Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If this were not Heaven, it would be understandable, but the Square of the Gods, Holy Light Avenue, Light Dome, everything is exactly as described in the Holy Code. This is Heaven.

So where are the believers who were supposed to be led to Heaven?

If they are in another place, it would be fine, but the greater possibility is that there was never any such guidance. All the believers have been processed by them.

Shamara is so angry that she does not hesitate to announce the Oath to Slay God; evidently, she has found the answer.

“Did your inner voice tell you this? Well, you should’ve asked me before making such an oath. What should we do if the Gods of Light are no longer there and you fail to fulfill the oath?” Negris commented.

No matter whether it is a Soul Oath or an Oath to Slay God, both involve a gain and a loss. The Soul Oath establishes a soul contact, and once it’s linked to the king’s Soul Network, you can borrow the king’s power at any time.

For example, Oke who had never learned magic, killed Hermorthos by leveraging Ange’s power due to his fervent faith.

Although Hermorthos was rather ineffective, he was still a god. Don’t underestimate the Insect God like he’s nothing.

The Oath to Slay God is the same, it solidified Shamara’s faith, made her divine power more refined and greatly increased her strength. But it requires a price to pay, and if the oath is not fulfilled, the consequences are very serious.

But now that the Gods of Light are all gone, how can Shamara fulfill her oath?

Shamara looked strange and said, “I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry, my oath has no deadline.”

“Pfft…” Negris almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, thought for a while, and indeed, there was no deadline in Shamara’s oath, which means it doesn’t matter when it is fulfilled.

“Unexpectedly, you, who are gentle and elegant, have also learned such a trick.” Negris didn’t expect such a pure-hearted person like her to use such cunning tricks.

Shamara gave a faint smile, “This trick has been taught in the church for many years. I just looked down upon using it. But now it doesn’t matter.”

The last phrase, ‘now it doesn’t matter,’ gave Negris a heartache. Before, she was just disappointed with the Church of Light, but now, she seemed to be disappointed with the entirety of Light.

A fanatic believer has become a defector who swears to slay God.

Negris sighed silently, not knowing what to say, and they just kept walking in silence until they had completed the large circle and returned to this end of Holy Light Avenue.

At the end of Holy Light Avenue, going through the Square of the Gods, stands a magnificent temple. Climbing the long staircase and arriving at the entrance, you can see a solitary sculpture standing at the vacant entrance of the temple.

It is a sculpture of a Holy Spirit Angel, about one and a half meters high, with wide open wings, taking a stride, looking up the sky and holding something up to the sky as though ready to launch at any moment.

The expressions on the face and the wings at the back are so lifelike, they are brilliant as if sculpted by a master sculptor.

Similar sculptures can be seen everywhere here. There are many sculptures of gods around the Square of the Gods. The only unusual thing about this sculpture is that it’s a little more detailed and placed at the doorway, making it a bit obstructive.

When Ange was about to bypass the sculpture, he suddenly stopped by its side and hesitantly said, “It’s real.”

“Real? What’s real?” Negris asked in confusion.

“A real Holy Spirit, petrified,” Ange replied.

Negris projected her mind into the sculpture’s body and ‘saw’ distinct structures such as flesh and bones. It’s impossible for a sculpture to carve out these internal things.

“Indeed it’s real, it’s not stone and was petrified? What happened?” Negris was shocked.

If this is a real Holy Spirit, then considering its height plus the wings, it is at least a Six-winged Archangel.

And the shape of its pair of wings also confirms Negris’ speculation. Angels only have a pair of True Wings. Whether it’s a four or six-winged angel, the remaining wings are Light Wings, so they disappear after petrification.

Why would a Six-winged Archangel be petrified here? Has Heaven been invaded? Or is there another reason?

This is a Six-winged Archangel who can fight against Steadfast Locke.

“It looks like it was carrying a weapon. Look around to see if there is any weapon nearby.” Negris suddenly suggested.

However, she was overthinking. There was nothing around, not even dust. It was spotlessly clean as if even a street cleaner would lose their job here.

It angered Negris so much that she said, “Take the sculpture away, Kvada. There is nothing valuable in this poor Heaven, no weapons, treasures, or food left, only some immovable buildings. This trip is a total loss.”

Ange took the Petrified Angel with him.

They continued to walk inside, into the temple.

Finally, in this temple, they found something different coffin-like stone boxes set in one of the rooms inside the temple.

Ange lifted one. Ah, it really is a coffin with a slender white skeleton lying quietly inside.

The God of Knowledge today has already updated knowledge about these skeletons, recognizing at a glance that they are sacred bones.

“They are all first-order angels of one meter nine, useless.” Ange already had thousands of such sacred bones, they are useless to him.