Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 580: Chapter 328: Forging Divinity Made? _2

After reading the records from the War God’s chessboard, Copper Hammer was filled with boundless rage. The War God and God of Forging were plotted against by the Gods of Light? And their divinities were used to resist the Faith Storm?

These despicable humans! Kill them!

Without hesitation, Copper Hammer launched an attack against the Archbishop of Light and Ascetic Monk An, wanting vengeance for the War God and the God of Forging. To his surprise, they turned out to be The Lord of Mourning, effortlessly deflecting his strongest move, before telling him that they were on the same side…

This turned everything around too quickly; so much so that it was hard for him to come to terms with it.

“You’re impersonating the Archbishop of the Church of Light?” Copper Hammer asked, bewildered.

“No, I am the Archbishop of the Church of Light, the substitute Pope of the Holy Church.” Anthony replied with an earnest smile and sincere expression.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“So… you betrayed the Church of Light?” Copper Hammer asked.

“How could you say that? It was Light that betrayed us.” Anthony corrected.

“Right, right, it’s Light that betrayed us.” For the first time, Copper Hammer felt the charm of language.

After further communication, Copper Hammer gradually confirmed one thing. Archbishop Anthony and Ascetic Monk An were indeed heretics of the Church of Light.

But now, one was the Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese, and the other, a much-revered ascetic monk, with a good enough reputation to qualify for the election of the Pope.

They should have been from different factions, but after watching the playback, they realized that the War God and the God of Forging had pledged loyalty to the Undead King, making them part of the same faction.

“Who would believe it if told that just yesterday, the Church of Light and I were allies, but today we are enemies. Yesterday, we were allies and today…” Copper Hammer sighed, “we still are.”

Changed factions, yet the ally remained the same. Who would believe that?

“Exactly, no one would believe it if you said it out loud. Also, we would deny it, calling it slander. Once we step outside, I will still be the Archbishop of Light and he will remain Ascetic Monk An.” Anthony said, with a hint of warning.

Copper Hammer felt a sense of unease and hastily nodded in agreement. Right, who would believe it? There was no proof, so everyone would undoubtedly think he was spreading rumors.

He realized he’d have to keep his mouth shut to avoid offending his ally. However, it’s challenging for a dwarf to keep a secret – who wouldn’t want a drink? Once drunk, he’d probably forget whatever he’d said.

They extracted the Driving Core from the War God’s chessboard, preparing to leave.

Copper Hammer asked timidly, “Considering we are allies, could you sell us the Driving Core?”

Anthony glanced at Ange, and seeing no reaction from him, replied, “This is a divinity. What will you use to buy it?”

“Hiss — a divinity?” Copper Hammer’s eyes widened like copper bells; he shook his head, “I can’t afford it.”

After sending the others back to the Resting Palace, Ange and Anthony left the dwarves’ territory. Watching their retreating figures, Copper Hammer hesitated, opening his mouth a few times but finally managed only to murmur, “My hammer…”

His hammer had been taken by Ange. It was the hammer of the Dwarf King, embodiment of all the forging skills of the dwarven race with top-notch materials and craftsmanship, it was gone, just like that.

After the dwarves were out of sight, the commotion between Negris projected onto Ange and Durken finally became audible. After watching the entire replay, their argument never ceased, focusing primarily on what the Faith Storm truly was.

“The Faith Storm is the same as the Soul Storm; it’s just a different name.” Durken put forth.

“If the Faith Storm is the same as the Soul Storm, then what is the Resting Wind? We’ve discussed before that the Soul Storm could be the Resting Wind. His Majesty warning the witch to be cautious of the Soul Storm is him warning her to be cautious of the Resting Wind,” Negris countered.

“That means our previous conclusion was wrong, the Resting Wind couldn’t have caused such an effect.” Durken argued.

“Can it not be that the Soul Storm and the Faith Storm are two different things?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“No, if it was the Resting Wind, the King wouldn’t have needed to warn the witch initially; only that peculiar flash should be feared,” replied Durken.

Mentioning that flash, Negris’s attention inevitably drifted. Too lazy to continue debating the differences, he asked, “What exactly was that flash? It was so peculiar; it exploded two divinities in an instant, even injuring the God of Arbitration hiding behind.”

“I can’t tell, it was just a flash of light, who knows what it was,” Durken replied irritably.

“Huh, the damn War God’s chessboard; it couldn’t record more clearly. Even a door lock could record clearer,” Negris criticised.

Unable to help himself, Anthony interjected, “It may not be the War God’s chessboard’s fault; perhaps the flash of light was just like this.”

“What do you mean?” Negris questioned.

“I don’t know exactly when the flash of light occurred, but during the period the King disappeared, I didn’t sense any anomalies. Meaning not everyone can see that flash.” Anthony explained.

“Not everyone can see it? So who can?” Durken inquired. His question seemed more like a guiding one, to steer their thoughts towards his query.

Who could see it? What was missing during that time? The Gods!

“So only gods can see the flash?” Negris asked.