Chapter 1847 - 510: Left Hand, Right Hand—Both Are the Demon King's Guns (2)

Old players would definitely look down upon this junk, but newcomers are not picky.

Pick it up manually!

Open!

A player snatched an iron shovel, swung it twice in hand, and was very satisfied with this handy weapon.

In the distant forest, a Salvation Army soldier glanced bewilderedly at his leader.

"Captain... are these Holy Spirits really okay?"

The Salvation Army's military chaplain said that those resurrected corpses are the souls of their ancestors, referred to as Holy Spirits.

However, those ghastly figures look nothing like holy, more abstract than the monsters under Novel's command.

The captain standing under the oak tree showed no expression and calmly said.

"Our ancestors have just awakened and are a bit excited... they'll be fine once they get used to it."

Soldier: "..."

It's not just the Salvation Army's soldiers who were speechless, but also the old village chief hiding under the watchtower at the village entrance.

He ran so hurriedly that he dropped his pipe and could only silently pray that these monsters wouldn't take it away.

Fortunately, they were only interested in weapons and had no interest in anything else.

Moreover, not long after, two people seemed to arrive from the forest at the village edge and waved to them.

Then those undead followed them away.

The old village chief's legs were weak with fear, but being someone who had lived to a ripe old age, he quickly noticed something unusual from it.

"...Something's wrong, these guys don't seem like ordinary undead." He muttered to himself, the fear in his eyes gradually turning to reverence, as if witnessing a miracle.

The surrounding villagers exchanged glances.

They held some grass forks and matchlock guns in their hands, ready to drive away the group of undead, only to hear the old village chief suddenly say something like that.

The village blacksmith swallowed, his voice trembling as he asked.

"Then, they are... what?"

"They are Holy Spirits!"

The old village chief turned back, his murky pupils burning with fanaticism, analyzing earnestly.

"Haven't you heard? The miracle of Wheat Field Village! The souls of our ancestors were dissatisfied with their children's cries of hunger, so they implored Saint Sis to let them return to the land where they lived... They used their hands to create the next year's harvest for Wheat Field Village and drove away the Chaos invasion!"

At this moment, the villagers also remembered this event, exchanging glances, their eyes shedding some of their fear.

Gelang Village is just north of Twilight City, right next to Sparrow Wood Territory, of course, this wouldn't be unfamiliar to them.

"Saint Sis above..."

"So it's the ancestors!"

The crowd murmured, their eyes gleaming with light, even the last bit of fear turned into honor.

Although they have never seen the Holy Daughter, they have all witnessed the Judicial Court that defamed her.

To speak of demons, those folks who kill without hesitation are the demons!

And those two theologians who were hanged, although the two lads from the Holy City didn't seem like bad people, that arrogant look with their noses in the air also didn't feel right!

Almost all Ryan people in the Twilight Province have no good impression of the King and the Church, otherwise, there wouldn't have been the Green Forest Army's rebellion, nor the corruption of Chaos.

And the Holy Daughter who is opposed by the King and the Church Court naturally gained their inherent favor.

The more the Judicial Court depicts her as a ferocious demon, the more they believe that those who just talk without action are the true demons.

And when this idea forms a trend, even the undead can be explained as something sacred.

Unexpectedly, Gelang Village also had the favor of the Holy Spirits, and the villagers all wore expressions of joy.

Only one not-so-bright big guy scratched his head and asked straightforwardly.

"But... why do the ancestors take away our shovels?"

"That's certainly because weapons from the Netherworld can't be brought up," the old village chief quickly explained, continuing confidently, "They surely are dissatisfied with the Judicial Court's reckless actions, so they borrowed our tools to deal with those who slander the Holy Daughter!"

It's a pity those two theologians who were hanged aren't here, or those two corpses would surely come back to life out of anger.

Netherworld...

These barbarians are utterly blasphemous.

The River Elf term might be okay, as elves aren't human enemies to begin with, but now they even bring up the blasphemous word Netherworld!

In the Holy Word Book, it's clearly written that mankind has conquered death.

There's long been no Netherworld in this world!

...

The New Testament the Holy Daughter didn't write was ultimately penned by the King's governor.

Receiving this piece of information from Sarah, Luo Yan felt only one thought in his heart.

"...This is so blasphemous."

At the edge of Twilight City, the sound of light footsteps echoed in an unclaimed warehouse.

The broken windows were sealed with black cloth, with only an oil lamp left on the table made of wooden boxes, flickering with dim light.

Next to the lamp was a spread-out map, Luo Yan stood beside it with a playful smile, as if appreciating an amusing script.

Those blue flags represent the bases of the Lion Heart Knight Order, while the red flags represent the supply stations controlled by the Parliament, as well as the Kingdom barracks directly under the governor.

Clearly, red flags completely encircle the blue flags, holding the absolute advantage.

And just a month ago, the military deployment of Ryan Kingdom in the Twilight Province was still a blank slate for the Salvation Army.

As for now, with the support of the Parliament and the Campbell people, these devout warriors can act swiftly, striking wherever needed.