Chapter 346: Chapter 215 Seems to be Angry_1

“I truly am the Undead God,” Ange resumed the communication and stated the truth.

“You’re getting cocky, eh? Alright, alright, you’re the Undead God, and I’m your father. Isn’t that how you humans like to insult others? Which deadbeat kid picked up this Communication Domino and started messing with it? Soul Crystals are so expensive, yet you dare to waste them!” Apparently, the person on the other end of the line mistook him for a human who had chanced upon the Communication Domino and was wantonly using it.

“But I really am the Undead God,” Ange uttered somewhat confusedly. When others didn’t believe his words, the Farming Skeleton didn’t know how to react.

“Shut up! If you really were the Undead God, would we still need to be stuck here, unable to go home for a thousand years? Buzz off! If you keep bothering us, I’ll release crows after the Eternal Night to eat up all the grain in the surrounding villages. Then we’ll see how you bastards starve to death.” The figure on the other side of the communication howled mournfully before suddenly cutting off contact.

Ange and Negris felt each other’s confusion through their shared mental connection: “It seems like he’s upset?”

With the other party not believing their words and not knowing what else to say if they tried to call again, Ange could only temporarily put the bone domino away.

“Brand, pick two people, and come with me to Holy Wall City,” Negris instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” Brand acknowledged, then turned his head and yelled, “Little Brand, Tiny Brandon, come over here.”

Negris was dumbfounded: “Hold on, how many ‘Brand’s do you have here?”

“Ah, we have about ten or so. We’re all from Brand’s family. Little Brand is my son, Tiny Brandon is my nephew.”

Negris was speechless: “You’re way too casual with your names. Don’t you worry about getting confused?”

“No, no, no, we don’t usually address each other this way. My son is called Lame Foot, and my nephew is Iron Drum. Don’t worry sir, they are the best warriors in our group.” Brand mistakenly thought that Negris was judging them, so he quickly affirmed with confidence.

Anyway, all these names were quite unpleasant. Finding it too bothersome to argue, Negris instructed the three of them to line up. When they stood in a row, Negris noticed a problem: “Your appearance… It’s slightly embarrassing, isn’t it?”

All three Brands shamefully dropped their heads.

Brand wasn’t too bad, but Little Brand was missing a boot. He had a lame foot, so no boot would fit him. Tiny Brandon, on the other hand, was missing pieces from his armor; some places were even exposing holes.

“This is what we’ll do, I’ll lend you three sets of armor. Return them to me when you’re done.” Negris proposed, and Ange took out the Holy Spirit Armor Egg.

They originally found one hundred and twenty Holy Spirit Armor Eggs in the Holy Kingdom. A few of them were given to Anthony, and the rest were thrown aside as there was no opportunity to use them.

Brand, holding an ostrich-sized Holy Spirit Armor Egg, looked blankly at Ange. He clearly didn’t recognize this high-end product. Even if he occasionally saw someone wearing it, he wouldn’t know what it looked like when it was shrunk into a ball.

“Take off your junk and then infuse it with holy power,” Negris commanded.

Brand doubtfully removed his armor, while his son and nephew stripped down to their underwear in a few quick movements.

As they infused it with holy power, the Holy Spirit Armor sprang open instantaneously, transforming into the shape of a metal angel. It faced Brand, and its wings closed around him, with a ‘clank clank’ sound, the metal pieces attached to Brand’s body.

Such a cool method of dressing up shocked the entire Brand family. The other paladins and villagers were watching from afar, this moment had stunned them and they gradually fell to their knees. Someone murmured, “I saw an angel descend upon Brand!”

With Ange’s arrival, everyone in the village had been shocked more than once. Most of them had never left the village and their faith in the Light was often more of doubt than belief.

Sometimes a priestess would visit the tributary, but they did not often display miracles, often without any offerings, which could result in the villagers’ dislike. As a result, they often didn’t feel any shock.

Many of their faiths in the Light was mainly dependant upon Brand and the other paladins.

Now, what Ange had shown allowed them to truly feel the power of the Light.

Other paladins were dying of envy. After they passed the paladin test, what they received were old, worn-out, second-hand armors. Some of them didn’t even fit properly. Instead of making them look like holy knights, they looked more like defeated soldiers.

But the Holy Spirit Armor was sacred, mighty, stunning, and full of power. They would be satisfied even if they could wear it just once.

Then he brought out three horses, and Negris asked: “You three can ride horses, right?”

Brand sheepishly answered: “We can ride, but not proficiently. We used to practice on donkeys.”

“That should work then. Each of you take a horse and go practice. Once you’re good, we can leave. If not, we’ll switch people. After completing the task, these horses will be yours as a form of payment,” Negris said.

The warhorses obtained from the sand thieves and the Dragon Slayer Knight Group had been idling in the Resting Camp for too long. They spent their days eating and sleeping, with no room for them to gallop, so they had put on quite a few rounds of fat. If they let this go on, these warhorses would become useless, so they had to think of a way to give them away or sell them.

“Thank you very much, Sir! We will definitely practice diligently,” Brand replied excitedly.

A warhorse! In the Land of the Fallen, a horse was much more valuable than a person. All of Brand’s belongings couldn’t afford a warhorse.