Chapter 431: Chapter 257: Red_1
The guard who received the order hurried over, stopping at a distance and spoke quietly, “Hi! Hi! I’m coming over, I’m a guard from the Church of Light’s Western District under Archbishop Dyson, I’m one of you, I’m coming over.”

While speaking, the guard cautiously approached, maintaining the same alertness as when entering a stable, to avoid being kicked.

This particular guard was an experienced one, hence the caution. Holy Spirit Angels can at times be like twitchy horses that would easily send you flying if you came too close.

Just as he was about to enter the circle the Holy Spirit Angels had formed, the outermost Angel turned to look at him as he sensed his approach.

The guard’s heart skipped a beat, he put on a forced smile, “Lord, what are you all doing? Need any help?”

Despite his words, the guard had an ominous feeling. The Holy Spirit Angel had an expressionless face, an empty gaze, just like the dead.

Indeed, a typical Holy Spirit Angel usually wore a deathly expression all the time, but at least there was a glimmer of life in their eyes. But now they seemed truly lifeless.

Upon hearing his words, the Holy Spirit Angels at the outermost circle stepped back and the rest glanced at him before moving aside, gradually opening a path.

The guard was quite astonished. Normally, these Holy Spirit Angels wouldn’t bother with humans, or rather, they wouldn’t acknowledge the existence of mere mortals. Unless you held a divine position, like a divine priest, paladin, bishop, they wouldn’t pay you any heed.

However, before he could express his gratitude, the path that had just opened revealed what the Holy Spirit Angels were surrounding. It was a kind of a launcher with two rails.

At the end of the slider, a spherical magic orb was spinning wildly. The overwhelming magical fluctuations radiating from it were almost unbearable, but they were all concealed by the radiant holy light emanating from a holy crystal beside, producing that sacred glow.

The guard was taken aback for a moment, having not expected this situation. Dozens of Holy Spirit Angels gathered together; it had to be some significant event like the descent of the gods, right?

But they were only surrounding a broken machine. The Holy Light wasn’t emitted by the machine itself, but by the Holy Crystal beside it. Were they simply playing around it?

However, in the next moment, he realized: Was it to assassinate Lord Dyson? But why would they huddle together to assassinate Dyson? Wouldn’t a surprise attack by several tens of Holy Spirit Angels be more effective?

Unfortunately, what he didn’t know was that these were not true Holy Spirit Angels, they were merely skeletons in disguise.

Ange had tried many ways, but couldn’t turn these sacred bones into angel skeletons.

Either he could use his pure Holy Light to restore the sacred bones into skeletons with flesh, or let Little Sky use the impure Holy Light to resurrect them into real Angels.

But the real Angels were uncontrollable and retained their original instinct to attack all heretics.

As for the skeletons with flesh, their strength was only at the level of the Ashbone Skeletons, definitely incapable of casting Holy Light Flash.

Anthony had no choice but to use them as regular skeletons, diverting the attention of the enemies, and covering the true killing move.

Yes, Anthony. Only he could come up with such unexpected and cunning tactics.

The instant the guard realized and attempted to warn the others, the Magic Egg Cannon fired. A magic egg the size of a watermelon smashed into the guard, instantly shattering him. The unstoppable magic egg then struck the distant convoy.

“Ambush!” The convoy’s guards shouted at the top of their voices.

Without a doubt, Anthony’s setup was extremely misleading. A group of dozens of Holy Spirit Angels gathered together, who wouldn’t be curious about what they were doing?

But because they were perceived as Holy Spirit Angels, the opponents couldn’t resort to ‘impolite’ methods of investigation like the Eye of the Wizard. Angering the angels would invite trouble, and being members of the Church of Light, they knew better than anyone how unreasonable these angels can be.

Everyone was craning their necks to watch, even Dyson was no exception. They surely did not expect a ball to suddenly be shot out.

“Hand of the Mage!” A mage shouted, and the Hand of the Mage manifested mid-air, about to grab the magic egg. Whether it was to throw it back or toss it aside, either was sufficient to counter such physical attacks.

But how could Vaguli neglect this flaw? The magic bullet pierced directly through the Hand of the Mage, making it impossible to grab.

Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…

The Hand of the Mage proved ineffective, and a shower of spells and Divine Arts welcomed the magic egg. After hitting the magic egg with a dozen rapid attacks, it exploded in mid-air, engulfing everything with a violent shockwave and wild elemental energy, flying out in all directions, tossing the knights in the front row of the convoy into the air.

Vaguli, observing the effects from miles away using the Eye of the Wizard, clapped his hands in excitement.” That’s incredible. The aged branches of the World Tree are so efficient, their disintegration rate is much higher.”

Mages and Priests of Divine Light raised their shields in defense, blocking the shockwave, and more vigilantly surveyed the surroundings.

“Sky is clear.”

“Underground is clear.”

“Both sides are clear.”

“When did that horse get over here? It’s fast! It’s got lightning, It’s not a horse, it’s a Unicorn!”

“On guard, on guard, that horse is really fast. Bada, what’s that thing it’s dragging behind?”

“A Titan! It’s dragging a Titan using thunder! My God, can a Unicorn and a Thunder Titan coordinate like this?”

The ‘horse wearing a fur hat’ from a few kilometers away had now come within a kilometer. It was leaving a trail of sparks and thunder behind, and the lights connected to the beings behind it.

A half a dozen Titans, each three meters tall, were tied to these electroluminescent trails. They slid their way forward, harnessed to the lights.

No one had ever seen a unicorn and a titan work together like this before. For one, real titans are seven to eight meters tall, too heavy for a unicorn to carry. Secondly, they both come from different worlds; a titan coming to the Master Plane would only result in being clobbered to death.

The size of the Purple Corpse is just right, and it is familiar with the lightning, allowing them to develop this combination technique unintentionally.

Under the swift pace of the lightning, the hundreds of meters distance vanished in a blink. By the time the convoy’s guards reacted, the lightning had already dragged the titan to within less than five hundred meters.

The Purple Skeleton Titan swung its hand and smashed out several magic eggs.

The three-meter tall Purple Skeleton Titan was like a human-shaped egg-launching tube. The magic eggs shot out like cannonballs, hardly any weaker than those fired from a Magic Egg Cannon.

A single magic egg had already shaken the convoy. With so many magic eggs, how could the convoy dare to let them approach? They immediately focus fired on the magic eggs.

Seizing this opportunity, the hat on the Unicorn’s head moved, jumped to the ground and like an inflatable balloon, it blew up.

Upon seeing this fluffy ball, Dyson and his men instantly recognized it: “Dimension Beast! It’s a Dimension Beast!”

Dyson could no longer contain himself. What does a Dimension Beast represent? A Dimensional portal that must not be allowed to open.

He stepped forward, slammed his staff into the ground. Dyson’s voice echoed throughout the area, clearly reaching everyone’s ears: “The Lord said…”

Before he could finish his sentence, another louder voice interrupted him: “The Lord did not say!”

The divine arts that hadn’t fully formed were instantly interrupted by this voice. Dyson, gritting his teeth, shouted, “Anthony! Come out!”

Another louder voice immediately denied it: “I’m not him, I didn’t do it. I’m just a passerby who can’t stand your late-night shouting, don’t talk nonsense.”

Again, Dyson slammed his staff down: “The Lord said!”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“The Lord said!”

“You are impotent!”

“The Lord said!”

“You’re balding!”

“You are the one who is balding!” Dyson, driven by rage, removed his own crown, revealing his glossy forehead.

Dyson had no choice but to do this. As the Archbishop, he must always wear his crown. If he did not debunk the rumor in time, once it spread, many people would sneak a peek at his head. By then, he would lose all his dignity.

He wasn’t as anxious when they spread rumors about him being impotent, but he couldn’t tolerate rumors about him going bald.

With an Archbishop of the same rank restraining him, Dyson was deemed useless, unable to use any divine techniques.

With the enemy’s strongest force rendered useless, Ange’s side was even more ruthless. From the long hair of the Dimension Beast, a swarm of people poured out.

Inside Dyson’s convoy, someone had summoned an Angel. Its wings spread behind him as it flew up.

A Breath of Death Shockwave swallowed the other party.

A team of Paladins charged with their shields.

More than a dozen Titans with new equipment rushed over.

All the mages gathered together, under the leadership of a Truth Mage, madly converging elements.

Suddenly, all the elements stopped.

“Forbidden… Forbidden Magic Domain! Ais’s Elemental Dead Zone!” The Truth Mage on Dyson’s side turned deathly pale.

Although they were both Truth Mages, the Forbidden Magic Domain was the bane of all mages.

Without magic, they could only engage in close combat. Ange’s side was well-prepared, they rush like a flood, overwhelming everything until they encountered the Wall of Divine Blessing.

Several Paladins formed a human wall, casting the Blessing spell.

Unnoticed by everyone, the armored man who had been following Dyson disappeared at some point.

Just then, Dyson’s chest lit up.

Ange sensed something and looked up, murmuring, “It’s red.”

As he murmured, scales sprouted on his body, rapidly wrapping around him.

PS: This chapter should have been yesterday’s, but I fell into a strange state. It’s like, well, kind of like having my period. I just couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm. I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.