Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 620: Chapter 347: Is This a Coincidence?_1

As long as Ange doesn’t feel awkward, then the one who feels awkward is someone else. How could Ange feel awkward? He doesn’t even know what it means to be awkward. If he can stand here as if he were planting something, he can stand here until tomorrow.

Usually, someone would step forward to guide him to avoid making others feel awkward, but everyone now found it amusing, and wanted to see Karlok feel awkward.

There was no response, no reciprocal greetings, not even a word. It was a complete disregard; Karlok’s face shifted from white to black, his expression turning gloomy.

No, the fun shouldn’t end so quickly. Negris reminded Ange urgently in his mind: “Say something, anything.”

Ange said: “Holy Light, isn’t pure.”

Karlok’s face instantly turned ashen.

What Ange said was the truth, but to the ears of everyone in the Church of Light, it was a severe accusation.

Worshippers always take pride in the sacred radiance, the pure Holy Light. Now, someone dared to say that his Holy Light was impure?

The impure ones are genuine, Ange’s is too pure, and therefore fake, but others don’t know. Not everyone can distinguish who is purer like Shamara can.

Isn’t this equivalent to pointing at Karlok’s nose and scolding him?

What’s even more frightful is that Ange’s words are too damaging. They could completely cause Karlok to fall from grace in an instant. What is Ange? An ascetic monk.

Within the Church of Light, there is nothing purer than an ascetic monk. If he says you are impure, you don’t even have the right to argue, because everyone would definitely believe the words of an ascetic monk more.

“You slander!” Karlok screamed in fury.

Ange tilted his head.

Karlok nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. What does tilting his head mean? Is he being cute? Say something!

He used to hate those who were eloquent, like Anthony, but he then suddenly realized that he hated those who left words hanging in the middle more.

Karlok had no choice but to turn to Anthony: “Lord Anthony, what does this mean? Are you slandering me? My honor is my life. If you don’t make it clear, I will fight you to the death.”

Anthony weakly said: “But…but I’m not the one who said that. Besides, I’m not very familiar with Lord Ange.” As he spoke, he shrank to one side, his expression as innocent as possible.

Karlok clenched his teeth and muttered: “Shameless.”

Not familiar with each other? Would he go and back you up all the time if you aren’t familiar with each other? From Black Mountain Roland in the North to this desolate area by the sea in the South, is it possible for a high-ranking ascetic monk like him to move around freely, and he dared to say they’re not acquainted?

Karlok was furious to the point of insanity. He had already forgotten the purpose of this trip. He let out a huge roar, the Holy Light burst forth from his body, and at the same time, he pulled out the Sword of Judgement.

The weapons of the other worshippers usually have no names. They’re all standard longswords, two-handed swords and the like. Only the standard longsword from the Judgment Hall has its own name – Judgement.

However, his impulsiveness infuriated a clergyman at the back of the team, who muttered under his breath: “Idiot.”

Originally, they had come to judge the witch under an absolutely justifiable pretext. Even if the case were to be taken to the curia, they would still have the upper hand.

However, Karlok’s impulsiveness has left their ‘justification’ in shambles, turning it into a private grudge. Just because an ascetic monk says that you are impure, you start fighting?

After cursing, the clergyman put his hand into his chest and crushed a piece of communication jewelry. The weak fluctuations of the jewelry spread out.

But when he raised his head, he found that both Ange and Anthony had turned their gaze to him.

“Damn it, they’ve noticed.” The clergyman’s heart tightened.

However, after looking at him, Anthony showed an unfathomable expression on his face and then turned his head back.

Luther quickly stuffed the last mouthful of beetroot into his mouth, pulled out his longsword impatiently, and roared: “Dare to offend Lord Ange! Taste my Dragon Pattern Steel Core…”

Because of the distinct features of Negris and others, they basically do not appear in such situations. Luther was too excited. Finally, no one was competing with him for the spotlight. His treasured sword was going to taste fresh blood at last, regardless of what was in front of him, he would slash first and ask questions later.

“Judgment!” Karlok roared and swung his sword.

Judgment isn’t just a sword, it’s also a technique. It works in coordination with the Sword of Judgment, ignoring the opponent’s defense and judging them via the Holy Light.

Unless one is a high-level Sword Saint, and can resist it with their Protective Battle Aura, the firmer the block, the heavier the damage from the Holy Light.

Clang! The weapons of the two sides collided, making a loud noise like the collision of metal. A sacred light burst out from the Sword of Judgment, and fell on Luther, swallowing him in a pillar of light.

But once the pillar of light disappeared, Luther was unscathed, while instead, Karlok felt a tingling numbness in both hands.

“A high-level Sword Saint?!” Karlok cried out in shock.

Luther smiled slightly. “Not just that, wait for me to digest it, and I’ll soon beat the shit out of you.”

Luther blocked Karlok, and the guards around Anthony also joined the battle, fighting with the Judgment Knights brought by Karlok.

Anthony, who was ‘unfamiliar’ with Ange, leaned in to listen for a moment, then murmured to him: “Strange, Polk didn’t detect any ambush. Who is that clergyman trying to notify?”

Negris asked: “Ange, did White Neck and Bone Dragon detect anything?”

In the sky, a Bone Dragon with a skin mantle was hiding in the clouds, and White Neck was standing on its back, craning its neck and looking around curiously.

The Bone Dragon looked somewhat different from before. Its mantle was a bit bulging, as if it had been inflated.

Indeed, it was inflated. After Durken discovered that the body of the Bone Dragon was hollow, he immediately thought, “Why don’t you turn it into an inflatable airship?”