Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 834 - 469 Peace Guardian Barrier_2

Chapter 834: Chapter 469 Peace Guardian Barrier_2

Chapter 834 -469 Peace Guardian Barrier_2

Anthony quietly curled his lips. It was too easy to dupe them. Didn’t they find it odd? A little priest, able to cast Divine Arts for a long time? How profound must God’s grace be?

Even if the God of Balance is amiable, there are more than one believer. Why would He bestow so much power on you? Because of your beauty?

Wishful thinking… If it weren’t for the God of Balance standing right beside you, with negligible loss, where would so much power come from to bestow upon you.

While Anthony internally scoffed, he didn’t waste such an excellent opportunity and said with affection, “Yunico has a passionate heart and firm faith, this is God’s grace…”

With Anthony’s smooth-talking and the witnessing of miracles, it wouldn’t be long before these two Priests of Divine Light were thoroughly duped.

Ange breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his chest, finally having made an equivalent exchange.

An equivalent exchange was the first rule Ange learned. Back then in the Temple of Rest, he was just a farming skeleton. All his behavior patterns and knowledge had been instilled by his lord.

Although it later turned out that the lord was an avatar of the monarch.

And equivalent exchange was something he learned from Feilin and had always adhered to. Whenever others sacrificed their Soul Flame, he would always offer something in return.

Though not reciprocating equivalently would neither incur punishment nor loss, it made Ange uncomfortable, like planting a row of rice and having one skew seedling that you desperately want to uproot and replant.

Now, his compulsions were satisfied; his soul felt at ease. Then, he ran off.

Tricking Monica and the rest didn’t require Ange’s involvement. He went off to grow holy mushrooms. Before long, he sensed the Soul Flame offered by Monica. Evidently, under Anthony’s smooth talk, this Great Priest devoutly believed in the God of Balance.

Monica and Yunico stayed here for two full days. When they left, they looked rejuvenated and resolute, their entire aura transformed as if they were Holy Warriors ready for battle.

After contacting the Sorcerer Alliance through the Teleportation Array, Monica and her companion, holding two large bags of Holy Essence Liquid and Holy Mushroom Powder Mask bestowed by Anthony, reluctantly teleported away.

Negris couldn’t help but marvel, “What did you tell them? They seem completely transformed. Did you tamper with their memories again?”

“How could that be possible? I, Saint Anthony, wouldn’t resort to such lowly methods,” Anthony scoffed contemptuously.

“You speak as though you’ve never used them,” Negris said and then asked, “So what did you tell them?”

“I told them that we had infiltrated the Undead Temple and successfully destroyed it from the inside. The Master God’s Temple was brought down by us decades ago. Now, there aren’t many on the surface who worship the Undead Temple. But, since we’ve been undercover for too long, the believers have forgotten our fame. So, we need them to awaken the believers’ yearning for Light.”

…

“Negris fell silent for a long while, then somewhat gloomily said, “Why do I feel like your story could very likely become the truth? You’re not really planning to do this, are you? To take over both the Undead Temple and the Church of Light?”

“Heh, what is truth? What is falsehood? What’s recorded in the books becomes the truth, what is erased turns into falsehood. In a few hundred years, what I say will become the truth,” Anthony said with a laugh.

Clearly, he was thinking of playing his historical revisionism tricks that he used on the Master Plane. Negris spoke irritably, “I’ll use Truth’s Murmur to tell everyone what the truth is.”

“You want a divine war? Lord Negris, you might not be able to beat me,” Anthony said with a meaningful smile.

This left Negris in frustration. He was unable to win in a fight, nor in an argument: Kvada, just wait until I bulk up, then I’ll squash you with one sit-down.

“By the way, where has the lord gone? Where’s Durken?” asked Anthony – he still needed to report back to Ange.

“Dissecting downstairs,” Negris replied irritably.

Coming down to the cave, Anthony realized what ‘dissection’ meant – the corpse of the Dragon Sorcerer that Ange had snatched was laid out on the ground.

Ange kept casting Face Purification Technique to reanimate it. The originally dry and bony dragon was half revived, inflating like a water-filled balloon.

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Durken, holding a saw, struggled to cut through the Dragon Corpse, propping open a hole leading to the chest cavity with sticks.

“Lord Durken, what are you doing?” Anthony asked, puzzled.

“Can’t you see? Dissecting. You’ve come at the right moment. Help me out, and let’s cut through to the heart,” Durken stood the large saw up, gesturing to Anthony.

Anthony looked down at his immaculate, luxurious, and majestic Pope attire, feeling the urge to turn around and run.

After stowing away his clothes, donning a ‘farming outfit,’ Anthony rolled up his trouser legs, and went to pull the saw.

Negris teased, “Wow, he’s even got farming clothes. Talk about professional.”

Using his instincts as the Dark Knight Emperor, Anthony skillfully handled the saw and began to saw with force, and with that pull, he realized why Durken had appeared so ‘laborious’ – the Dragon Corpse was too tough.

The skin of a Tough Skin Zombie was merely a thin layer, but this Dragon Corpse was like hundreds of layers of flesh stacked together, interspersed with some metalized tendons and such. With each pull, Anthony could feel the teeth of the saw wearing down.