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"There's no point in saying all this now."

His gaze swept over everyone present, lingering a moment longer on Chen Guan.

"Chen Guan"

"Um."

"Take care of yourself."

Baal snorted in Chen Guan's mind, "This kid didn't forget to sow discord even on his deathbed."

Chen Guan didn't reply, he just looked at Liu Xiao.

Liu Xiao turned his gaze to Liu Feiyu, opened his mouth, and made muffled syllables as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered a few short words.

"Feiyu, I'm afraid of thunder."

Don't tell anyone.

Large swaths of purple light particles peeled off his remaining body, drifting upwards, passing through the hole torn open by the beam of light in the theater dome, and disappearing into the night sky.

Liu Xiao's figure completely disappeared.

The theater remained quiet for a long time.

Long Ao sat on the ground, the blood on his left shoulder had congealed into a dark scab. He looked at Liu Feiyu's motionless back and, unusually, did not say a word.

Hongyuan placed the axe horizontally on her knees and exhaled a breath of stale air.

An Changqing slowly sheathed his sword, the friction between the blade and the scabbard producing a faint metallic sound that was particularly clear in the silence.

"It's over," he said.

Chen Guan looked down at his pitch-black left arm. He had no feeling below the elbow, and his fingers were stiffly curled up like a dead tree branch.

Baal's voice rang out: "The demonic cells in your arm have already invaded your bone marrow. If left untreated, they will spread to your shoulder within three days."

"Can it be cured?"

"Yes, but you need to find a suitable purification method. Your own creation and regeneration will only accelerate its proliferation. Don't use it recklessly. Wait for your human doctors to come to your rescue."

"understood."

"There's one more thing."

Barr's tone became strange.

"When you used the Black Seal to take that blow head-on, did you sense anything was wrong?"

Chen Guan recalled the moment of the collision. The sensation from his palm was indeed somewhat unusual. It wasn't just the clash of forces, but also a feeling of being spied on by something.

"At that instant, Astaroth saw me through that sphere of light."

"clever."

Baal's voice trailed off.

"He didn't see your face, but Lord Baal's mark, which means He remembers you."

Chen Guan withdrew his right hand to his side, and the black mark on his palm had returned to calm.

"so?"

"So, congratulations, kid, you've been blacklisted by a demon god."

There was even a hint of schadenfreude in Bahr's tone.

"But don't worry too much. His true form can't come out and can't do anything to you in the short term, but his followers and followers on earth will probably cause you trouble in the future."

Chen Guan did not respond; his gaze was fixed on Liu Feiyu.

Liu Feiyu was still standing there, looking up at the dark hole in the dome. The night wind blew in from outside, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead.

Liu Chengjun walked over to him, stood for a while, and then patted him on the shoulder.

Liu Feiyu did not move.

"Third brother."

"I'm fine."

Liu Feiyu's voice was numb: "Let's go, people should be coming from outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flurry of footsteps and shouts came from the direction of the theater entrance, and beams of flashlights shone in from various entrances, illuminating the chaotic ruins.

Yin Tianzheng's voice came from the front, filled with barely suppressed urgency.

"Those inside, report the situation!"

An Changqing raised his hand and waved it in the direction of the light source.

"The police from the Public Security Bureau have arrived."

He turned to look at Chen Guan: "You need to hide that arm of yours."

Chen Guan tucked his left arm into the sleeve of his coat, his dark skin hidden by the fabric, making it impossible to tell anything from the outside.

Long Ao propped himself up on his knees and shook his head: "What reason could I possibly give?"

"truth."

An Changqing said, "Liu Xiao colluded with demons and summoned a demon god to descend. We stopped the ritual, and Liu Xiao died by self-destruction."

"What about Chen Guan's hands?" Hong Yuan asked.

An Changqing glanced at Chen Guan.

Chen Guan put his right hand into his pocket and said casually, "No need to mention it."

If he wanted treatment, he could have simply bypassed the official channels.

As the flashlight beam drew closer, Yin Tianzheng led a dozen or so members of the security department into the theater. Seeing the rubble and bloodstains scattered on the ground, and several wounded young men standing amidst the ruins, he paused.

"you……"

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the huge hole in the dome, his pupils dilating.

"You dealt with that beam of light?"

An Changqing nodded.

Yin Tianzheng opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only managed to squeeze out, "Medical team, come here."

Chen Guan leaned against a broken pillar, watching the chaotic scene as medical personnel rushed in, and the voice of Ribal floated into his mind again.

"Hey kid."

"What's wrong now?"

"Lord Baal just mentioned helping you process your emotions; you owe me a favor, remember that."

"You helped me empathize with regrets, which was your own choice."

"Bullshit, you begged me for that."

"I meant thank you, Lord Baal, for being a scoundrel."

Baal's voice paused for two seconds, then changed its arrangement, as if He understood: "Was what you just said an insult to me?"

Chen Guan did not answer; a fleeting smile crossed his lips.

From Guan Jinyue to Liu Xiao, they all told him the same thing: never trust the Demon God, and be careful of Baal.

To be honest, up until now, Chen Guan has not felt that Baal's existence has been any disadvantage to him.

Of course, he still hasn't forgotten his less-than-pleasant first meeting with Barna.

To the demons, humanity is always too insignificant.

……

"You really are heartless, just watching your son struggle on the brink of life and death."

On a high-rise building, a tall woman quietly walked up behind a man. The man sensed her approach but did not turn around.

"Aren't you the same?"

"I'm not as heartless as you; my child isn't here."

"If she were there, would you have intervened?"

"She won't be there."

The man then turned around and chuckled, "That's true, but it was a close call."

……

the other side.

Demon world.

Above the dome of the City of Angels, twelve inverted spires cast pale light onto the ground, illuminating the long staircase forged from bone and jade.

This is Astaroth's territory.

He sat enthroned at the far end of the high platform on a throne sculpted from solidified stardust, his six wings folded behind him, and only three of his twelve eyes were half-open, the rest closed, as he repaired the damage caused by the failure on Earth.

The vessel in the human world was destroyed, the magic array collapsed, the divine figure vanished, and even Liu Xiao, the believer whom he had painstakingly nurtured, turned to ashes.

This was not a blow to Astaroth, but it was enough to displease Him.

Until an uninvited presence stepped into the border of Angel City.

Astaroth opened all three of his half-open eyes, his gaze piercing through the dome and locking onto the black mist that was ascending the long staircase.

The black mist dispersed casually, with wisps drifting along the bone steps, leaving faint burn marks wherever it passed.

"Bar"

Astaroth's voice fell from the high platform, cold and filled with undisguised disgust.

"You are nothing but a broken fragment, a relic of an old era. Do you still dare to show your face here?"