Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 810: 457: Offending the Saint, Slapping the Face2

Chapter 810: Chapter 457: Offending the Saint, Slapping the Face_2

Agli and the others were completely confused by this change. They had been captured, expecting death to await them, but when their blindfolds were removed, they found themselves before a six-winged Archangel and the Archbishop of Light, who was the sa one that had captured them.

Anthony, however, paid no mind to their confusion and continued scolding: “We expended so much effort to infiltrate the inner workings of the Undead Temple, planning to covertly rebuild the curia under their na, yet you suddenly erged, wildly spreading my secret recipe? You almost blew my cover. I really should tie all of you to the Fire Execution Fra and burn you alive.”

The tone did not carry malice; instead, there was a kind of elder’s concern within it.

However, the intended ssage was completely revealed in those scolding words: “infiltrate,” “under their na,” “rebuild curia.” It clearly indicated that they, too, were part of the Church.

Agli weakly asked, “Do you an… we almost disrupted your plan?”

“Hmph!” Anthony gave her a stern look, snorted sullenly, took a deep breath, adopted an impatient gesture, and turned to bow behind him.

Ange approached, dressed in the garb of an Ascetic Monk.

“An… Ascetic Monk?” Agli exclaid in shock. An Ascetic Monk, an Archbishop, a six-winged Archangel—what kind of lineup was this? Even the Shadow Pope she knew of might not be able to assemble such a gathering.

“How dare you!” Anthony had already begun to chastise: “This is Lord Grace Monk Ange. Do not offend.”

Agli hurriedly bent down and lowered her head.

Ange, without speaking, walked directly to Agli, and Holy Light shone upon her.

Under the Holy Light, the pain from her previous whipping imdiately lessened. Before her eyes, the blood on her bare arms disappeared visibly, and even the chronic abdominal pain vanished altogether.

Agli stared incredulously, marveling at the powerful Healing Spell and the formidable Holy Light.

Seconds later, all the pain on Agli’s body had disappeared. Before she could regain her composure, Ange walked to the second disciple and repeated the previous steps, eliciting another gasp.

Ange moved from the first to the last of the dozen disciples, healing everyone’s injuries with his own power, including three who were critically near death and one with severe burns.

By the ti he reached the fourth person, everyone’s expression had changed; such potent holy power was beyond the most powerful priest or bishop they had ever seen.

By the tenth person, everyone had beco desensitized. They started to believe Anthony’s words about the Grace Monk, although they had never heard this term before.

By the fifteenth, Ange suddenly frowned, took a couple of steps back, scrutinized the person in front of him closely, and then said lightly, “You are guilty.”

Instantaneously, three chains sprang from the ground, binding the fifteenth disciple.

“Original Sin Chain?!” Agli cried out involuntarily as her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, pressing her forehead to the ground in prayer: “The Lord says, be devout, sins of the unwitting can be forgiven, inherent sins co with birth, but devout faith can cleanse original sins…”

The others, following her example, trembled as they knelt and prayed devoutly, fearful that the Original Sin Shackles would bind them next.

They now truly believed that Ange and his companions were the great powers of the Church who had infiltrated the Undead Temple, surely representing God’s will to judge sinners.

If anyone dared to question their identity, such skeptics must be frauds unless they too could summon a six-winged Archangel, an Archbishop, and a Grace Monk.

Ange felt thick Soul Flas rising from these people, pouring into his body, with that from Agli being the thickest.

Under the binding of the Original Sin Shackles, Holy Flas burned directly, and the sinner was incinerated.

Agli quickly glanced at the scene, her faith solidifying on the spot.

She recognized that sinner; the man had taken advantage of a beautiful widow, letting her toil for his upkeep and even sold her daughter—an undeniably deserving sinner.

Grace Monk Lord was not rely punishing randomly; he did not know the sinner, yet he could see the individual’s sins at a glance. Oh Lord, all the elder’s tales were true.

Agli’s heart was profoundly shaken.

She had been raised by the Church from childhood, growing up on various legends. She had faith, but how devout she was remained uncertain because none of the legendary elents had ever been seen.

Living stealthily like a thief when she grew up, fearful of being discovered by the Undead, where was there any semblance of divine majesty?

Now, the sanctity, power, and divinity from the legends appeared before her, completing the final piece of her faith puzzle.

Ange felt this change, pointing at her and declaring, “Her, devout.”

Anthony’s eyes brightened, “Very well, Lord.”

Recognized personally by the God of Balance, Anthony’s look towards Agli softened considerably.

“Everyone rise. Consider yourselves lucky. The people escorting you have been dealt with. From now on, you will be under Agli’s direct command. Any orders I have will be conveyed through her,” Anthony said sternly.

Agli sharply raised her head, surprised and incredulous.