Is it necessary to gnaw on the rice grains spread all over the ground?

If this wasn't Heaven, it would be one thing, but the Square of the Gods, Holy Light Avenue, the Light Dome, everything, everything is exactly as described in the Holy Code, this is Heaven.

Then the question arises, where are the believers who were led to Heaven?

If they were arranged elsewhere, it would be one thing, but it's more likely that there was never any guidance at all, and all the believers were disposed of by them.

Shamara was so enraged that she even made an Oath to Slay God; clearly, she had found the answer.

"Was it your inner voice that told you again? Sigh, you should ask me first before making rash vows. What if the Gods of Light are no more, how are you going to slay them? What happens if you can't fulfill your oath?" Negris said.

Whether it's a Soul Oath or an Oath to Slay God, both involve gains and losses. A Soul Oath establishes a Soul Contact, connecting to the Monarch's Soul Network, which allows one to borrow the Monarch's power at will.

For example, Oke, who never learned magic, managed to kill Hermorthos with the strength of his fanatical belief, aided by Ange's power.

Although Hermorthos was rather weak, he was still a deity; don't mistake the Insect God for anything less significant.

The Oath to Slay God is the same; it solidified Shamara's belief, leading to more condensed divine power and a significant increase in strength. But it comes at a price; if the oath is unfulfilled, the consequences could be dire.

But now that the Gods of Light are gone, where can Shamara go to complete her oath?

Shamara said with a strange expression, "Though I appreciate your concern, don't worry, my oath has no time limit."

"Pfft…" Negris almost spit out a mouthful of blood but then remembered that indeed, there were no time limits in Shamara's vow, meaning it didn't matter when it was fulfilled.

"I didn't expect someone with such clear brows and bright eyes like you to have learned such tricks," Negris said, surprised that someone as pure as her would resort to such sneaky tactics.

Shamara smiled slightly: "The Church had these tactics many years ago, I simply disdained to use them. But now it doesn't matter."

The last "it doesn't matter" gave Negris a bitter feeling. Before, she was just disappointed in the Church of Light, but now she was disappointed in all of Light.

A fanatic had become an apostate, sworn to slay a god.

Negris sighed inwardly, not knowing what to say, just silently walking on until they completed a big circle and returned to this end of Holy Light Avenue.

At this end of Holy Light Avenue, which passed through the Square of the Gods, stood a majestic temple at the end; climbing the long steps to enter, all that could be seen was an empty temple entrance with a lonely statue standing solitary.

It was the statue of a Holy Spirit Angel, about one meter forty in height, with large wings, stepping forward, head tilted skyward, hands as if shouldering something and pointing obliquely to the sky, as if ready to launch something at any moment.

Whether it was the expression on the face or the wings behind it, all were incredibly lifelike, like the work of a master sculptor.

Such statues are common around here. Around the Square of the Gods, statues of various deities stand, nothing unusual; the only thing is that this statue was more finely detailed and stood at the entrance, somewhat obstructing the way.

Ange was about to walk around the statue when, passing it, he suddenly stopped and hesitantly said, "It's real."

"Real? What's real?" Negris asked, puzzled.

"A real Holy Spirit, petrified," Ange said.

Negris projected his thoughts into the statue, delving deep inside, and indeed "saw" the distinct structures of flesh and bones, which a statue could not possibly carve out internally.

"Indeed, it is real, not stone; it's been petrified? What happened?" Negris was astonished.

If this was a real Holy Spirit, then with its height plus wings, it must be at least a Six-winged Archangel.

And the shape of one pair of its wings also matched Negris' guess; an angel has only one pair of True Wings, and whether with four or six wings, the rest are Light Wings, which would disappear after petrification.

Why would a Six-winged Archangel get petrified here? Was Heaven invaded, or was there another reason?

This was a Six-winged Archangel that could contend with Steadfast Locke.

"It seems to be bearing a weapon; look around, are there any weapons nearby?" Negris suddenly said, as if a thought occurred to him.

However, he thought too much; there was nothing around, not even dust, spotless clean, the kind of clean where even a cleaner would be out of a job.

Angered, Negris cursed, "Take the statue away, Kvada, this Heaven is as poor as a ghost. There's no weapons, equipment, treasures, or food, only some immovable structures left. This trip is a total loss."

Ange collected the Petrified Angel.

They continued inward into the temple.

Finally, in this temple, they found some different things – these were coffins, laid out in one of the chambers of the temple.

Ange lifted one, and, indeed, it was a coffin; inside lay a delicate, white skeleton, quietly resting.

The God of Knowledge of today had already updated the knowledge about such skeletons and recognized at a glance that it was a holy relic.

"They're all First Order Angels of one meter ninety, useless." Ange already had thousands of such relics in his possession, of no use to him.

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