Chapter 130: Chapter 112 Plundering the Power of Holy Light (Two and a Half Chapters)_3
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The Paladins one by one raised their Holy Shields, but it was rather pointless. These Paladins were mostly third and fourth level knights, their abilities far from reaching the level of Made’s group from the Saint’s Edge Army.
What they were facing was an angel-possessed fallen saintess.
Shamara simply swooped down, invoking the Holy Light, and rammed into the leading paladin, knocking him straight off his horse, and sending him crashing to the ground.
The Holy Shield shattered, his armor caved in, and he coughed up blood.
“Holy Light, give it to me,” Shamara said indifferently, reaching out toward the Paladin Captain.
The other Paladins were horrified to see Shamara grab a ball of Holy Light from the Paladin Captain and insert it into her own body. The next moment, her wing, shrouded in black, darkened a few shades.
“She killed the Captain; she stole the Captain’s power,” the remaining Paladins cried out in horror.
Shamara turned her head towards them; her eyes were completely filled with white light. The whites of her eyes couldn’t be seen; there was only a glowing emptiness. Without any expression, she said, “Those who betray the Light, give me your Holy Light.”
As she was about to turn her power towards the others, a beam of light rushed over and lifted a scepter to strike her.
Following the glow, Ange arrived, sending Holy Light missiles flying out in front of him.
Without a word, Shamara turned and fled. As long as she ran fast enough, the missiles wouldn’t be able to catch her.
With wings to aid her flight, Ange couldn’t catch up. He couldn’t summon Lightning or Negris now, and he could only watch helplessly as she vanished into the sky.
The Divine Soul slowly scanned everyone, took a step forward towards Ange, and merged into his body.
The Paladins finally reacted, collectively falling to their knees in homage, “Greetings, sir.”
Everyone had seen the Divine Soul. It was clearly a ‘Holy Soul’ in the guise of a Bishop. Being able to command a bishop-level ‘Holy Soul’ clearly placed this man so high on the hierarchy they couldn’t discern his true position.
Ange simply nodded in response; he then turned to leave. Trying to kill Shamara was an accident; his original goal was to leave as soon as possible. Since they couldn’t reach her anyway, it was time to get out.
Before he could take two steps, the fallen Paladin Captain on the ground coughed and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
When Shamara dove and hit him, his bones broke and muscles ruptured. She had pilfered his power, and yet, miraculously, he hadn’t died on the spot. But he was coughing blood now, death not far off.
“Captain!” The other paladins rushed over with frantic cries, some instinctively looking towards Ange. They were helpless to heal this critical injury.
“Heal him, heal him.” Negris said in Angel s heart: “You are now impersonating a member of the church, you cannot just walk away after seeing an injured comrade. It is not reasonable.”
“Oh,” Ange agreed, and nonchalantly sent out a series of Face Purification Techniques on the Paladin Captain.
With a frequency of three times a second, they landed on the Paladin Captain like a relentless woodpecker, shaking him to his core. After a few dozen times, he suddenly revived and sat up.
“The last glow of life? Captain, are you all right?” Everyone initially thought he was on the brink of death, now suddenly sitting up, they all thought he was experiencing a last surge of vitality before death.
The Paladin Captain was also astonished; feeling his body, aside from the pain from the distorted armor pressing into him, and the disappearance of the Holy Light, he seemed to have made a full recovery.
He stood up and jumped. He was indeed fully recovered. He quickly knelt down in excitement and said, “Thank you, sir, for saving my life.”
“Thank you, sir, for your assistance.” The remaining Paladins’ eyes welled up with admiration as they once again knelt down in reverence.
They had never seen such a critical injury being healed so effortlessly. Even high-level priests or clerics would have to prepare meticulously for a long time to possibly achieve success.
The might of this man in front of them was truly unfathomable.
Fala quickly ran over, followed by all the people from Mara Town and nearby settlements that belonged to the Church of Light. As soon as he saw Ange from afar, he began to pay his respects: “Greetings sir.”
Rushing to Angel s side, Fala respectfully, yet sorrowfully, reported, “Sir, I’ve reported back to the curia about Shamara becoming the fallen Gray Angel. Because of Great Bishop Nikola, all the powers of the Light have been mobilized. Unless Shamara can grow wings, she won’t get away.”
“She… has wings.” Ange replied.
“Cough, cough, Your insight is profound, sir. Even with wings, she cannot escape.” Fala awkwardly replied, feeling a sense of suffocation.
“She…has fallen…can plunder…the Power of Holy Light.” Ange added.
Fala had run fast, so he hadn’t seen the changes behind him. Upon hearing this, he was greatly shocked, “A Fallen Angel? She can plunder the Holy Light?”
“Yes, yes, a fallen angel. The captain’s power was plundered.” Before Ange could speak, the surviving Paladins broke into babble.
Fala’s expression grew serious, “This is new information, we must report back to the curia quickly. However, there is no need to worry. All the forces of the Light have been mobilized, including the Judgement Army. The fallen angel won’t get away.”
If Fala had any sympathy or sorrow for Shamara earlier, he now felt nothing but revulsion after hearing about her ability to steal the power of Holy Light.
Fala’s words, however, left Negris rather worried. The Judgement Army was mobilized as well? The fallen angel might not be able to escape, but neither could Ange! The Judgement Army was specifically for dealing with traitors within the Church. If Ange’s Holy Light couldn’t fool Shamara, it probably wouldn’t fool the Judgement Army either. What to do?
A light flashed in his eyes, and Negris came up with an idea, speaking to Ange: “Ange, how about this?”