Chapter 714: Chapter 409: So Annoying, I Miss Bronze Dragon_1
Ange felt a singular point in a distant place, completely unlike the other nodes in the Soul Network. Out of curiosity, he projected himself there without much thought.
He had done this many times before – projecting onto a silver coin, onto Anthony, onto Oke. But this projection felt considerably longer. In the end, he found himself in a body.
The dormant Soul Heart started to beat again. Blue flames ignited in the empty eye sockets. Then, Ange realised he was in the body of an Ashbone Skeleton clad in armour.
The skeleton was huddled within a small cubicle, its hands clutching its knees. It had been in a deep sleep, unknown for how long, until Ange’s arrival sparked a resurrection of the soul.
A few residual thoughts invaded Ange’s mind from the skeletal body: “Locke! Unbeatable! Locke! Steadfast! Locke!…”
“Locke?” Ange was perplexed. Why did Steadfast Locke’s thoughts remain within this skeleton? Could Locke have not died and have followed the ‘King’ here instead?
Ange examined the skeleton and found a few more lingering thoughts.
Indeed, they were remnants of Steadfast Locke’s thoughts. Locke had not died; his soul had followed the Undead King. Hence, his body remained inside the Temple of Rest.
Or perhaps he had not died initially, but now had dissipated, leaving behind only a few wistful thoughts and a body with a Soul Heart.
Ange examined this body and its soul, finding they were in a dire state. The Soul Heart had shrunk to the point of near collapse.
The body wasn’t in a better state. It had degenerated into ash bone, but from some joint parts, it was evident that it had once been at the Gold Level.
The original Golden Skeleton had degraded over time due to unknown reasons and transformed into its current state.
As for the cause of this transformation, Ange was clueless. It definitely wasn’t due to soul decay because even soulless skeletons wouldn’t degrade, they would merely rot.
Ange stirred and crawled out of the cubicle, only to discover that his wasn’t the only cubicle. They spanned the entire wall…the entire basement, all four walls, to be exact.
Each cubicle was crammed with a set of bones. Some were intact, but most were haphazardly thrown into the cubicles, as though someone carelessly tossed them in after death.
Could this be a graveyard designated for bone remains?
Ange scoped the surrounding area and other than the cubicles stacked with bone remains, all he saw was a door, marked with a couple of characters.
What characters? Ange habitually tilted his head.
After a moment of silence, he realised that Negris wasn’t there because he had projected himself over. Negris wasn’t present.
If Ange had projected himself onto his own vessel, Negris could have followed. However, this vessel was Locke’s. While Ange could switch over due to the similar core power, Negris couldn’t.
With Negris absent, no one answered his questions. Feeling a little out of place, Ange shifted his gaze to the door lock.
The door was locked from the outside without a keyhole or doorknob on the inside. To get out, he’d probably have to break the door. Should he break it?
Just as he was hesitating, he heard mumbling and footsteps from outside.
Someone was briskly approaching, mumbling under his breath now and then. “Blessed be the Holy Spirit, I ran out of bread, only took a little money to buy more bread. Holy Spirit, don’t be upset. Don’t be upset.”
Soon, that person reached the doorway. First, Ange heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, then a click. The door opened. A Priest in a white robe slipped inside quickly, closing the door behind him, leaving only a thin crack.
After completing this move, the priest in the white robe let out a sigh of relief. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stood up, only to see Ange, his eye sockets ablaze with blue fire.
Visible sweat appeared on the priest’s face, converging and trickling down. His body started to shake uncontrollably.
Ange tilted his head.
Without uttering a word, the priest knelt down. “I’m sorry, Lord Holy Spirit. I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep. I’m sorry, I’ll leave immediately, I’ll leave immediately.”
Mumbling as he moved, not daring to lift his head, he crawled backwards to the door, fumbling for the handle. But before he could open it, Ange placed his hand on his shoulder.
“Ah!” The priest let out a deafening scream. His body went limp, and he fainted.
Ange stared at his hand in confusion. There wasn’t anything peculiar about it. Why did the priest faint? Was it low blood sugar?
Ange turned the unconscious priest over and gave him a slap across the face. It was how people woke up under Ange’s command.
The priest opened his eyes groggily. Seeing that he was being held by a skeleton, his entire body began to tremble:
“Ho… Holy Spirit, please… please forgive me…. I’ll never do it again, never… I confess, I repent. I sold some of the gold ornaments from the stone room, I… I’ll never do it again. Please don’t judge me.”
Ange tilted his head, not understanding.
If it were Negris, he would understand what Ange’s tilted head signified. However, this priest didn’t. Thinking Ange was in disagreement, he frantically began to explain:
“Lord, I had no choice. It’s been a long time since we received supplies from above. I’ve been guarding the sacred chamber alone, with no money or food. If I hadn’t taken something to exchange for food, I would have starved to death. It wasn’t intentional. Please have mercy, I’ll never do it again.”