Chapter 434 - - 421 Nobody can escape Duge’s recruitment_3

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“Nobb, as long as you know what kind of person I am, there’s no need to say it out loud,” Duge said with a smile, glancing at him. “I don’t need flatterers around me.”

“Yes, Your Respected King Holley.”

Nobb exhaled softly, obediently stepping aside to wait for Duge to finish with other matters so that he could have an opportunity for a heartfelt conversation. Many dialogues between Alien Warriors were not suitable for outsiders to hear, and he was aware of that.

Duge paid no further attention to Nobb but instead turned to look at the Pope: “Pope Rumen, you have misunderstood one thing, I have never been any kind of Evil God; my Divine Power comes from the Sea God, and my father is Vels Aros, a native of this planet. Don’t make that mistake again.”

“Yes.” The Pope wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing out a bitter smile.

He was the one who had offended Duge the most, and it was he who had summoned Reilir and had him beaten by Duge.

Having offended the two most powerful individuals, the Pope was already panicking. How could he possibly think everything through in such a short time?

“Rumen, next, we will tour various places, and your mission will be to confess your sins in every place, to remind everyone tempted to commit crimes with your own example and to warn them to be wholly good; otherwise, their end will be like yours. Can you do that?” Duge said to the Pope, speaking sternly.

“…” The Pope stared blankly at Duge. If he confessed in every place, what would become of his reputation?

“You’re unwilling?” Duge frowned. “Think about those whom you’ve killed, those whom you’ve humiliated; my punishment for you is already light enough.”

Gulp!

The Pope swallowed his saliva, “I am willing.”

Better to live than to die, the higher one’s position, the stronger their heart. Dignity for them was something that could be dispensed with.

He had learned everything about the Evil God through Nobb and knew that Duge would not stay in this world for much longer.

To live, to wait for Duge to leave this world, and then he would have a chance to rise again.

Duge apparently planned to deal with the Angels of the Solar God Temple through Reilir. Everyone has their own agenda, and everyone made mistakes while the Solar God slumbered.

In this period, by developing good relations with the many Angels who shared his plight, his life might just reach another pinnacle. There is a saying that hope is always nurtured in disasters.

“Rumen, who discovered your sins?” Duge asked.

“It was King Holley.” After regaining his composure, the Pope’s thoughts became clearer, and he no longer made such rookie mistakes.

“Right, it was me. For the sake of justice, I had a difficult fight with you, a wicked man, and was nearly slain by you. In the final hour, it was the Divine Envoy Reilir, arriving in the Chariot of the Solar God, who suppressed you, rescuing the just and valiant King Holley, who feared no sacrifice. The entire story should highlight my bravery and your powerful evil…” Duge looked at the Pope, speaking instructively, “Do you understand?”

“I understand!” The Pope grimaced inwardly, thinking, who would believe such a tale when you tore off the six-winged Angel’s wings? Now I know why you wanted the people to leave!

This man simply wanted to fool those poor people, to establish his own grand image in their hearts, to harvest their faith…

Nobb had witnessed Duge’s entire battle and subsequent arrangements, but now, he was becoming more confused. He had completely lost track of Duge’s key points and could not see through him at all.

“Reilir, do you understand?” Duge turned to the Angel, saying, “This is a good opportunity to maintain your image, don’t miss it.”

Reilir had been pondering the matter of the so-called Evil God from another realm.

He also understood why he couldn’t find Duge’s original form in the Demon Realm—no wonder Raphael had no warning; it turned out he was from another world…

However, speaking of appearance, Reilir subconsciously looked towards the six wings that Duge had torn off and said bitterly, “King Holley, perhaps we could find another angel to replace me, my wings…”

“It’s just wings, right?” Duge glanced at him with a smile and said, “Reilir, I’m quite good at medicine too. In a little while, I’ll reattach your wings. With the assistance of a bishop’s Holy Light, you should recover quite quickly. If I had known you were this useless, I wouldn’t have torn off so many of your wings!”

“…” Reilir’s eyes twitched violently a few times, and suddenly, he didn’t want to say a word.

Duge looked at him curiously and asked, “Reilir, speaking of which, I’m quite curious. During battles, you angels must have had wings severed before, right? How do you recover?”

“Usually, we wait for them to grow back. Generally, in battle, the wings that get chopped off are damaged, and even if reattached, they wouldn’t function well.” Reilir looked at Duge and spoke hesitantly, “Wings are a symbol of strength and status. The Holy Pool of the Solar God Temple is specifically for treating angels. Someone like me, who had six wings ripped off, would probably take more than ten years of cultivation in the Holy Pool to recover my previous strength.”

“More than ten years! That’s too long, we can’t wait.” Duge shook his head. “I’ll reattach them for you instead, Reilir. Don’t worry, my medicine skills are very good…”

Medicine, what don’t you excel at?

Nobb complained inwardly.

After two consecutive Alien Battlefields, Qiyuan Star had claimed first place, and research into new tactics had become a top priority for every star, whether for Leng Shi or Wang Chong.

Now, with Duge skilled in medicine, Nobb had a very bad hunch.

As for Reilir, he had long since ceased to care. The recent battle with Duge was the nightmare of his life. Compared to that brutal fight, manually reattaching a wing was really no big deal…

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What followed.

With the cooperation of a group of bishops, Duge successfully reattached Reilir’s six wings.

The wings, nourished by the Sea God’s Power, did not lose their vitality, and the medical skills Duge learned from the Medical Immortal Sect didn’t fail.

Although the reattached wings looked a bit awkward, they were not significantly worse functionally, and good enough to fool some civilians who had never seen an angel.

However.

Duge also reminded himself that in the future, when he battles angels, he must not be so violent as to tear off their wings; it’s better to sever them with a sword for easier reattachment, at the very least the wounds are cleaner…

Afterward.

Duge and Reilir, now restored to his angel form, along with others, renegotiated the details of their prestige farming and then experienced riding the Chariot of the Solar God, enjoying the thrill of racing.

Apart from not being able to carry too many people, the speed of the Chariot of the Solar God far surpassed his flying speed.

With this highly mobile artifact, distance was suddenly not an issue. Duge felt that perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he could really finish this Alien Battlefield.

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