A succubus devours its master? She then raises a twelve-winged angel!

Chapter 253 The angel family fell!
Time flies, and a day passes in the blink of an eye.

The Angel Clan.

The Seraphim race also faced a life-or-death moment.

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

Several war angels roughly shoved and pushed Ryusha and the other seraphim out of the dungeon where they had been imprisoned for a long time.

The blinding sunlight suddenly poured down, and the seraphim, who had long lived in darkness, squinted in unison.

Seeing this, a war angel sarcastically remarked:

"Enjoy these last rays of sunshine! You'll never see them again!"

Upon hearing this, Ryuka shot a cold glare at the war angel.

Feeling Ryuga's gaze, the war angel who had spoken so arrogantly trembled.

Ryuka was once the vice patriarch of the Angel Clan.

Although his own power has been sealed, ...
The air of authority that has long been present in those in positions of power remains.

But the next moment...
"Bastard!"

The war angel, regaining his senses, became enraged and rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach Ruka a lesson.

"stop!"

An older war angel quickly stopped him and warned him in a low voice:

"The clan chief has ordered them to be taken to the square for public execution. If anything goes wrong during this process, can you bear the responsibility?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the young war angel's anger.

He dared not disobey the orders of the American warlords!

He then reluctantly stepped aside, spat on the ground, and suppressed his anger.

"Consider yourselves lucky!"

Immediately afterwards, Ryuka and the others were escorted to the highest peak of the angel race.

At the top of the mountain is an enormous plaza.

At this moment, the square was packed with people.

This place is not only home to the War Angels, but also to countless other races.

At this moment, the entire square was filled with the sounds of discussion.

"What's going on? Why did the angels invite us all here?"

"I don't know! I heard it's going to be an execution of a group of thugs!"

"A villain? What villain?"

"Foolish! It must be referring to the Seraphim race. Now that the Angel race is under the control of the War Angels, these Seraphim will definitely be purged."

"I understand the logic, but why have we all been called here?"

Amidst the clamor of discussion, Ryuka and the others were escorted to the high platform in the center of the square.

Bound by those strange chains, they had no ability to resist.

At this moment, he could only be bound to the center of the high platform, allowing everyone to watch.

Even as prisoners, every seraph still stands tall.

Upon seeing this, the murmurs from the audience grew even louder.

"Even the former deputy clan chief is to be executed?"

"That's top-tier combat power that's close to the totem level! The angel race is indeed profound; they can just abandon such a powerful being like that."

"Speaking of which, when the Seraphim were in power, they treated all races quite leniently, but now this War Angel race..."

"Watch your words," an old man hurriedly interrupted, "be careful you don't get taken care of by the war angels!"

Within this territory spanning hundreds of miles, the angel race has always stood at the top of the food chain.

All races depend on the Angel race for survival.

Therefore, they naturally have no right to interfere with the decisions of the angels.

Today, their only purpose is to be spectators.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a voice suddenly rang out.

"The clan leader has arrived! The elders have arrived!"

A resounding announcement echoed through the sky. The next moment, golden light shone brightly from the clouds, and more than ten figures soared through the air.

The leader, Mi Zhan, spread his eight wings, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

They hovered above the square, like gods descending to earth.

Mi Zhan's icy gaze swept across the entire room, his voice as cold as iron and as hard as ice:

"Today, this day will be recorded in the annals of the Angel race!"

"From this moment forward, the Angel race will be officially renamed the War Angel race!"

"The Seraphim race will become history!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the war angels in the square erupted in a thunderous cheer:

"Long live the Patriarch! May the War Angel race live on forever!"

Looking at the War Angels cheering wildly below the stage, Mi Zhan's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

The brainwashing efforts during this period have clearly been very effective.
Today, the entire angel race no longer hears the saying that war angels and seraphim will never be separated.

Then, he pressed his hands down lightly, and the noisy square instantly fell silent.

Mi Zhan shifted his gaze from Liu Xia and the others, slowly sweeping it over the representatives of various races below the stage.

Besides executing these seraphim, there is another important purpose today.

That is.
Force these alien races to choose sides!

Mi Zhan doesn't know why
The demon he was in contact with suddenly issued this order.

He was asked to gather all the alien races and force them to submit to the demons.

The US military found this order somewhat perplexing.

You should know that the demon race in the past only knew how to fight and kill, and they didn't know how to get other races to submit.
Unless they are one of the top races, the demons have the option of persuading them to surrender.

And now.
The demon race actually managed to gather a group of ordinary races.

This is really strange!
After all, among these races, the strongest are mostly kings, and the best are only one or two half-step totem level experts.

What use are these things even if they join the demon race?

He couldn't figure it out.

But since he has already chosen to submit to the demons...
That's an order from above; he has no choice but to execute it.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with determination.

He has no choice!
We have no choice but to seek refuge with the demons!

Mi Zhan had tried countless methods to break through to the Totem level, but...
It was as if the world was against him, and he was never able to reach the totem level.

He is now at his wit's end, and the only way out is to seek refuge with the demons.

Even if it drags the entire angel race into an abyss of no return, he is willing to do it!

Thinking of this, he gave a wink to the war angel elders beside him.

The elders understood and quietly dispersed to various parts of the square, secretly blocking all the escape routes of the alien races.

Seeing that everything was ready, Mi Zhan slowly turned around and came to Liu Xia.

"Ryuka, this is your last chance."

Zhan's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion:
"Tell me the whereabouts of the divine runes, or where Liuli is hiding."

Previously, both of them were deputy clan leaders and could be considered colleagues.

But now...
The two are now on opposing sides!
Ryuka's face was full of sarcasm in response to Mi Zhan's words.

"Mi Zhan, we've known each other for so many years, do you think you can get any information from me? Is that even possible?"

This answer was expected by Mi Zhan.

If Ryukatsu were to give in, she wouldn't be Ryukatsu.

He simply never expected to get the information from Ryūka in the first place!
He turned away indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the other imprisoned seraphim:
"And you? If you provide any clues, I might spare his life."

The high platform was deathly silent.

Not a single seraph answered.

(End of this chapter)