Chapter 46

Can't plant vegetables? Ang tilted his head. The farm had three thousand acres of farmland. It was one thing that he couldn't go back before, but now that he could reach in, why waste the opportunity?

Ignoring Negril, Ang continued to happily plant his vegetables. During this time, people would occasionally come to disturb him. There were really too many injured people, and the entire underground city was busy and couldn't keep up.

The best healer was Lisa. As a former Holy Maiden of Light, her healing abilities far surpassed those of other mages. However, she couldn't use holy light magic before because she had reincarnated as a lich. Casting holy light magic would first melt her.

It wasn't until Ang's appearance that his will, which did not contain additional damage to undead beings, allowed Lisa to use holy light magic without harming herself.

However, she could only cast level one holy light spells. She had many theories for this, such as her lack of devout faith or Ang's restrictions and tests on her. She never considered that it was because Ang could only cast level one spells.

Even so, just casting level one spells exhausted her. There were too many injured people, and many of them had injuries from falls, bumps, and scrapes. Most people had bleeding feet.

Such injuries were troublesome. Although they were not fatal, they affected movement and could easily worsen. In a place lacking medical supplies, they could deteriorate into injuries requiring amputation or even death. The ideal situation was to treat them as soon as possible.

Ang accepted everyone without refusal. Since he was watering the plants for days and nights, he could plant vegetables with one hand while monotonously and repeatedly healing with the other. It was like listening to music while running, not interfering with each other.

In such a state of multitasking, Anna and Lisa carried over a patient who was completely stiff.

This patient was a middle-aged man, stiff like he was frozen, but his skin was blue, with a texture similar to that of a zombie.

His eyes were fixed, with only a hint of life in their depths.

Seeing him, everyone shook their heads with expressions of regret or sorrow. This was a wind stiffness, caused by prolonged exposure to the Resting Wind. The body had already stiffened and was dead, and it was a painful death.

Before death, the patient remained conscious, silently feeling their body stiffen, organs rot, and emit a foul odor. This process lasted for half a month until they finally starved to death.

Therefore, patients with wind stiffness usually only sought a quick death.

Lisa carried this patient over because she had a new discovery and because the patient was important to Anna. He was the butler of the Lofen family, Cui Fu, who had raised Anna and her brother since childhood. Though nominally a servant, he was like family.

When they found him, Anna almost cried.

Carrying Cui Fu to Ang, Lisa hurriedly said, "Sir, I have a new discovery. The Purification Spell has some effect on wind stiffness, but my power is too weak... Uh, is... is this enough?"

After placing the patient down, Ang habitually cast the Purification Spell. Before Lisa could finish her sentence, Ang had already cast three enhanced Purification Spells on the patient. The patient's bruising rapidly faded, and his skin regained its elasticity, faster than Lisa could finish her sentence.

On the contrary, Ang, seeing Lisa's sentence cut short, curiously asked, "What's enough?"

"It's... it's fine." Lisa, somewhat at a loss, carried Cui Fu to the side and carefully examined him. The wind stiffness had completely disappeared, and Cui Fu's body had returned to its original state. His fingers and toes could move, but he was still very weak and couldn't stand.

"This... this is enough? This is enough?" Lisa muttered to herself, looking somewhat doubtful. Wind stiffness was the most common injury in this world, with hundreds of people losing limbs or dying each year, more than those who starved to death. Everyone was helpless against it.

People had gotten used to it, as even undead beings couldn't survive the Resting Wind. However, after Lisa borrowed Ang's power, she found that the Purification Spell had some effect on wind stiffness, so she came to Ang with a "treat the dead as if they were alive" attitude.

Who would have thought that before she could finish her sentence, Ang had already healed the patient. The feeling was like going to a tavern for a massage and finishing before even taking off your clothes.

After a moment of confusion, Lisa suddenly thought, "Isn't this very normal?"

"Yes, isn't this very normal? My Lord Ang, isn't it normal to heal wind stiffness? It would be abnormal if he couldn't. My Lord is just a projection on a skeleton, limited by the body, not by his ability. My Lord is omnipotent and inscrutable."

Lisa muttered to herself, her eyes growing brighter and more determined. Suddenly, Ang's soul trembled, and a point in the soul network grew, making him look up. He saw a holy flame burning on Lisa's body.

Lisa's abnormality caught everyone's attention, including Negril, who was just lifting a naked child off his body. Tilting his head, he couldn't help but curse:

"Divine Soul Warrior, you lucky bastard! Are you the skeleton of the Goddess of Luck? First a fanatic, now a Divine Soul Warrior, why can't I encounter any?"

Ang stopped his work and ran to Negril, pointing at Lisa and saying, "She, in her soul, has grown."

Ang didn't know what was happening, so he came to ask, but to Negril, it sounded like blatant boasting.

"Go away, go away, just a Divine Soul Warrior, what's there to boast about? The Church of Light has over a dozen, and there are over a dozen Holy Maidens. Yes, it must be talent. To become a Holy Maiden of Light, Lisa's talent is there, becoming a Divine Soul Warrior isn't strange. Yes, it's talent, it's Lisa's luck, not yours."

Just as he finished spraying Ang, he saw the angel skeleton fly over and sit on him, and the little zombie punched him in the face.

Clattering, a bone horse ran over quickly. Upon closer inspection, Ang recognized it as Esk's bone horse. It galloped to Lisa and transmitted a soul message, delivering a message.

Soul messages can only be transmitted between undead beings. Lisa immediately said, "The enemy has arrived."

...

On the vast, endless wasteland, ten holy knights galloped, raising a trail of dust.

The leading holy knight with a red cloak muttered, "Damn Leonard, he tricked us. What heretics are in this hellhole? They're just a bunch of struggling, miserable people."

"Didn't they say there was a Lich City? A city ruled by liches, that should be the stronghold of heretics, right?" said the handsome holy knight behind him.

The red-cloaked holy knight immediately cursed, "Are you stupid or am I? When Ice City fell, those humans all fled to the lich's underground city. Do you think those humans would run to evil liches? Even if there are liches, they are... good."

"Lord Mad!" The handsome holy knight loudly interrupted him.

Mad's words were cut off, and he huffed a few times, finally swallowing them back. He knew the handsome holy knight was doing it for his own good. Could he say that liches could be good?

Although the people behind him were loyal and would never betray him, if he could slip up today, he could slip up tomorrow in another place, and the consequences would be severe.

Mad, full of anger, galloped forward. When he saw someone blocking the way, and among them was a skeleton, his anger found an outlet. He drew his sword and swung it forward, "Destroy the heretics! Kill!"

The entire group of holy knights accelerated, their holy light shining, connecting them into a single entity. The powerful force between them surged, and when released, it could shatter a city gate in one blow.

However, before they could release their power, the skeleton dragged an angel to the front.