Angel

Jokes aside, once reason returned, everyone—including Harvey himself—harbored the thought: *Has the Gospel broken?* If you said the Heath family, the Bogin family, or the Doran family, everyone could accept it. After all, even if these people were currently single or might remain single forever, the concept of "love and family" still existed in their hearts. But "the Harvey family"—that phrase sounded like a corpse culinary study group. It wasn't that corpses couldn't study cooking, but that corpses had no need whatsoever to eat food like Lalafell. Harvey needed neither love nor family. The other nine undead clans on the Family Leaderboard, though undead, still retained a vestige of love in their hearts and still knew to carry on and protect their families, barely meeting the conditions to rank on the Family Leaderboard. As for Harvey... if the undead clans were living people resembling the dead, then Harvey was a dead man resembling the living. If Harvey were to say to them one day, "Why has my heart stopped beating?", everyone would only think there was nothing wrong with the heart; it was simply that he himself had lost the will to live, causing his heart to skip work, and Harvey ought to pay the heart double severance in compensation. Because Harvey had gone mad long ago. Perhaps he had gone mad back in Shattered Lake. He suffered from acute paranoia and auditory hallucinations. Although no one paid it much mind, Harvey frequently chatted with Alice. The only reason he could speak with them so normally and naturally was purely because, whenever he was alone with Alice, they had an endless stream of topics to discuss. On the rare occasion Yaxiu looked for him, he could hear Harvey's laughter from outside the door. Not the sinister, cackling chortle of a villain, but bright, hearty laughter that brought to mind a tanned, curly blond hunk in board shorts. It was genuinely terrifying; Yaxiu had been so spooked he nearly turned and fled. He was certain everyone had used the Book of Gospel to ask, "Can Alice talk to Harvey?", only to receive an answer that chilled them to the bone. Still, Harvey managed to lock his morbidity away within his coffin, so no one pried. Neither Igola nor Yaxiu disturbed him—Igola because he didn't care, and Yaxiu because he was powerless to do anything about it. Harvey might establish an army, a faction, or even a religious sect, but he could never create a family. "Love and family" was the very antonym of Archibald Harvey. Harvey thought so too, which was why his remark about Yaxiu dragging him down wasn't entirely a joke—he strongly suspected Yaxiu's rutting pheromones had rubbed off on him. Just then, Banjie produced a stack of emergency biscuits from his briefcase, letting them snack while watching the leaderboard. Once they finished reading the traits of the Blood Moon Corpse King clan, their very first thought was: *This zombie is about to make it big!* [Blood-Devouring Aura: All living creatures within range of the aura suffer constant torment as their blood flows in reverse, even bursting through their blood vessels on its own to converge upon the Blood Moon Corpse King, healing the Corpse King's injuries.] [Starving Wolf Giant Corpse Transformation: The Blood Moon Corpse King can transform into a werewolf form, drastically increasing attack speed and movement speed.] [Undying: The Blood Moon Corpse King can consume souls within its body to heal itself. The Corpse King's skin is tough and imperishable, granting immunity to the vast majority of damage.] [Tombstone Soulbind: The Blood Moon Corpse King can create a colossal tombstone. Within the tombstone's range, all corpses will be randomly converted into undead unit types such as mist spirits, mech spirits, spirit reapers, shadow spirits... nether knights, dracoliches, and more. This effect persists until the tombstone collapses.] [Immune to Miracle Weaving: Grants immunity to the negative effects of miracle weaving.] Almost every single one of these five traits was exceedingly practical. Combined with the Blood Moon Corpse King's immense physique, it was practically a war machine on par with a Legendary Sorcerer! Judging from the previous rewards, Harvey ought to receive an item that allowed him to freely transform into a Blood Moon Corpse King, which meant Harvey could already be considered legendary combat power! The Book of Gospel continued to update. However, where Harvey's reward should have been displayed, it unexpectedly played the subsequent video footage first. ""Is this Burdette's true tomb? As a sorcerer, taking all his legacy into the grave with him is a bit too stingy. He could've at least left something for his family."" ""Don't presume to guess a necromancer's mind with your feeble thinking. His descendants couldn't even find his true tomb, so what right do they have to inherit an angel's legacy? Still, they did provide the clues to this inheritance. In return, when I go back, I'll grant the Burdette family eternal rest."" ""I dare say the Burdette family will be moved to tears when they hear about your repayment."" In the footage, two figures walked down a corridor within a grand and solemn golden hall. Along both sides of the corridor stood silver knight statues over a dozen meters tall, like colossal tombstones or fanatical pilgrims. The golden floor was adorned with dazzling patterns, but on closer inspection, they were all designs formed by arrangements of bones—both sacred and horrific, brilliant yet eerie. "An angel?!" Annan stared at the Book of Gospel in shock. Seizing the opportunity, Lisi slipped free, burrowed back into Yaxiu's arms, and asked curiously, "An angel? Like the ones in fairy tales?" Yaxiu, Igola, and Harvey looked over in curiosity as well. Annan gave Harvey a complicated look and said, "Not the fairy tale kind... I don't know much about it either, but the Doran family once produced a Legendary Sorcerer ancestor, and the records he left behind mentioned angels. "The Book of Gospel's records on sorcerers only go as high as Four-Winged Legend; there is nothing beyond that. Even if you know the term 'angel,' the Book of Gospel will only bring up a bunch of fairy tales. If you query 'Five-Winged,' the Book of Gospel won't answer at all. "And angels are beings above legends, retainers under the gods. They have entirely transcended mortality, standing just one step away from divinity, having successfully condensed a fifth wing—demigod sorcerers! "Angel originally means 'messenger of the Lord.' It isn't a realm designation, but a title of office. However, just as all Three-Winged Sorcerers possess a Sanctuary, leading 'Sanctuary Sorcerer' to become the common term, demigod sorcerers are usually messengers of the Lord, so 'angel' has also become the common designation for demigod sorcerers." A demigod sorcerer! A Five-Winged Angel! Holding Lisi, Yaxiu listened with his imagination running wild, daydreaming about how demigod sorcerers called upon the wind and rain. Igola and Harvey, on the other hand, showed little reaction, merely nodding to commit these secrets to memory. Their reaction was the normal one. After all, they were only Two-Winged Sorcerers right now, and they didn't even know if they could ever climb to Three-Winged Sanctuary, let alone the Four-Winged Legend that came after. Although they had never seen a demigod sorcerer, there were Four-Winged Legendary Sorcerers in the Blood Moon, and without exception, those were colossal figures they couldn't even dream of meeting—either top researchers in research institutes or cardinals in the Church, monsters on the societal scale. Both Igola and Harvey were pragmatic to a fault. Their highest aspiration was simply to reach Sanctuary in their lifetime. As for becoming a Legend standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world, ever since they had become sorcerers and no longer needed sleep, they couldn't even dream of such a windfall anymore. As for beings like Five-Winged demigods, they didn't factor into their plans whatsoever; they wouldn't dare dream of it even in their sleep. After all, when a normal person daydreamed about winning the lottery, they'd only imagine winning tens or hundreds of millions; nobody fantasized about winning tens of trillions, right? Even the Bank of Heaven and Earth wouldn't print denominations that huge. Even though Annan said this wasn't a fairy tale, to them, it really wasn't any different from one. Wait... Everyone looked toward the Book of Gospel—meaning, these two people were on their way to claim an angel's legacy? A fairy tale brought to life right beside them? Even if this was a future yet to occur, if they could uncover even a scrap of clues, wouldn't that mean they could claim this treasure right now?!