Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 261: Chapter 175 Pray for Your Divine Power to Descend_1

Translator: 549690339

With a crunchy sound, Little Angel felt like she ran over something. She stopped in confusion, and then a horrific scream erupted beside her. A middle-aged woman sat there screaming, holding her ankle bent to a horrifying angle of about seventy-eight degrees.

At her screams, two muscular female guards rushed out of the room, ran over in haste, and helped the woman, asking anxiously, “Madam, Madam, are you okay? What happened?”

The woman cried as she clutched her leg, “My leg, my leg, it was her, it was her. Catch her, catch her.”

Little Angel was somewhat bewildered, tilting her head to look at the woman’s broken leg. It seemed… she had caused the injury. Would this be considered hitting someone?

As the two female guards charged toward her with claws bared, Little Angel started to chuckle. They were the ones who struck first, so retaliating wouldn’t be considered hitting someone.

With a punch to the left and a punch to the right, the two female guards flew back, clutching their black eyes. They were such low-level opponents that she didn’t need to use the Holy Light.

As per Lord Ange’s demand, Little Angel measured her punches well enough not to hurt anyone too badly.

After dealing with the enemies, Little Angel turned around and scampered off.

As the two female guards carried off the middle-aged woman, they left with a roar, “Remember this! Go, go, go, we are going to get some people and tear down this lousy shop.”

The whole Face Purification Beauty Store fell into chaos. A beautiful and fair-skinned young woman ran out and questioned an employee, her face turned pale at the answer: “That female tyrannosaur? This is a disaster. She is the most ferocious woman in Roland City. How did you offend her?”

The female employee who had been slapped covered her face, crying, “She demanded that I remove her spots and wrinkles. I said that I couldn’t do it, so she got angry and hit me. I ran off to look for you, but as soon as I left the room, she vented her anger on a little girl, tried to kick her, and somehow managed to break her own foot.”

“Venting her anger on a little girl? She broke her own foot? How forceful was she? If she had kicked the child, it would have been tragic. That’s too cruel, too detestable.” The young woman scolded in anger, but she soon furrowed her brows again:

“This female tyrannosaur won’t listen to reason. Now that she’s suffered such a loss and broken her leg, she will surely not let this slide. She’s the widow of Count Tulo and her brother is the City Defense Army Commander of Roland City. She can call on the City Defense Army to give us trouble at any time. Get the customers out quickly, and you should also leave. Come back when this trouble is over.”

The female employee, still covering her face, asked, “What about you, manager Katie?”

“Of course I will stay and mind the store. This is Lord Ange’s property, and we can’t let others destroy it carelessly. I won’t even have to think about such a thing,” said store manager Katie without hesitation.

When she mentioned ‘Lord Ange,’ Ange, who was standing not far from the corner of this block, sensed her information very clearly and couldn’t help looking in this direction out of curiosity.

“But…” Katie was clearly unsure if the other party would resort to violence. If she stayed while everyone else left, wouldn’t it be very dangerous?

Katie, however, insisted on driving everyone out, “Go, go, go. Hurry and leave. Go find that little girl and get her out of here too. Do you know whose child she is?”

Not long after she had finished speaking, Little Angel ran back in, having completed the circle Ange told her to do.

The female shop assistant who had been slapped hurriedly stopped Little Angel, “Little girl, little girl, where are your parents? Where are they?”

Little Angel pointed toward the door, meaning to say: The adults are outside.

However, before she could finish, about a dozen soldiers suddenly stormed in through the front door, waving their weapons and blocking the entrance.

Katie exclaimed with a lost voice: “Oh no, bless me master.” As she spoke, she quickly moved forward, pulling back the Little Angel and the staff, spreading her arms to protect those behind her.

With her cry for divine protection, Ange finally thought of what he could do and quickly projected his consciousness.

Such projection, he had performed three times before. The previous two were when Silver Coin had just died and was reincarnated. This was the third time, but the situation was drastically different.

The two times with Silver Coin were projections across the planes, but now it was just through a few walls. The clarity was so striking that it was as if he was there in person, as if he had replaced Katie and stood in her place, only slightly less real than having a soul contact with Little Angel.

Ange, as though he were on the scene himself, ‘saw’ a middle-aged woman with a broken leg, being carried into the doorway by her two female guards.

Katie looked at the middle-aged woman’s iron-blue twisted face and quickly said: “Countess, I am very sorry that this has happened. I am willing to compensate for your loss and actively heal you. Please forgive them.”

The Countess paid no attention to Katie’s words, her short, fat finger pointed at something, and she ordered her soldiers: “Go and grab those people, I want to scar their faces, then sell them into the cheapest tavern.”

The soldiers’ eyes lit up at her order, a lecherous smile appeared on their faces, excitedly rushing forward.

Katie’s complexion changed drastically. She hadn’t expected the Count’s widow to be so overbearing, hurriedly adding: “Countess, you can’t do this, it wasn’t intentional, this establishment is property of the Silver Chamber of Commerce, you can’t run rampant.”

“Silver Chamber of Commerce? Never heard of it. Whether you are silver or black, I am going to demolish this place today. None of you will escape, I will scar all your faces, and then sell you to the cheapest tavern so you can be slept on by commoners every day! Grab them!”

A look of despair filled Katie’s face, she had tried to reason with her, but did not expect, when an overbearing person entirely rejects reason, how powerless she would feel.

The middle-aged woman’s words made her tremble, the thought of her face being destroyed, living in a cheap tavern, being disgraced every day by lowly men, she wished she could head-butt against a wall and die.

Even more despairing was that the woman’s words were very likely to become reality. Even if Chairman Silver Coin knew and came to save her, that would be days later. By the time she was rescued, she probably wouldn’t want to live anyway.

For the first time, Katie regretted not learning some magic or martial arts, so she could protect herself at a critical time.

Despite her despair and fear, Katie still firmly protected the Little Angel and female employees behind her, shouting loudly: “It’s okay to do whatever you want with me, but they are still young and naive, please let them go.”

“None of you can get away! Ah~” the middle-aged woman screamed hysterically, probably because she had moved her broken leg, causing her to moan in pain with an even more vicious look in her eyes.

Seeing that kind of look, Katie knew there was no possible reconciliation. She closed her eyes in despair, muttering: “God bless, I am willing to devote my body and soul, praying for your divine power to come…”

Originally just a prayer of desperation, Katie didn’t think anything would change, just pinned her last hope. However, with her muttering, an overwhelmingly powerful force suddenly rushed into her body.

A flash of powerful force, from her forehead through to the soles of her feet, made her shudder. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if driven by an urge to grasp something.

The soldiers rushed in front of her, reached out to grab her, but with impure motives, their hands were misplaced.

Katie clenched her fist abruptly, and a Holy Light Staff appeared in her hand.

Staff? Should I use magic or Divine Arts? The doubt flashed through her mind, but her hands involuntarily swung the Holy Light Staff, hitting the soldier in front of her on the head.