Chapter 633: Chapter 352 Who Dares to Arrest Me _3
Anthony teleported over first to confirm the safety, then let Ange, Little Angel, and Luther teleport. Everyone else was stashed inside the Resting Camp.
“Can the four of you handle it? I have no idea how many people Giuliani has arranged to assist Dyson. If there are too many, Ange may not be able to cope without transforming,” Negris conveyed, worriedly.
“We’ll do our best. If things get out of hand, I’ll transform and release you guys. Afterwards, we’ll just kill everyone and that’s it,” Anthony stated, resorting to brute-force logic – ‘once everybody who knows the secret is dead, no one will know the secret.’
He then beckoned Dyson: “Come and meet the Undead God, present your soul to the Undead God and you will be granted his protection.”
“Undead God!? You? Aren’t you Ascetic Monk An?” Dyson’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He had only betrayed the Pope, why now does he suddenly need to offer his soul to the Undead God?
“Correct, I am also the one who has inherited powers from both the God of Balance and the Undead God.” He then whispered to Ange: “Master, show him the Ring of Balance.”
Ange took his hand out of his spatial bag, flashed the Ring of Balance, and then put his hand back in.
“This…this…this…” Dyson stuttered, unable to articulate his words.
Anthony smiled faintly, “You don’t have a choice. From the moment you covered up Dyson’s head, you’ve had no other choices. The Undead God, or the God of Balance- choose one.”
With a mournful expression, Dyson stated, “So, it’s the God of Balance. I offer Dyson everything and hope your glory will illuminate darkness.”
Indeed, he had no choice. From the moment he decided to impersonate Dyson, there were no other options. But why was it suddenly when he had merely betrayed the Pope?
That Anthony, the treacherous swindler…
Ange received Dyson’s Soul Flame and began to summon beings from his spatial bag- Four-winged angels, two-winged angels, and Second-Order angels… one after another.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, Ange summoned a Third Order Four-winged Angel, along with fifty Second Order Two-Winged Angels.
Additionally, with Little Angel being fourth order, the room suddenly filled up with Holy Spirit Angels.
Negris, taken aback, asked, “Did you resurrect all these holy relics? Why so many? What a waste. What use are dozens of skeletons covered in holy skin?”
Ange shook his head: “They aren’t skeletons.”
Not skeletons? Then were they like Little Angel, spiritual beings? But with such low intellect, even spiritual beings were useless. Could it be…
“Did you enhance their intelligence? How did you do that?” Negris exclaimed in awe.
Ange tilted his head: “You.”
Negris almost choked on his own spit. When had he ever enhanced the intelligence of these Holy Spirits?
The only thing that had to do with him was Ange stacking those holy skeleton masses into a tower, placing his essence in the center. Could it be…
He retracted and noticed where he usually stacked the holy skeletons; half of them were missing. Indeed, they must be the ones Ange had summoned.
Could he actually enhance a skeleton’s intellect?
Negris floated atop the skeletons, looking left and right, then closer into the eye sockets.
Perhaps one of the skeletons, having had enough of his examination, punched the Bronze Book and sent it flying.
The fact that it hit him showed an improvement in intellect. With satisfaction, Negris plucked off its arm and merrily flew away.
Just then, urgent knocks resounded from the door. From outside, Dyson’s subordinate’s voice could be heard, “Archbishop, Archbishop, the Holy Army, holding the Pope’s warrant, say they are here to arrest you. What happened?”
Looking at the room full of Holy Spirit Angels, Dyson bitterly smiled, “Let them in. I’d love to see who dares to arrest me.”