Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 677: Chapter 375 – 30,000 Sorrow Angels_1

Just as Durken had simulated with sand and gravel, it was ‘thin and elongated’, stretching out further than the eye could see, as if reaching to the end of the void.

There was no light in the void, if not for the vibration released by the big cat, they would need to be very close and use their souls to visualize its existence, but it was so “thin” that they could easily overlook it.

They all looked at each other and saw the same idea in each other’s eyes: Shall we go take a look?

But before they could act, Anthony suddenly stopped and seemed to listen carefully, his face progressively darkening with anger. Finally, he turned to everyone and said: “The God of Arbitration is slaughtering people on Earth.”

Negris, using the wisdom of his God of Knowledge, could not figure out how the God of Arbitration would solve this problem as it was a kind-hearted Bronze Dragon.

But, to the God of Arbitration, the solution was simple—obliterate them all, he called it—Doomsday Judgement!

“Lost lambs, lost in the fog, sunk in lies, your eyes, deceived by falsehood, can no longer see the truth. The light will be blocked by your false pretenses. Destroy, this tainted world! Destroy, you foolish lambs!”

Following the words of the Arbitration, the remaining seventy-plus Arbitration Angels and Judgment Angels scattered like fireworks and started to wield their swords against the people below.

This was a one-sided massacre. All the people below were devout worshippers and clergy who utilized the power of the Holy Light.

And the God of Arbitration specialized in restraining heresy. His angels found it easier to judge their own kind versus outsiders, it was as if they were casting a beginner level Fireball Technique in front of an Arcane Magician, where they would easily lose control of the elements.

Upon counterattacking the angels, the clergy discovered that their power could not harm the opposition. Their Holy Shield was split open by a sword, their Divine Arts ignored by the opposition, and even their Holy Blessings could not fend off the attacks of the angels.

Some began to frantically rip open their Teleportation Scrolls in an attempt to flee.

However, the moment the vibrations from the scroll began to ripple out, the giant golden figure in the sky immediately turned its gaze. A Sacred Flame spewed from the ground, and the scroll along with its user were incinerated to ashes.

Others mounted their steeds in panic, attempting to flee. But soon, a burst of Holy Light pierced through their heads like a meteor.

Some simply bolted, using their own Holy Power to escape into the distance.

The Arbitration shifted his gaze, and the Holy Power around those people disappeared instantly.

This was a one-sided massacre. Under the eyes of the Arbitration, these devout worshippers and clergy could no longer use their Holy Power.

Until…

“Master Ange! Empower me!” A loud roar echoed, and a burst of Holy Light exploded, slashing through an Arbitration Angel like a large sword.

The Arbitration Angel was taken off guard. It was accustomed to the Holy Light being unable to harm it, until the Holy Light fell upon it.

The Arbitration Angel was sent flying, rolling into the mud. As it tried to stand up without showing any emotions, several Paladins pounced on it and chopped it to death.

The Paladins were among the few who could fight back. Although their Holy Power couldn’t harm the angels, they still had their swords and could hurt the angels by hacking them with brute force.

After chopping the angel to pieces, the Paladin looked back at the one who shouted “Master Ange” and cried out, “What strength is that?”

“Master Ange! Ascetic Monk An!” roared old Priest Fala.

Fala could never have imagined that the result of their infiltration would be facing such a massacre.

After Fala was tainted by Shamara, he became one of the Fallen People. During the insect calamity, he was forced to flee into the desert and later arrived at the Goddess of Beauty City. Barely settling down, Anthony founded the Fallen Legion and summoned these former clergy members again.

Fala, who had changed his faith to the Undead Beauty God, had to adjust his faith once again to adapt to the new situation.

Luckily, the power of the Undead Beauty Ang was too pure, and the seamless switching of forces did not cause any impact. Instead, it was once polluted and transformed into the Power of Fall, but now it has returned to the pure Holy Light.

Anthony would not miss the grand event like Heaven’s Arrival, and immediately dispatched several of his men to blend into the swamp. These people were divided into several teams, there was no correlation between them, they were not aware of each other’s existence, and even had Black Warriors among them.

Polk was lurking in a distant swamp. The humid, dark and decaying swamp was the best hiding place for Black Warriors, so much so that even the God of Arbitration did not detect their presence.

The situation here was reported to Anthony by Polk via Soul Contact.

The people Anthony had planted were being slaughtered, and in a panic, Fala shouted the name of Ange.

Arbitration Angels could be indifferent to Holy Light, but they could not ignore the power of Ange.

They didn’t know who Master Ange was, but everyone was familiar with the name Ascetic Monk An. In recent months, Ascetic Monk An had become the most prominent name in the church.@@novelbin@@

They used to think that ascetic monks were masochistic fools who never made any progress in their penance. Now, with the advent of Ascetic Monk An, people saw what an ascetic monk could do.

The Great Wishing Spell!

Turning grain directly into bread, such a miraculous power. Just with that alone, Ascetic Monk An was entitled to become a hot candidate for the Pope.

If he could turn things into bread, could he also turn them into Magic Crystal Coins? Elf beauties? Treasures from all worlds?

But it seems like Lord Anthony was not interested in the power of the Pope. Instead, he stood by Anthony’s side at all times. This also led to a steady increase in Anthony’s prestige, riding on the coattails of Lord Anthony’s popularity.