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Chapter 96 We've Got to Hell

"What the hell?"

The moment Corday saw this thing, she instinctively shouted out that sentence. She had never seen anything that looked so bizarre. This thing—was it an angel?

It's more like a celestial history.

But soon, Corday's laughter faded.

Because the heavens—the angels—launched an attack.

It was an exceptionally pure golden beam of light, shooting from the eyes of the undead angel, carrying a temperature high enough to melt steel, towards Corday.

If there were only one beam of light, it would be easy to deal with. However, this beam of light was emitted from the pupils of the undead angels, and the number of pupils of an undead angel is about a hundred.

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The pure golden light shone on Corday's unsuspecting face. Because of her trust in Heaven, she didn't have much of a guard up, even though this thing was ugly.

It now appears that the girl will pay the price for her reckless trust.

Fortunately, Corday wasn't alone.

"ah?!"

With a gasp, an invisible hand grabbed Corday's clothes and forcefully pulled her out of the dead angel's attack range. Destructive death grazed her cheek and destroyed everything around her.

This gave Corday enough time to come to her senses.

The skeletal angel's lowered eyes began to reopen, seemingly gathering strength for a new round, but it no longer had the chance.

Because Corday had already pulled out her signature weapon, the Blood Ring of Tears, from under her skirt.

"This kind of thing—"

"I don't believe you're an angel!"

With a roar, blood was injected into the black spear. After transformation, the blood-red beam of light instantly melted the repulsive body of the undead angel.

At the moment of death, the angel of the dead let out a cry like that of a baby.

"Looks like it's all over."

Ye Wen calmly walked to the spot where the demigod had died. Looking at the pile of charred flesh, he immediately noticed an unspeakable part in the flesh.

He frowned slightly.

Beside the minced meat, the surface of Pure Milk's wings was scorched black, but the feathers still felt incredibly silky, like touching a real angel.

Corday then walked over, her face showing anger.

"How dare they blaspheme the image of angels! Who did this? Who did this?!"

"If Archangel Michael finds out, the holy fire from heaven will roast that guy into a charred corpse that even hell wouldn't dare accept!"

Because Corday is a citizen of heaven, her attention is now focused on blasphemy, insult, and defilement, and she is trapped here.

Ye Wen's thinking was simple: "Before attacking, you judged it to be an angel from heaven, right?"

"In some ways, this is a very bad thing."

Corday realized what was happening at that moment.

"Right, why would I think it's an angel?"

"Such a blasphemous gesture, such a defiled soul, how could I possibly classify it as an angel? This, this shouldn't be happening—"

Corday frowned, completely baffled.

"And why did it suddenly appear here? Could it be that—!"

Ye Wen suddenly looked up sharply.

Because in the sky, another group of undead angels were flapping their wings, their golden eyes watching them from their twisted flesh.

The pupils were about to fully open, ready to unleash a volley of fire.

But before opening his eyes, Ye Wen activated his transcendent vision.

"At this speed, I have about 0.3 seconds left. There are 7 enemies, evenly distributed in the sky on all four sides."

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"Alright, let's experience the ultimate physical speed in a long time."

After a rapid mental search, the invisible hand sent Ye Wen into the sky. Using telephone poles and streetlights as springboards, Ye Wen moved with lightning speed, killing all seven undead angels in an instant.

After the flesh shattered, the golden eyeballs splattered at Corday's feet, rolled around a few times, and stared at Corday with a ghostly gaze.

Seven undead angels died in a second, and the cries of infants overlapped, sounding noisy yet carrying a hint of sorrow and despair.

Ye Wen fell from the air, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed on the spot.

"Eek, what's all these eyeballs on the ground?! Whoa, Ye Wen, you're bleeding!"

Corday quickly ran over, bypassing the crowd of stares, and helped the badly injured Ye Wen to his feet. Then, quite aptly, she asked, "Are you alright?"

Ye Wen:

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Corday opened her intelligent eyes, awaiting Ye Wen's answer, then the next second, an updraft surged: "Ugh!? Where did that wind come from? How annoying!"

She frantically pressed down on her rising skirt, and the blue and white bowl that was revealed in that instant was Ye Wen's silent answer at that moment.

"Hmm? The bleeding has stopped."

Looking at the wounds on his body that were no longer bleeding, Ye Wen thought to himself that the enhancement to his physique was truly worthwhile. Not only had his endurance and defense increased, but his recovery ability had also improved dramatically.

"There shouldn't be any more, right?"

Ye Wen looked around and said, "There should only be eight. Once they're all killed, that's it, right?"

Corday did not answer.

Ye Wen had some doubts. Although the attack was sudden, were they a little too weak?

The simultaneous firing of numerous pupils sounds impressive, but as everyone knows, the prerequisite for output is being alive. The paper-thin bodies of the undead angels mean that while they may have the ability to output damage, it is unlikely that they will actually be able to.

What was the point of their coming here? Did they underestimate themselves? Or was it that—

As Ye Wen was pondering, he caught a glimpse of Corday squatting on the ground, her body trembling with each sob.

Ye Wen was somewhat taken aback and asked, "What's wrong? Did your period suddenly start?"

"No, it's not—"

Corday bit her lip and raised her head with a pained expression: "Ye Wen, you're not from Heaven, so you don't feel this. This is a reaction to the commandments, a Witcher's self-restraint."

"Simply put, if you do bad things, Heaven will cast its gaze upon you, giving you a tremor and pressure from your soul."

"Now, I will bear this punishment for my sins, which means that I have just done something very, very bad, that is to say—"

Corday looked at Ye Wen with a terrified expression and said, "Those eight things—"

"She really is an angel!"

Meanwhile, after the shadows in the control box killed hundreds of undead angels in a short time, Nangong Chiyue helplessly closed his eyes and stood still.

"Oh no, we've fallen for their trap."

Frenda tilted her head: "Meow (A scheme? What scheme? I don't see it)?"

"Because you're a cat now."

Nangong Chiyue sighed: "At first, I wondered why the person behind it all would send something so weak to attack me, but now I understand."

"Weakness is their most powerful weapon. Just like in the wild, the harmless cry of a baby is like a death knell to wild beasts."

"Although I don't know how he did it, these things are truly angelic; their very existence is […]"

Sacrifice and punishment.

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In the void, something tightened around Nangong Chiyue's throat.

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"They serve only one purpose, and that is—"

"Send the one who killed the [Angel] to hell by force!"

"Meow? (Wait, I didn't do anything, meow, why am I being attacked too?)"

In an instant, Nangong Chiyue and Frenda disappeared.

When Ye Wen opened his eyes, all he saw was scorched earth.

There were no new buds breaking through the soil, only death, fear, and decay.

This is the place where heavy souls accumulate, hell.

Hell Depth 5.

Ye Wen stared blankly at Corday, "Did I go to hell?"

Corday nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

"We're going to hell."

Killing angels will be punished.

This is a matter of course in heaven.

But it shouldn't be this outrageous, sending them straight to hell, right? Besides, it was clearly those "angels" who started it; they shouldn't be punished.

"It must be, it must be someone's conspiracy!"

Just as Corday was getting desperate, her phone rang in her breast pocket.

In hell.