1323 Finger Bone of the Heretic God Part 1 (1/2)

Rafel looked at the Violet Angel. In a rather displeased manner, she asked ”Why make it look like an angel?”

”Do you have a suggestion?” Saleen asked in return.

Rafel was speechless. If Nailisi were present, she would have struggled to hold back her laughter.

”Alright. Fycro is indeed a huge pain in the ass,” Saleen said. ”He has set us up in our line of defense. The abominations wouldn't have all charged in this direction.”

Rafel nodded and said, ”There is one thing buried in this location.” She pointed tens of feet behind her.

Saleen's expression was rather colorful as he stared for a while. He finally asked, ”If you knew, why didn't you tell me sooner?”

”I thought you were practicing combat techniques and wouldn't have minded such a trap,” Rafel replied.

Saleen was speechless. There were indeed mages who chose to put items right behind them to attract the attention of magic beasts or beings of greater power. They would themselves in dangerous just to hone their combat skills. Enemies would have rushed from all sides in a frenzy.

”Alright. It's over there, right?” Saleen asked.

”There indeed.” Rafel looked rather innocent as she answered Saleen's question.

”Violet Angel, hold this and help me repel the enemy,” Saleen said as he handed the bone hammer to the Violet Angel.

The Violet Angel unquestioningly stood before the War Drum of Fear, staring down at the face of the drum. It found it looked rather familiar.

The sound of the drum rang out. The power emanating from the drum was tens of times stronger than when Saleen was beating it. The abominations were thrown into a state of confusion and panic. They no longer charged at his line of defense. They instead began to scatter.

The pressure on the Floating City was considerably relieved. Armies from the other corners began to truly throw themselves into battle. The abominations newly emerged from the portal no longer headed toward Saleen's direction after hearing the sound of the drum. The abominations feared the War Drum of Fear from the bottom of their hearts. They did not want to get anywhere close to the Violet Angel.

With the pressure relieved, Saleen took the chance to get to the place Rafel had mentioned. The archangel followed behind him. She saw Saleen take out some construction puppets, commanding them to dig the ground.

The ground was incredibly hard since it had been forged by his magic. Despite having dispelled the magic used to construct the place, the ground was still hard as steel. The construction puppets were made specifically for constructing Metatrin City. The tools they were installed with were specifically designed to tackle hard materials like white rock.

Over a dozen magic drill bits broke through the ground. Large grinding wheels spun at high speeds, tearing the ground apart. Huge rocks were moved away after a hole was dug. More of the puppets participated in the excavation. Once the hole was around 320-feet deep, construction puppet was repelled by a beam of white light that disintegrated midair.

Rafel pointed at the mechanical components in the air. The parts, which were flying quicker than bolts fired from alchemy crossbows, stopped altogether before dropping straight down to the ground.

Saleen was unfettered. It was entirely normal for level 13 angels to possess such abilities. He shrunk his territory and put all of his effort into dealing with the white light in the hole. It was the holy light of the Lord of Glory.

He was initially not able to take it in. After he developed territorial powers, the electricity within his territory became able to dispel holy light. The hole began to dim. He summoned star figures to leap into the hole before bringing Rafel into it himself.

There was a small divine rune charm array in the hole. The way Saleen saw it, the array was second only to his Lightning Territory.

Tens of millions of holy prose stacked together and formed an array that was less than 6 feet in diameter. The light from the array shimmered. Even if Saleen were to bring all of his territory's power to bear on it, the array would still be difficult to break.

”Fycro, you've really prepared quite a gift for me here!” Saleen smirked.

Being pinned below the array was likely why the abominations kept charging his turf. It was something able to attract the army of abominations despite being tightly sealed. Saleen would not have believed it if Fycro claimed he had never been to the abomination plane. The thing pinned below had considerable attraction to the abominations.

”Your Highness Saleen!” Rafel suddenly called out in a solemn manner.

”What?” Saleen asked.

”If we were to dig out what is down there, I'm afraid not even the War Drum of Fear would not be able to stop the abominations,” Rafel said as her golden eyes stared below the divine rune charm array. It was as if she had seen through the seal.

”What is it down there?” Saleen asked.

”The abominations worshipped a god, and that thing was the foulest creature there was,” Rafel tensely said. ”The thing down there is a section of a finger bone. If that thing were to be excavated, even troops of lower levels would have been tempted and turned into abominations.”

She had signed a contract with Saleen. If he were to become an abomination, she would have had no way of cancelling it.