Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 833: Chapter 469 Peace Guardian Barrier Chapter 833: Chapter 469 Peace Guardian Barrier Stepping out of the Teleportation Array, Monica and Yunico felt as though they were in a dream.

To say they had seen a Six-winged Archangel was untrue; they hadn’t even heard of one, or rather, only heard of them in legends. Now suddenly two appeared before them. No wonder there were always people saying, “The Church of Light’s legitimacy is on Earth.” Wasn’t this the true legacy of the Church of Light?

The dispute between orthodoxy and heresy was long-standing. People often accused the priests and magicians who grew up in the Sorcerer Alliance of being heretics, followers who had fallen for the Evil God.

In response, they would retort sharply, “Hiding in the gutters all day without seeing the light, what right do you have to represent the Light?”

This dispute had been argued for over a thousand years. As the control of the Undead Empire grew stronger, the Church of Light’s presence on Earth gradually diminished. Now, each side began to consider themselves the true orthodoxy since no tangible representation of legitimacy was provided by those on the surface.

But now…

Monica, watching Ange and the Little Angel retract their wings, gazed upon the legendary Six-winged Archangels, the Supreme Holy Spirits. If they couldn’t represent the true orthodoxy, then who could? Could it be that what they represented was indeed heresy?

As if seeing through the confusion in her heart, a voice spoke up beside her, “As long as you yearn for the Light, as long as your faith is unwavering, whether in Hell or the Abyss, we are all children of the Light. Do you believe in the Light?”

Monica turned her head and saw Anthony, dressed in a solemn robe and crown, looking at her with a compassionate expression that seemed to carry the power to comfort one’s heart, quickly calming Monica down.

“I believe,” Monica said resolutely.

“Then may the Light bless you, my child,” Anthony intoned as he summoned Holy Light, gently placing his hand on Monica’s forehead.

Monica, unable to control herself, knelt down and clasped her hands in prayer, as if before a caring father.

Pope Anthony radiated a power that was more comforting than any priest Monica had ever met, compelling her to open up completely without resistance.

Yunico also could not help but approach Anthony. Anthony extended his other hand, looking at her lovingly.

Yunico took Anthony’s hand and knelt down in devotion.

Negris, projected onto Ange, couldn’t help but curse, “That old God Stick.”

Anthony could never reveal his power to beguile hearts when in Ange’s presence; after all, who doesn’t know his real story?

But it was different for others, especially for those who grew up with a theological education. A gesture, a phrase, an action—all could elicit a profoundly different response in them, easily gaining their trust.

“Light is at war with the forces of darkness. Pray to the God of Equality and Balance, and if your faith is true, he will respond to you. The thousand-year war, the fall of gods, yet as long as the Light and belief endure, they will all return,” said Anthony, speaking slowly.

The God of Equality and Balance? She had always prayed to the God of Truth and the God of Light. Could the God of Equality and Balance really answer her?

Doubtful, Monica changed her object of prayer, but as usual, received no response.

Ange, puzzled, cocked his head to the side, his gaze falling on Yunico. He ‘heard’ the voice in Yunico’s heart, “God of Libra, I so regret my actions. I did something foolish. I should not have acted rashly and gone out, almost causing my mother’s death. I was wrong; she is my only kin, and I don’t want her in danger. I hope you can bless her with long life.”

At the same time, several Flame Souls leapt from her body onto Ange.

Live for a century? Ange tilted his head. Live for just a century? No one he had blessed would die at the age of a hundred, surely they wouldn’t want her to die precisely then? Ange pondered with a troubled mind.

Forget it, an equal exchange; Ange was always concerned with the principle of equivalence.

Yunico’s body began to glow, and a force was delivered to her.

“I… I… the God of Libra responded… responded to me,” Yunico shouted incredulously.

Anthony quickly glanced toward Ange and said amiably, “The God of Libra felt your devotion. What did the god speak to you?”

Yunico, shocked, glanced at Monica and then Anthony, as if she found the content of the ‘god’s’ response unbelievable.

The old God Stick was too experienced in these situations. He didn’t even need to know what response Ange had given; he simply had to tell her ambiguously, “Heed the god’s instruction and follow your most devout faith to act.”

Yunico moved in front of Monica and knelt down, hesitantly reaching out her fingertip but not daring to touch her mother’s face.

Although Monica did not know what instruction Yunico had received, she still nodded at her daughter, encouraging her.

With gritted teeth, Yunico pressed her finger to the birthmark on Monica’s face, and a thin red light emerged.

Yunico’s mouth dropped open in shock, and perhaps from the overwhelming surprise, the red light ceased.

“What happened?” asked Monica.

“Mother, your birthmark…” Yunico produced a mirror, and in the spot touched by the red light, a piece of the birthmark was missing.

Monica became excited, “Can it continue?”

Yunico calmed herself down, sincerely prayed, and then released the red light again.

As Monica watched with a mirror, the red light slowly removed the birthmark on her face, and her hands couldn’t help but tremble.

An elated heart, trembling hands, until the birthmark on her face was completely gone. Monica and Yunico’s eyes brimmed with tears as they knelt in thanksgiving for the god’s grace.