Chapter 588: Chapter 331 God’s Power? Which God?_2
When Dyson spotted the farmer, the farmer detected them in return, looked up at him and then beyond him, his gaze falling on the Divine Bone behind him.
The field was newly reclaimed, with tidy furrows neatly arranged in vertical and horizontal lines. It was clearly the work of an experienced farmer. Considering the scale of the field, it would have taken more than a day or two to accomplish.
Seeing this, Dyson breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t a trap laid for them but a real farmer at work.
Dyson glanced, then stopped paying attention. A humble farmer and the honorable Archbishop eyeing him, both were to his honor.
Yet, the farmer kept staring at him, or rather, at the Divine Bone behind him. It was wrapped tightly from head to toe; Dyson wondered what the farmer could possibly see.
Perhaps because it was wrapped so tightly that it incited the farmer’s curiosity? Nevermind, a minor punishment, “Fear!” he exclaimed
The simplest one-word Holy Word Technique, fell upon the farmer as Dyson spoke it.
However, the expected screams or fright didn’t occur. The farmer tilted his head, his gaze finally returned to Dyson.
Dyson frowned, a feeling of familiarity arising in him. That gaze, where had he seen it before?
At that moment, an armored figure came from a distance, retreating with both hands in fists and waist bent. As it moved, it left a straight furrow in its wake.
Dyson’s mouth unconsciously opened in surprise. What the hell, using Soul Armor to cultivate fields? Isn’t that luxurious? Hold on, this Soul Armor looks familiar, where has he seen it before?
Dyson quickly got the answer when a Holy Spirit Angel carrying a bucket flew over.
Ange’s ambush on Dyson had taken place at night, in complete darkness. They had not clearly seen each other’s faces, only sensing each other’s presence which was hardly noticeable before a fight.
However, the practiced gaze, the familiar armor, and the familiar Holy Spirit Angel, instantly brought back Dyson the scene from that day. He screamed in fright, “Assassin! It’s you all!?”
Ange felt puzzled and tilted his head. He was actively tilling the land here, how did he become an assassin?
When all the five major powers of the dimensional security conference conspired to assassinate Dyson, one of them, the Dwarven Army, was a collaborator. Ange, the farming skeleton didn’t have to do anything, just watching them scroll would do
Would Ange waste time watching them fight? Of course not, he just happened to see a wasteland on his way, which was perfect for farming. So he brought Little Zombie and Little Angel here.
While tilling half of the land, two beings came up, one human and one non-human. The non-human possessed an unmasked, mighty soul.
Ange had encountered the third strongest soul. The strongest was Harvey, the second was the Great Sage and the soul in front of him was third.
While puzzled, the human suddenly used a Holy Word Technique on him?
Why is it a ‘question mark’? Because Ange didn’t feel any damage, so he doubted whether the other party was greeting him. However, the presence carried by this Holy Word Technique felt familiar, where had he seen it?
Calling Little Zombie and Little Angel over, he quickly realized who it was after gesturing to Dyson, “Dyson!”
“As expected, it’s you guys! How did you know I would pass by here? There’s a traitor!” Dyson stomped his foot in anger, pounded his chest forcefully and shouted to the Divine Bone, “Kill them, they are assassins.”
They’ve put in a lot of effort to assassinate him. From cultivating land, hauling water, digging furrows… almost fooled him.
He was furious that his enemies had calmly laid out so many things. He never thought that they were merely farming.
As he banged his chest, it seemed as if something broke. A stream of light began to flow from his chest, quickly enveloping his entire body and transforming into the dignified robe of an Archbishop. A scepter also appeared.
As soon as the scepter appeared, he saw the armored man push forward with his hands, which were covering a hoe. His body’s Breath of Death then surged.
Dyson felt an ominous feeling, immediately planted the scepter into the ground, his body’s Holy Light surged, and a black light shone on him – Breath of Death Shockwave.
Little Zombie and Little Angel had picked up bad habits. Whenever they encountered a powerful enemy, they would start with their strongest attack.
The black light revealed a battered Dyson. His once-imposing robe was now tattered and looked as if it would shatter at any moment. Half of the hair and eyebrows on his body had been burnt off, still smoking and causing continuous damage.
Holy Light caused additional damage to the Undead while Breath of Death did the same to the users of Light Techniques.
Dyson frantically patted the smoking areas of his body, extinguishing the infiltration of the Breath of Death, and yelled at the Divine Bone, “Quickly attack, kill them, they are the minions of the God of the Forgotten, attack now.”
The Divine Bone, puzzled, tilted its head. This situation had somewhat exceeded its cognitive abilities. Was the one who used the Breath of Death Shockwave an enemy?
Nevermind, he didn’t want to think about it. Anyway, the King’s command was to help him, so he should listen to him.
The Divine Bone bent its body, its soul roaring.
The roar of the soul turned into waves of shock that spread forward. The insects and such on the ground were all blown to pieces, but it was immediately interrupted by a beam of light.
Little Angel spread his True Wings and transformed them into Light Wings. Stretching his four wings forward, he pushed – Holy Light Flash.