Chapter 25

Out of curiosity about the skeleton, Nagris hurriedly urged, "Give it a try, you'll know if you try."

Ang tilted his head, how to try? Can this thing be tried?

"Legend has it that angels never die; they can be reborn as long as they are bathed in holy light. You have holy light, so give it a try quickly," Nagris urged.

Ang raised his palm, muttered the Purification Spell, and a ball of holy light instantly appeared in his palm.

When Ang's palm touched the slender bones, the slender skeleton, which had been struggling to hit him, suddenly tilted its head, looked at Ang's hand in confusion, and quieted down.

Under the illumination of the holy light, the slender skeleton's bones underwent some visible changes, growing muscle fibers and blood vessels.

"It really is an angel's skeleton, truly eternal and undying. It can be reborn with holy light. That's enough, stop now. We know it works. One Purification Spell only restores a little bit; reviving an angel would take a lot of time and energy," Nagris, satisfied with his curiosity and having gained some new knowledge, prepared to stop Ang.

One Purification Spell only produced a thin layer of membrane on the bones, probably less than a millimeter thick. At this rate, it would take thousands or tens of thousands of Purification Spells to revive the angel. Ang, being just one person, couldn't possibly complete such a high-intensity task.

The holy light faded as the Purification Spell's power was exhausted. The slender skeleton, which had been calmed by the holy light, suddenly panicked, grabbed Ang's hand, turned it over, and poked the palm, as if wondering why it wasn't glowing anymore.

Ang cast the Purification Spell again, and the holy light reappeared in his palm.

The slender skeleton curiously reached out, trying to grab the holy light in its hand. Of course, it couldn't grab the light, but as it grasped, its entire hand was bathed in the holy light, slowly growing blood vessels and muscles, layer by layer.

By the time Ang cast the thirty-fifth Purification Spell, the slender skeleton's entire hand had grown back, a long, white, and strong hand.

As a skeleton who had been farming for a thousand years, Ang was not short of patience. If he could only cast one Purification Spell a day, he might spend ten thousand days, casting one holy light each day, to slowly revive the skeleton.

However, he was also a person with extremely strong mental power, and his magic recovery speed was faster than his consumption. Casting a first-level spell continuously wouldn't make him feel tired at all.

Thus, in Nagris's stunned gaze, Ang spent three days and nights, casting over eight thousand Purification Spells, to revive the angel skeleton.

Standing at 1.5 meters tall, with long golden hair, blue eyes, crystal-clear skin, and white wings, it looked like a holy... doll, because its eyes were lifeless, its gaze vacant, and its pupils scattered, as if it had no soul.

Of course, it did have a soul, an undying soul.

Nagris smiled bitterly, "This isn't an angel; it's just a skeleton covered in flesh. Your Purification Spell isn't true holy light, and without the faith of the bird people, you can't revive it into a true angel. You've created a monster, Ang."

Even the God of Knowledge was speechless. The angel skeleton was indeed too speechless.

Regardless of whether it looked human or angelic, it was essentially a newly born skeleton. Apart from being a bit more agile and combative, it was no different from an ordinary skeleton. The flesh made it a bit more resilient, but that was all.

It lacked the combat power, purification ability, and divine magic of an angel.

Ang didn't mind these things. He was purely curious about the skeleton itself, wanting to see what it looked like. Once he had seen it, he tied it up and ignored it.

On the contrary, the little zombie started fighting with it. Whenever it had free time, the little zombie would go and fight the angel skeleton. The little zombie was tough, fast, and had thick skin, while the angel skeleton was agile, flexible, and could fly. They were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

The angel skeleton still had a look of wanting to fight anyone it saw. Nagris said it was likely a battle angel, which explained its strong fighting spirit, even more reckless than the little zombie.

However, perhaps because it had gained power from Ang, it would be very gentle when it saw him. When it got hurt fighting the little zombie, it would run over to Ang, showing him its wounds.

Ang had to cast a Purification Spell to heal it.

Amidst the noise, Lisa returned with Anna and Lan.

"These... so many glowing mosses? These... so many holy mushrooms? These... these are minotaurs? Don't minotaurs only believe in ancestral totems? Why are they in the temple? Have they betrayed their ancestors?" Anna, looking like a naive little girl, kept whispering in surprise.

Lisa, who liked this simple yet smart little girl, smiled and pointed to the minotaur skeletons carrying water, saying, "That's their ancestor. Of course, they are here mainly for food and lodging."

At this moment, Lan saw something and angrily shouted, "Damn it, you actually imprison little girls? I trusted you wrongly."

As he shouted, Lan lightly tapped his foot and shot forward. Just as he entered the temple's range, he heard a soul-piercing scream.

A silver-white skeleton ran over from a distance, holding a broom and lunging at Lan, sweeping it at him.

Lan, mid-air, twisted his body and tumbled back in a panic.

The broom missed its target. After landing, the silver-white skeleton paused, and the bristles at the front of the broom began to smoke and slowly transformed into a blade.

The silver-white skeleton's hollow eye sockets showed no emotion, but it stared at Lan woodenly. No one doubted that if Lan dared to charge again, the blade would come down.

The silver-white skeleton usually didn't react when people entered or left the temple, quietly sweeping the floor. But as soon as there was hostile intrusion or chaos, it would react fiercely.

"Are you crazy? Don't act rashly. That's the temple guardian, even Phyllis can't control it. And what do you mean by 'imprison'...?" As she spoke, Lisa followed the direction Lan had charged and saw the angel skeleton. In the dusty temple, it looked like a glowing little angel...

After all, skeletons and zombies don't have the concept of clothing, so the angel skeleton was naked and tied up, with a vacant gaze, looking pitiful. No wonder Lan thought they were imprisoning a little girl; anyone would misunderstand this scene.

Lisa was a bit panicked. No way, in less than ten days, such a terrible thing happened? Could Lord Ang be an evil skeleton?