Chapter 922: Section 506 Blessing triggered, was he injured?

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Chapter 922: Section 506 Blessing triggered, was he injured?

Anthony flicked his finger, and a speck of luminescence quietly drifted toward the Little Dragon Lackey, entering his clothing as everyone watched him climb to the top of the cave and leave through the crack at the end of the rope.

Negris asked with confusion, “What did you flick onto him?”

Anthony smiled, “Just a little blessing.”

“Then he’s lucky to receive the ‘Pope’s Blessing’. What’s it good for?” Negris asked curiously.

“What good can it be? I sealed a Face Purification Technique on him. It’ll burst forth to heal him whenever his life is in grave danger,” Anthony answered.

“…So that’s what the Church of Light’s blessings are all about. I thought there was some Divine Power protecting him,” Negris said with a disappointed scoff.

Anthony laughingly replied, “This is Divine Power at work. I’m a demigod now. Don’t take a demigod too lightly; we from the Church of Light wouldn’t bother with such hassle.”

“Before, I used to arrange some events, publicly bless a few devout rich people, and then have Polk follow them. If they ran into trouble, he’d discreetly resolve it, letting them think their blessings were effective. They’d come back the next day to make donations. Why go through all that trouble?”

Negris said morosely, “Now I see how you became an Archbishop… If only I had met you sooner, my Knowledge Temple might have been saved.”

Anthony was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically, “No way, the Master God is too weak, it can’t be saved.”

“Pfft—I’ll strangle you!!!” Negris roared with rage.

After the scuffle, everyone finally shifted their attention back to Abuke, and Anthony said, “You’ve been sealed here and can’t leave, so the things you know are actually what those of the Dragon Clan have been chanting to you during their rituals?”

Abuke manifested the Dragon Head Phantom and silently nodded.

“I see why you’re so brash now; it must be those ideas they instilled in you. No spells, no stealth, claws and teeth as weapons, scales as armor, tsk tsk tsk, you’re an Undead Dragon Soul,” Negris commented.

Durken interjected, “I remember the line being ‘scales are the defense’.”

Negris, unable to hold back any longer after being corrected, had the Bronze Book fly out of Ange’s hands. It opened its pages and smacked Durken on the head, “Are you kidding me? Just filling up the word count, huh?”

Abuke watched their antics and suddenly sighed deeply, “You all get along so well, always so lively, unlike here… it’s too quiet.”

“Hm? Explain? How is it too quiet?” Anthony subtly approached, pushing the two quarreling fellows behind him.

He heard a hint of the desire to confide within the Dragon Soul’s sigh and quickly took the opportunity to coax more information out, a rare occurrence. Ever since their fight, this Dragon Soul had a strong aversion to them, giving terse replies, and if not questioned, just sulking there.

Previously, Anthony had mocked him as a lizard in a cage, trying to provoke him to learn something new, but the attempt was hardly effective. However, this playful squabble seemed to stir the desire to confide, and Anthony immediately knew where to start.

Abuke sighed again and said slowly, “I’ve been sealed here, unable to leave this body within a few hundred meters. The places you see are the extent of where I can move. There’s no one to talk to here, just these annoying wraiths…”

When Abuke was still naive, he often heard a voice: No spells, no stealth, claws and teeth as weapons, scales as the armor… We are the mighty Black Dragons, the fearless Dragonkin…

He strived to look in the direction of the voice and saw human-shaped beings, large and small, young and old. They were laying out offerings and worshiping devoutly.

They came at intervals, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Whether they were conducting rituals or confiding, Abuke learned many terms from their conversations, though at that time, he didn’t understand what those terms meant.

Until one day, they came again, full of sorrow, carrying a body.

Abuke recognized this body as belonging to the eldest among the group, the one who often came alone or in pairs to worship him. They called him Master Priest.

In a solemn ritual, these people pushed the Priest’s body into the abyss, shouting, “Go, return to the embrace of the Dragon God.”

Abuke could no longer contain his curiosity, emerged from the Stone Dragon, and chased after the falling body into the abyss.

The rest seemed to have noticed the trace of the Dragon Soul and shouted in joy, “Dragon God! Dragon God! The Dragon God has manifested!”

At that time, Abuke, just a newly born soul, didn’t know what a Dragon God was, nor what ‘manifesting’ meant. He found the body that had been pushed into the abyss at the bottom, already battered and broken.

A few days later, the body was reincarnated; a soul gestated within the corpse, but the broken and battered body couldn’t move, only its mouth could open and close.

And so, its mouth kept moving there, soundlessly accusing those who had thrown it down.

Abuke, still oblivious, found new entertainment in ‘chatting’ with this zombie that could only move its mouth. Since the conversation occurred at the soul level, Abuke received many images, such as eating, sleeping, disciplining children, going to bed…