The Broken Seal is a very special seal that can seal a complete thing in a broken form.
This is a very useless seal. You can just seal a complete thing. What's the point of sealing a broken thing?
But when it is applied to the Holy Spirit, its original worthlessness becomes an advantage. The Holy Spirit has a very special ability, and you can be reborn by bathing in the Holy Light.
If a heart of the Holy Spirit is split in half, half is sealed, and the other half is reborn in the Holy Light, and then wanders around.
If it accidentally dies, hey, there is another half that is sealed. It will grow well. When it grows up, split it into two halves and take it to bathe in the holy light. Then there will be one that can continue to grow.
A reborn combat weapon?
The Broken Seal has even taken this issue into consideration. When the Heart of the Holy Spirit is restored, as soon as the button is pulled, the Heart of the Holy Spirit inside will be cut in half, one half will be spit out, and the other half will continue to be sealed, splitting the two
Half of this process is omitted.
The only drawback is that the angels reborn with half of the Holy Heart retain less than half of their combat effectiveness.
Specific to the wise angel Luna, her combat effectiveness after rebirth may not be one-fifth of what it was at its peak, because quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes. If half of her strength is lost, her combat effectiveness will not be able to cross the line of qualitative changes.
Just like a five-hundred-jin punch and a thousand-jin punch, hitting a person will definitely not hurt twice as much.
This is also why Anthony feels that Luna is a bit weak. After all, the six-winged archangel is a being at the level of Bone Rock, and his combat power is comparable to that of a god.
"The recovery is a bit slow. How long will it take to fully recover?" Anthony, who was secretly teleported, asked as he gathered around the broken seal and looked at the heart of the Holy Spirit that was slowly growing under the transparent crystal.
"It will probably take about a month." Nigris estimated the time.
"It's too slow. I'll come back in a month. By the way, why can your Excellency deliver the Ring of Scales? Has Your Excellency mastered the godhead of Libra?" Anthony asked.
He knew the news that Libra was killed by Ange, but he didn't expect that even Libra's ability could be transferred to him. Could it be that you have completely mastered the godhead of the God of Libra?
This is the God of Libra, one of the main gods of light. If you can master it, wouldn't it be easy to steal the faith of light?
"Half of it, I just grabbed a scale ring. It is said to be able to weigh everything in the world, but I don't know how to weigh it. I haven't seen Ange use it. Maybe it can't be used for farming," Negris said.
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Anthony said: "I have experienced it and can see the enemy's energy intensity. Sir, can you see my energy intensity?"
Ange turned to look at him and said: "Green."
"Green? What does it mean?" Anthony asked in confusion. He had seen a colorful ribbon before, but he didn't dare to be distracted during the battle and didn't understand what it meant.
"Green, don't worry, yellow, be careful, red, very dangerous." Ange said.
After some explanation, Nigris and Anthony finally understood what it meant. What Ange saw was also a colorful ribbon, with any color. Some were greener, some were bluer, and some were more orange. Don't pay attention to these.
If it is yellowish, you need to be more vigilant. If it is red, it means it is very dangerous and you need to be careful.
In addition to energy intensity, Ange can also see weight, volume, and other data. It is worthy of being the ring of scales that weighs all things.
Putting this kind of ability on Ange is simply useless. It is better to put it on a tailor, who can know what size the customer wears at a glance.
The Heart of the Holy Spirit could not recover for a while, so Anthony had to go back first and come back a month later.
Taking advantage of this free time, Nigris set up three illusion simulation circles in Obanli, Ange himself had two, and arranged the third one for Sava's pharmacy and alchemy laboratory.
Pharmacy and alchemy are the professions that most need this kind of simulated magic circle, so Sava's eyes gleamed with excitement and she shouted excitedly: "Sir, I will be yours from now on, you can do whatever you want to me!"
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In the Land of Sinking, Harvey woke up from his deep sleep, raised his hand in front of his eyes, and looked at the ball of holy light in his palm: "Why is this thing getting more and more powerful?"
The fire of public belief in the palm of his hand had grown a lot, and it had already brought a little discomfort to Harvey, waking him up from his deep sleep.
"Do you want to go see the great sage?" Harvey felt that this was not going to work and he had to find a way to deal with it. He finally got up and came to the entrance of the cave to take a look: "The sun is so hot, forget it, let's talk about it forever.
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Harvey murmured and turned around, raised his palm and blew on it hard.
Qi is the breath of the soul, like a line of ice, quickly freezing the flame in the palm of your hand.
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City of Light, Holy Court, Temple of Holy Light.
Believers often say that the Holy Court refers to the Holy Light Temple in the City of Light. This is the center of power of the Church of Light, covering an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers. It is a self-contained independent city.
The Temple of Holy Light is the center of the City of Light and the place where the Pope resides.
However, under normal circumstances, the Eastern and Western dioceses also have their own temples, which are habitually called the Holy Light Temple, but they will not be written like this in writing. Whenever the Holy Temple appears in writing, it must refer to the Temple of Holy Light.
Pope Gugliani is the owner of this place. Occasionally, people call him Giuliani, which is slightly disdainful in pronunciation.
In the corner of the garden of the temple, Guliani was receiving Dyson. Dyson, who was neatly crowned and extremely solemn, followed Guliani in regular clothes, like a little follower.
As Guliani wandered around, he said word by word: "The Western Parish has a heavy responsibility and the situation is very complicated. Various forces are crisscrossed and it borders the Elf Forest. It is easy to make mistakes if you are not careful.
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"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely handle it well." Dyson said respectfully, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Wearing a heavy dress and a crown weighing more than ten kilograms on his head, Dyson's neck was about to be crushed.
It is true that his strength allows him to ignore the weight of his attire, but the problem is that following Guliani, he does not dare to use strength and can only rely on his body to carry it.
It's okay to carry it hard, but it will make you sweat. At this moment, he was sweating all over his body and his underwear was soaked.
However, Guliani still had nothing to say, and he said some nonsensical words. His warnings did not look like warnings, and his orders did not look like orders. They were no different from chatting with the old farmers at the entrance of the village.
While expressing his loyalty, Dyson's mind was spinning. Guliani could not have deliberately made things difficult for him. There must be something that he failed to satisfy His Majesty. As for what? He needed to figure it out.
He had already tested it out just now, saying that he would make a large donation, and that he could sell out several key positions so that Guliani could install his people, but Guliani changed the subject.
Obviously, my statement failed to capture Your Majesty's true concern.
What is it? Dyson thought so hard that his head almost exploded. He realized that he had stayed in the Sunken Land for too long and was somewhat out of touch with the main plane. He didn't even know what His Majesty the Pope really cared about.
Thinking of this, Dyson said sincerely: "Your Majesty, I have stayed in the wild and sunken land for too long, and I have been fighting with brainless undead creatures for too long. My mind has become a little slow, and I don't even know the true interests of the church.
Where is it, please remind me."
"You are wrong. Even if you are in the wilderness, you must always bear in mind that the real interests of the church are of course the believers." Guliani said.
Dyson thought: Believers? Believers? It seems that the problem lies with the believers. What does it mean? Do you want me to expand the number of believers?
Impossible, this is what a bishop should do, no need to beat around the bush, just say it directly. Do you want me to reduce the number of believers? This is easy to handle, just a few major plagues and famines, but what does this mean to him?
After pondering for a while, Dyson said tentatively: "Believers are like lost lambs. They can't see clearly the fog ahead, and they need shepherds to guide them from time to time. I have stayed in the Land of Perdition for too long, and sometimes I am confused.
I hope the Holy See can provide support and send some devout priests to come over and grasp the direction of faith."
Guliani smiled, nodded and said: "You do need guidance at all times, otherwise you will be like Anthony, deceived by the evil god. You are good, keep a pious heart, don't imitate Anthony."
Dyson's heart was beating wildly. He understood what Guliani wanted to do, he wanted to steal faith!
And he was already doing it. Guliani looked at his eyes at this moment, and his pupils were actually golden, showing it to him unabashedly.
Oh my god, golden pupils, this is at least the sign of a demigod. Guliani already has a demigod body?
Dyson knelt on the ground in fear, his forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to move. Guliani's unabashed display to him meant that he had only two choices left, survival or destruction?
"Please give me your guidance!" Dyson shouted loudly without raising his head.
"Go and lead the believers to the right path." Guliani smiled kindly, and a scepter slowly appeared in his hand.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Dyson stood up and responded loudly. After speaking, he noticed the scepter in Guliani's hand: "Huh? The papal scepter? Is this the old papal scepter? Isn't it lost?
?Where did you find it?”
It’s okay not to mention it, but it’s embarrassing to mention Guliani: “Well, Anthony offered it.”
"Ah? Anthony presented it? Why did he..." Dyson was at a loss. Anthony and the Holy See were almost on the verge of breaking up. Why did he still offer the papal scepter with such great symbolic meaning?
"Alas, I fell into that guy's trap. This is just a piece of shit. He held an exhibition of lost holy objects from the church. I don't know where he collected a lot of lost holy objects from. In the east
Touring exhibitions in various cities in the diocese, they also said that these sacred objects are spiritual and only those who are truly recognized can use them, and then presented the papal scepter to me."
"When I got it, I saw that it was indeed the papal scepter, but it was mostly rotten and repaired. I couldn't use it. If I didn't use it, I wouldn't get the recognition of the scepter. I was so angry."
Gugliani's rare erratic behavior was completely different from the unabashed Pope's appearance just now.
Dyson suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. He was still being squeezed by Guliani and did not dare to resist, but Anthony had already begun to play with the Pope. Is this the gap?
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To be continued...