Chapter 851: Chapter 475: You Save the Monarch, We Want the Starburst Array_3 Chapter 851: Chapter 475: You Save the Monarch, We Want the Starburst Array_3 Before it could recover, Ange landed another punch on its head.
Even at this moment, Nosarlo’s body had not fully reverted, and it tried to rise on all fours.
But as it managed to raise its head, Ange delivered another punch, a crisp crack of fracturing bone. Nosarlo’s head caved in, forming a large, radiating crater.
Utter silence prevailed all around, even Nosarlo itself was stunned. Due to the density of its body, a Dragon Sorcerer’s physique was incredibly robust, even more so than that of an Iron Skin Zombie or a Gold Skeleton, with the skull being the toughest part.
Yet now, this Light Technique User had shattered its skull barehanded without using Divine Arts? What kind of joke was this? An illusion perhaps?
Struggling to believe, Nosarlo tried to rise again. This time, Ange didn’t move, but Nosarlo felt a sharp pain on its back as a heavy hit made it collapse once more.
With a thought, Nosarlo saw a Six-winged Archangel with a Great Angel’s Staff, swinging it high up, ready to strike down.
Unwilling to give up, Nosarlo shifted sideways abruptly. Boom! It felt like it had been hit by a Thunderous Rhino, its legs swept from under it as it fell again.
Upon mental inspection, it was the Little Zombie. To avoid exposing its identity, the Little Zombie hadn’t undergone armorization but was wearing simple cloth clothes. The impact was strong enough to tear the clothes, revealing muscles as solid as marble beneath.
But this revelation only shocked Nosarlo more. It was well aware of the hardness of its own physique, its rough skin could scrape flesh off anyone thrown against it.
The Little Zombie had knocked it down, shredding its clothes, but its skin was unscathed? Not even reddened? Was it protected by Battle Qi?
Before it could figure out what was happening, a rapid fluctuation of Holy Light emanated from Ange’s direction. By the time Nosarlo had redirected its attention, it was quickly overwhelmed by a barrage of Holy Light missiles.
Nosarlo met the same fate as Gaddarigo, dazed by the explosion. With its Soul Strength severely diminished, Ange forcibly extracted its soul and then stuffed the body into the Divine Realm.
Swiftly, every sign of the Church of the Light present – flags, banners, hangings, figurines, and souvenirs – vanished without a trace, leaving only the bewildered slaves and spies watching in secret.
After a while, the slaves began to realize, “We… it seems… it seems like we’ve been deceived? Did the Church use us to set a trap?”
Some quick-reacting slaves slapped their thighs, “I knew it! Why else would they want the old, weak, sick, and disabled? They used us as bait, how sinister! If several more Undead creatures had come, many of us would have perished.”
“But… but what about that little boy who regrew his limbs…”
“Oh, that was definitely fake, just acting, an Illusion Technique. That boy’s hand wasn’t really severed,” someone asserted confidently.
“But what about their bellies? The bloated stomachs are gone, those were fatal, soon-to-be-deathly. But now look.”
A group of patients with schistosomiasis immediately patted their abdomens to show they were in good condition, not deceivers. Their sickness had truly been healed by the grace of Holy Light.
Others whose ailments had been cured also spoke up, affirming the sacred power of the Holy Light. They would not allow others to speak ill of it.
The spies sent by the Council of the Undead were at a loss, not knowing how to proceed, and had to report back to Feiwo.
Feiwo sighed, “I was tricked too. They just said they needed help with farming, and I only helped to recruit people. I had no idea they were from the Church.
He dismissed it cleanly.
“But since you’re all here, don’t leave just yet. Northern Wind City is short on people, and there’s a lot of newly opened land to be tilled. Go farm that land and for the next five years, you’ll be tax-exempt. After that, you’ll be contracted as bonded labor for another five years, and then you can reclaim your freedom,” Feiwo announced opportunistically.
This policy was astoundingly generous, causing an uproar. Gaining freedom after five years of taxes? How was that different from no demands at all? Even free citizens had to pay taxes.
Immediately, someone asked, “If I pay taxes in advance, can I become a free citizen sooner?”
Another queried, “If I remain a contracted laborer, can I avoid paying taxes indefinitely?”
The scene quickly turned into a policy briefing session.
The bewildered spies from the Council of the Undead could only report the truth in the end.
Anthony had launched this large-scale operation just to capture another high-ranking member of the Council of the Undead. Gaddarigo, who was resurrected after death, was unsuitable for passing messages, or else the Council would discover their capability to resurrect fallen Witches.
Nosarlo’s soul was stuffed back into its body, restoring its mobility. The first thing it thought to do was try to rise, but the next moment, it was stunned by Anthony’s words.
“Do you know that the Starburst Array is accumulating energy, set to Soul Impact Mode, preparing to strike the Undead King? Do you still serve the Monarch? Do you want to save the Undead King?”
Question after question left Nosarlo at a loss.
“If you do, we can collaborate. You save the Monarch, and we take the Starburst Array.”
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