Chapter 812: Chapter 458: It Seems to Treat Us as Living Beings

Agli hated this woman the most. She had wanted to sell herself off more than once, and if it weren’t for the creed of mutual aid among the believers and the protection of her older brothers and sisters, she might have already been sold into slavery to someone unknown.

So she didn’t stop her companions from slapping the woman, and even wished she could step up and slap her a couple of times herself. (Changed in the last chapter to better suit the character)

Afterward, Agli displayed her half of the Saintly Heart, and the entire village was abuzz. The old priests, who could no longer work the fields, shakily rose to their feet, excitedly wanting to touch that sacred light.

“I… I… I have seen, the Heart of the Holy Spirit. Agli is a saint recognized by the Holy Spirit. Everyone, listen to her,” the priest said excitedly and then, with a smile, took his last breath.

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There was more than one village like Agli’s, where everyone worshiped the Light. On the surface, they seemed no different from ordinary villages, but when no outsiders were present, they would collectively pray to the Light.

Some villages were isolated from the world, only in contact with other villages that worshiped the Light, well-concealed, especially with the particularities of the Undead Empire.

They were short on intelligent creatures and didn’t have enough manpower to extend their governance into the villages. They could only patrol a few major cities and key towns, making it difficult to discover these villages wholly devoted to the Light.

However, if Agli were to take the lead, it would be much easier to find those villages, especially after news spread that Agli had become a saint and possessed the Heart of the Holy Spirit. Envoys were sent from everywhere to gather information.

Agli told everyone who visited her story in great detail. Soon, the tale of the reappearance of Grace Monks and Six-winged Archangels was being told with ever-increasing mystique.

Some were skeptical, while others believed wholeheartedly, because of the half of the Saintly Heart and the rapid advancement of Agli’s abilities.

The villagers could all attest that Agli was an ordinary believer with poor talent. She wasn’t even a Priest.

But now, she suddenly had the strength of a saint and could cast Healing Spells just by praying devoutly. Apart from the recognition of the Holy Spirit, no one could think of any other reason.

For the first time, everyone realized that faith indeed had its rewards.

The Church of Light in this world had it worse than in the Master Plane. Over a thousand years ago, when the Starburst Array launched the Faith Storm, it first struck here, and all the Gods had fallen, including the Goddess of War and Peace who weren’t of the Church of Light.

At least on the Master Plane, there was still a Heaven’s Fortress, a God Status, and thousands of Holy Spirit Angels. They could use Angelic Descent and various Divine Arts.

But here, the remaining Holy Spirit Angels were pitifully few and there was no God Status left, which meant many were unable to cast Divine Arts.

On the Master Plane, even the devout could sometimes cast Purification, but here, only Priests could perform such Divine Arts, and the Healing Spell required a Priest.

Many believers were truly pure, not seeking any reward, just peace of mind. For example, the village priest who had never seen the sacred light in his entire life, was so excited to see it for the first time that he passed away.

Agli could heal, and she revived him on the spot. Normally the Face Purification Technique could only heal and not resurrect, but because the timing was so perfect, it had the effect of resurrection, astonishing many.

And so, Ange felt a continuous, thick stream of Soul Flame flowing towards him from Agli.

Believers and food became Ange’s stable source of Faith Elemental Force, and he could feel his power growing by the day.

With Anthony and the silver coins in charge, Ange could focus on farming in peace, and Durken could calmly continue his research on Alchemy. For this, he even went back to Iron Sand City, where there were large forging facilities and a group of Cave Dwarves skilled in blacksmithing because Alchemy and forging were inseparable.

Within a couple of days, Durken was back, and a cloak could be seen sailing in the air as if on the wind, circling overhead to find Ange in the fields. It descended and with a swirl, Durken emerged.

“My lord, my lord, I’ve thought of a way to modify the Big Round Devil, but I might need you to do it yourself, my power isn’t enough,” Durken said.

The Big Round Devil had a significant flaw in that it could roll only on magnetite surfaces; away from magnetite regions, it could only wobble back and forth. The magnetic force wasn’t strong enough to get it rolling.

Thus Ange could only use it to crush things.

If it couldn’t roll at high speeds everywhere, then the Big Round Devil would be rather useless, even impractical as a roller, since it consumed Demon Crystals. The Demon Crystals it used in an hour could buy a thousand oxen for milling.

After two days of hard thinking, Durken finally found a way to modify the big iron ball, allowing it to roll without the need for magnetite. This way, it could become a highly practical weapon for Ange.

Others would have to pay for transport to get it to the battlefield, but Ange could just open the Divine Realm and take it with him.

However, the method of modification Durken had conceived of was nearly impossible for an Alchemist, or the cost was just too great, a case of the cure being worse than the disease.

“How do you do it?” Negris asked curiously, even Durken found it difficult to improve, was the modification that challenging?

“Carve out indentations at least two fingers deep on the surface, forming an Array, and then inlay it with Mithril wire, and afterwards, drill holes to connect the interior,” Durken explained.

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