Bab 239: Chapter 165: Million Magic Crystals Reward_1

With their foes slain in a whirlwind of blades, routine soul and body searches followed. Negris said in slight exasperation, "Are all the members dispatched by the Chaos Temple such small fry? Are they truly meant to sow chaos? With such weak power that they just die upon being pinched, how can they create chaos?"

Nobody paid him any attention. The Little Angel was chasing bugs with a stick, squashing them one by one with a satisfying crunch.

The Little Zombie was running all around the field, crushing the bugs underfoot—crushing one after another.

The bugs weren't interested in them. They found the Little Angel rather tasty, but once it unleashed the Holy Light, they lost their appetite.