NOVEL NEXT Chapter 348 - 216: Got It, Belongs Here_1
Chapter 348: Chapter 216: Got It, Belongs Here_1
The two attendants knelt down abruptly, speaking loudly, “Greetings, sir. Are these yours? This lowlife stole your possessions, please forgive her. We’ll take her away immediately.”
Ange tilted his head, looked at the little girl who was trembling with fear, about to burst into tears hugging her brother, then glanced at the two aggressively attendant, then suddenly said, “You’re lying.”
A pure wave of holy power spread out. With a few snaps, several shackles composed of holy light emerged from the ground, firmly binding the two attendants.
“Original Sin Shackles?!” The two attendants turned pale with fright, crying out in panic, “Please spare us, sir, you’ve misunderstood, we’re innocent! We are attendants of God’s Knight Samaran, we’re not sinners.”
“Original Sin Shackles?!” Within Ange’s soul, Negris exclaimed in alarm, “When did you learn Original Sin Shackles? How did you use it without uttering a Holy Word?”
The shocking part for Negris was that Ange had unknowingly learned the Original Sin Shackles, but what surprised him more was that Ange didn’t use Holy Words such as ‘In God’s name’.
God, he’s using his own power to condemn these two because he is a god. His words are holy!
But the issue is, he’s an Undead God. Even if he can condemn them in his own name, what he should cast shouldn’t be Original Sin Shackles, but the Evil Prison.
Negris was baffled. He had lived for over ten thousand years and had never seen such a ridiculous situation.
Ange was just as confused. He only felt these two humans were lying and had simply stated the fact. Why did these shackles appear?
Original Sin Shackles? He remembered when he first encountered Nikola, he had used them against him. However, they shattered upon contact, and Nikola was horrified to find an innocent.
But back then, all he saw were light chains. Yet the current chains, he ‘saw’ their information as soon as he looked at them. The two attendants were bound by the ‘Pride’ and ‘Greed’ chains, and one of them had an extra chain of ‘Lust’.
“Why can I see these?” Ange asked with bafflement through Soul Contact.
Negris responded, “I wouldn’t know. I can’t use Original Sin Shackles. Ask Anthony.”
Ange contacted Anthony through Soul Contact. Anthony confidently replied, “I can’t see, nor can I see the information on each chain. Why would anyone need to? I’ll burn all the sinners no matter what sin they’ve committed.”
If Anthony could not see the information on the chains, then likely neither could Nikola or even Pope Guliani. Ange was different from them.
“This proves even more that these shackles were cast using your power, Kvada. Who would dare say you’re not from the Church of Light now? Even if you took off your hat and exposed your skeletal structure, no one would believe you’re an undead. Can you do anything else?” Negris said.
Well then, now even if Ange took off his hat and told people he was an undead, no one would care. A being capable of casting Original Sin Shackles, even if he’s a skeleton, is definitely a god’s skeleton!
Ange shook his head. He had no idea how he had cast it. He only felt that the two people were lying.
While Ange was considering asking, the Original Sin Shackles tightened and began to burn. The holy flames seared the two attendants, causing them to scream in agony.
All the people in this area were startled, and the listless poor gradually gathered. The eyes of the beggars lit up with added vigor and hatred, and they eagerly watched the screaming attendants with relief.
The manager of this area was also alerted by this event. A group of knights rushed over, ruthlessly whipping the poor people in their path, “Move, move!” and forcibly cleared a path.
However, when they reached the front and saw the situation, the leading paladin’s expression changed greatly. He immediately dismounted from his horse and knelt down in respect.
The team members behind their captain were dumbfounded but quickly followed suit and knelt in respect.
Then, without uttering a word, the leading paladin stood up with head bowed, led his horse, and retreated faster than on their arrival.
After retreating to the outskirts of the crowd and leaving Ange’s field of vision, the leading paladin sighed in relief and removed his helmet to wipe his sweaty forehead.
One of his subordinates asked in confusion, “Captain, what happened there? Do you know that man? Is he dangerous?”
The leading paladin shook his head, “I don’t know the man, but I know the Original Sin Shackles. That was a trial.”
“Oh, so those chains were the Original Sin Shackles? Then why did we retreat? Shouldn’t we help maintain order for him?” A young knight asked.
The leading paladin looked at him oddly and mocked, “So, you’re innocent eh? Never peeked at the neighbor’s aunt while she was bathing?”
The young knight’s face turned crimson with embarrassment, but he retorted, “Of course I have, I’ve done more than just peek.”
“Tsk tsk, that’s lust. Have you ever taken bribes? That’s greed. Have you ever beaten those poor people? That’s wrath. Have you ever not wanted to get up before eight? That’s sloth. Liability feeds so many original sins. If that man accuses you of having sins, can you guarantee your innocence? Help him? Or even watch? Go away, go far away, don’t let him see you.”