Chapter 409: So Annoying, I Miss Bronze Dragon_2

Ange pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Tomb Guardian, Lord Holy Spirit, I am Albert, the Tomb Guardian of the stone chamber, specifically tasked with guarding the stone chamber cemetery." The priest replied hastily.

If Ange had remained silent, the man might have wet himself by now. Asking questions was a good sign.

Ange asked again, "Who am I?"

"Huh?!" This question threw Albert for a loop, "You? Are you not Lord Holy Spirit? The slumbering soul awakens, the decaying body housing a holy spirit. The sacred Light Wings shelter the world, and with a holy sword, you judge all realms and condemn evil."

Ange tilted his head, a familiar tune. The Church of Light? There's a Church of Light here too?

Somehow lost, Ange suddenly knew what to do. He mustn't forget his other identity — Ascetic Monk An. Playing the role of a cultivator of Light was second nature to him, and he easily fell into his familiar rhythm.

Ange looked at Albert and said, "You are guilty."