Chapter 56

Leonard stood dumbfounded as the air sword pierced through his protective aura and stabbed into his body. The intense pain gave him a sense of unreality. How did he get dragged out of the Holy Protection?

That was a high-level divine spell, one that no one could break except with divine power.

Someone had once tested it. Six angels casting Holy Light together, an Archmage casting an arcane spell, and seven or eight High Sword Saints hacking away couldn't break it before the Holy Protection disappeared.

The only drawback might be the short duration, just a few dozen seconds, and the inability to move. But when combined with a teleportation scroll, it was the best life-saving technique.

He had spent a lot of money to get this from Archbishop Guliani, and it was actually penetrated by a gray bone skeleton? Could it be a fake?

No matter how rich his imagination, he only dared to think he had bought a fake, not that the skeleton in front of him possessed divine power or was a god.

Am I going to die? Am I going to die? Waaah, I don't want to die. I am a Knight of God, I have a lot of money, a lot of lovers, and a lot of things I haven't enjoyed. I don't want to die, waaah...

Feeling something slipping away, Leonard finally realized what was happening and broke down in tears, vaguely hearing a voice in his heart scolding him: Fool!

"Why are you crying? Afraid of death? Don't worry, we'll extract your soul, and you can die after we ask you what we're interested in." Luther comforted him, but still not reassured, he pressed down on Leonard's legs, grabbed his hands, and held his neck before turning back to call.

Phyllis walked over, pressing her index finger on Leonard's brow, her middle finger on his temple, and her thumb on his cheekbone, chanting a spell.

"Ahhh!" The pain of the soul being extracted made the dying Leonard momentarily regain consciousness, his body tensing up, but he was firmly held down by Luther.

A dark blue soul flame was forcibly extracted from his seven orifices. At first, it went smoothly, but halfway through, it turned into black smoke, and Leonard's body went limp, dead.

"What? What's going on?" Luther asked in surprise. Could it be that it didn't work?

Phyllis's expression turned serious: "His soul was branded with a seal, which would dissolve when someone tried to extract it."

Luther didn't react much to this, but Lisa was shocked: "Who can brand the soul of a Knight of God with a seal?"

Whoever it was, they must be far more powerful than Leonard, and this method didn't seem like something the Church of Light would do. This meant that the person behind Leonard was someone Lisa didn't know.

This was troublesome; the truly terrifying enemy was the unknown one.

Luther said regretfully: "Oh, I didn't know souls could be sealed. If I had known, I wouldn't have killed him first. I should have questioned him for some information first. This guy was foul-mouthed, but he was very cowardly and just cried in fear."

Phyllis also said regretfully: "We were careless. But there are still many enemies here. Let's pick a few and search their souls while they're fresh."

Lisa shook her head: "It won't work. These people are clearly from the Church of Light. The information they know has already been extracted from the two female priests Luther brought. By comparing the memories of the dead and the living, there would be no mistakes."

After a pause, Lisa added: "Unless it's the heavy-armored swordsmen that Lord Ang killed. They might know something, but their souls were destroyed by Lord Ang."

"What? Why do you say that?" Luther asked, puzzled.

"Can't you see? The heavy-armored swordsmen and these holy knights and priests are not from the same group. And I don't know when the Church of Light had such a formation... Lord Ang! What are you doing!?" Lisa said.

As they were talking, Lisa happened to look up in Ang's direction and saw something that made her instinctively scream.

Ang was picking a soul flame from the Death Scythe and handing it to the angel skeleton. The little zombie was already holding a soul flame and gnawing on it, having already eaten many. There was only one soul flame left on the Death Scythe.

Lisa was suddenly enlightened and screamed: "Is it the soul of the heavy-armored swordsmen!? Lord, is it the soul of the heavy-armored swordsmen!?" She thought that once the soul was taken by the Death Scythe, it was gone, but could it be that the souls were all hanging on the scythe blade?

Ang nodded.

"Great, great, don't eat, don't eat, oh no, it's gone!" Lisa lamented.

When she said "great," the angel skeleton hugged the soul flame protectively, looking at her warily. When she said "don't eat," the angel skeleton bit into the soul flame and slurped it all in, as if afraid someone would take it away.

Thus, a soul flame that might have contained valuable information and memories disappeared into the angel skeleton's mouth. Everyone's gaze fell on the last soul flame on Ang's scythe blade.

"No eating!" Lisa lifted her robe and pounced with the气势 of a minotaur.

The last soul flame of the heavy-armored swordsman was saved. Phyllis chanted a spell to extract the memories from the soul, but it was clearly not an easy task. Phyllis's expression contorted, as if he were constipated.

After a long time, Phyllis finally stopped, exhausted, and slid to the ground, supported by the prepared Lisa.

It seems very difficult, Ang tilted his head and looked at the angel skeleton.

The angel skeleton was digesting the soul flame. Seeing Ang's gaze, it quickly spat out a small clump of impurities and handed it to Ang. For a soul flame, memories were impurities, and the clump the angel skeleton spat out was all memories.

It's not that difficult... Ang patted Lisa's shoulder and handed her the clump of soul flame filled with memories.

After understanding what was inside, Ang, Lisa, and Phyllis looked at each other, especially Phyllis, who had almost exhausted all his strength, yet was outdone by an angel skeleton?

Then, even more disheartening, the little zombie also spat out a clump of impurities and timidly held it up to Ang for praise.

Phyllis was already exhausted, so the two clumps of impurities had to be digested by Lisa and Ang. After a busy session, the two women obtained some shocking information.

"I'll say it first, then you can verify it," Phyllis said. "These heavy-armored swordsmen are not specifically designed to counter mages. They can only suppress elements but are immune to holy light. They are specifically designed to deal with priests, paladins, and clerics. They have a special name—Judgment Army."

"Right, right, little Luther, go drag a heavy-armored swordsman's corpse over here, quickly." Lisa said.

Luther, called "little," had a dark expression but reluctantly dragged a heavy-armored swordsman's corpse over. It took some effort to remove the tightly bound heavy armor, revealing a mummy-like corpse.

"The bandages are full of holy seals. They are made from burial shrouds." Ang instinctively took a step back, shocked.

Seeing these holy seals, she felt her own runes subtly ache, even though she had long lost all her memories and no longer remembered that feeling.

None of the liches dared to touch the bandages, so Luther had to tear them open, revealing a corpse with rotting skin. The smell made Luther realize where the faint stench on the heavy-armored swordsmen came from—it was from the rotting skin.

"They are not dead, they are alive," Phyllis said.