of power, do they?

Shamara staggered back two steps, then rushed forward again, crashing into the iron gate. This time, the bars could not handle the stress and broke. Then, she pried open the broken bars and squeezed her way out.

However, a disturbance behind her forced her to turn back, just in time to see a luminous silhouette emerge from Angel s body.

In reality, Shamara shouldn’t have left Ange alone, nor create distance between them. If not, she would have witnessed the power of the Magic Turret. However, before that could happen, a light projection appeared from his body, positioning defensively in front of him.

The Divine Soul of Mystical Warrior Anthony.

Under normal circumstances, Mystical Warriors would typically project a dark silhouette, radiating an aura of death. But Anthony’s Divine Soul was different.

The light projection was pure and dignified, attired in solemn robes, wearing a high-collar hat. From the outline, one can tell it was the attire befitting the title of a bishop. More importantly, the light projection was holding a bishop’s staff; its form alone radiated immense holiness.

The Divine Soul reveals the most familiar image of a Mystical Warrior. For more than a thousand years, Anthony was most familiar with this image, always maintaining a stern expression in public, exuding dignity and holiness.

“Ah!? It’s the Bishop! The Bishop!” The light projection obscured the face, only a vague impression of the outline could be discerned, and since this was the Western District, not many people knew Anthony, so it was difficult to distinguish him in the form of a light projection..