I, Viego, conquer Terra!

"Their halos and wings will dim and shatter, their empathic connection with their own kind will be lost, and they will grow horns and tails similar to those of the Sarkaz... That's what happened to me."

Mostima couldn't help laughing as she spoke, leaning towards Viego. "I am an evil fallen angel now, so you better be careful, Viego."

Mostima looked at the bonfire in front of him, confusion flashing across his eyes.

The Fallen Angel is a Shakota who is not recognized by Shakota, and a Sarkaz who is not recognized by the Sarkaz.

They are sinners who are isolated from the group.

The rules state that it is not allowed to point a gun at a companion.

But Mastema didn't understand.

Why did she fall from heaven?

Nothing happened to Andorn.

Especially in...

When Andoen wanted to hurt Lemiaoan, but she wanted to protect Lemiaoan.

How will the notary office, the College of Cardinals, and His Holiness the Pope react to this incident?

It has been a long time since a fallen angel appeared in Lateran.

a long time.

"I wanted to throw myself into your arms and cry, Viego," she said softly.

"But I found that I couldn't cry. I couldn't even tell what I was feeling right now... sad? Confused? Or just plain... numb?"

As she said this, she made another joke: "And now I have two horns on the side of my head. If I bury my face in your arms, it will probably poke you, right?"

"You're just too tired, Mastema."

Viego asked: "Do you want to take a nap? Everything will be fine after you wake up."

"Sleeping like this?" Mostima smiled. "It's hard not to suspect that you actually want to take advantage of me, Viego?"

Viego raised his eyebrows: "If I wanted to take advantage of you, my hand would not be here, Mostima - of course, go to sleep in the tent, I will be the one to keep watch. Oh, there is one more thing..."

"Hmm?" Mostima looked sideways at Viego, a little confused.

"Do you mind if I leave a mark on you?" Viego asked:

"I'm still a little worried about that staff... If you're the only one who can hear its sound, then maybe... leaving a mark should be able to eliminate those possible hidden dangers."

"Hmm... leave a mark that belongs only to you, leave your mark?"

The fallen angel's tail quietly hooked around Viego's wrist. Mostima looked at him, spoke ambiguously on purpose, raised her head to reveal her slender neck, and looked like she was ready to be picked.

"You know I won't say no, Viego - how? Bite me on the neck?"

"...Of course not." Viego was speechless. He just mobilized the black mist and let it slowly flow into Mostima's body.

Mostima blinked and lowered his head to look at his wrist, which felt icy cold. A dark inverted triangle mark was slowly emerging on the inside of the wrist.

...Well, this seems a bit monotonous.

As she thought about this, she saw the inverted triangle mark on the inside of her wrist extending into intricate and gorgeous patterns, wrapping around her wrist and forming a circle like a bracelet tattoo.

Mastema felt much more satisfied.

"...?" Viego blinked, a little dazed. "Mastema, how did you do it?"

"what?"

"The mark on your wrist should have been set in a certain shape by me..."

"I thought it was a bit monotonous, so I subconsciously thought about how it should look better, and it became like this." Mostima replied.

"......" Viego was silent.

It turns out that imprint has this function?

Support custom patterns?

I didn’t notice it before. Could it be because Shining and the cheap apprentice don’t care much about this kind of thing...?

Viego thought about it and couldn't help but feel a little pain in his flesh.

Mostima was fine after being branded twice in a row, but her companion named Lemion was too badly injured, so she could only let the power of the Ruinous Curse begin to change her body, blurring the line between life and death, in order to save her life...

But this means that the cost of branding Remiaoan will also increase...

Viego sighed and looked at Mostima. "Now it's unreasonable for you not to let me touch your tail and feet...even your horns."

"What? Sleep with you?" Mastema smiled: "Okay, of course."

Viego: ???

I didn't say I wanted you to sleep with me!

Chapter 182 If you can't touch the feet, touch the horns

“By the way, after you have the brand, you can also use my power at any time…” Viego briefly explained the function of the brand.

"It's the black mist. When attached to your body, it can enhance your physical fitness. It should also be used in combination with Originium techniques. However, I don't know much about this aspect. You should try it yourself, Mostima. In addition, when you use the black mist, your hair will turn white."

"Oh, I see..." Mastema looked at the black mist lingering on his fingertips with interest, controlling it to float around, as if he had found a new toy. "It's quite interesting."

"Yes, but the branding takes a lot of my strength." Viego pretended to be weak. "If you don't let me touch my feet, I will definitely not get better."

"Horns?" Mastema leaned forward.

Viego touched it and said seriously, "No, it's the foot."

The double horns on Mostima's head feel pretty good...

It’s okay to touch it a few more times.

Viegordo touched it twice, and Mostima's long hooked tail wrapped around his wrist.

The fallen angel invited, "Would you like to touch the tail?"

...Viego reluctantly accepted the invitation and held out his hand.

It's smooth and flexible, and can twist flexibly when held in the hand. It's so flexible that it seems like it can be used for more than just wrapping your hands... ahem!

Viego gathered his thoughts.

Seeing Mostima's face blushing, he couldn't help but ask, "Will you feel anything when you touch the tail?"

"Of course!" Mosti hooked her ponytail and swung it in front of Viego. "So don't use too much force..."

If you can't touch the feet, it seems like you can touch the horns...

Viego sensed the condition of the fragments in Mostima's body and raised his brows slightly.

How do you feel...

The Ruin Curse in the fragments within Mostima does seem to have become a little more than when they were separated last time?

However, the difference was so subtle that Viego was unable to confirm whether it was his illusion.

The next time I have the chance to see Inès, I should be able to tell whether it was an illusion or not.

Before they parted, Ines let Viego "squeeze" her dry. Viego did not take out the fragment from her body, but he did suck her dry until there was not a drop left.

If I see Inès next time and find that the fragments in her body have once again revived the power of the Ruinous Curse...

Then it can be completely confirmed.

But in that case, Viego would rather take out the fragments.

To avoid leaving the fragments in their bodies causing any adverse effects that he could not anticipate.

The bonfire flickered, and the fallen angel's long, slender, barbed tail swayed with it.

Viego touched it twice, satisfied his urge and curiosity, and then let go of Mostima's tail.

He could sense that Mostima's condition was not very good.

It's normal to think about it. He fell from heaven, was unconscious, and was buried underground for thirty or forty hours. It would be strange if he was full of energy.

"Go and rest first, Mostima." Viego said. "I will keep watch tonight, and your companions... I will also keep an eye on them."

"Okay." Mostima agreed, and then asked: "But, Viego, the method you used to save Lemiaoan before... did it also leave a mark on her?"

"Yes." Viego nodded and said frankly:

"Her condition was too bad. If I didn't do that, I'm afraid there would be no way for her to survive... In addition, my power might also make some changes to her body... You have to be mentally prepared, Mastema."

"Well, for example?"

"For example, like me, you will have no heartbeat and body temperature, no need to eat or sleep, and your hair will turn white and your eyes green..." Viego said:

"This is also the first time I've used this complete transformation method to save someone, so I can only guarantee that she will survive safely, but I'm not sure what she will become in the end."

"Is that so... But it doesn't matter." Mastema smiled: "Most of the Sakota are optimistic, and Lemiaoan is no exception. She won't care too much about these things."

"That's good." Viego nodded, watched Mostima walk into the tent, then stood up, walked to the SUV and got on the back seat.

As he said, this kind of transformation on Lemiaoan was his first time and he had no experience, so it was best to stay by her side at all times to avoid any accidents and also to make it easier for him to observe the changes.

The back seat is very spacious. Even if there is a Remian lying down, there is still enough space for Viego to sit down, and there is still plenty of space left.

The car door was open, allowing Viego to observe Remyan outside and inside the car at the same time.

Viego put his fingers on Remyan's forehead - after all, there shouldn't be physical contact between men and women, and rather than acting like a dirty hooligan, Viego would rather strike a weird pose.

He sensed the flow of black mist in Remyan's body, while also absorbing power from the fragments of the Curse of Ruin in her body.

Mostima's trust in him has reached the highest level, and the efficiency of sucking her through the air is almost the same as that of "sucking" her physically, so there is no need to stage a drama of hugging an angel on both sides and a fallen angel on the right.

If I can completely absorb the power of the fragments in Remion's body, I can almost make up for the loss of saving her...

But it's just a fill-in.

The consumption of the black fog that Viego brought overnight has not yet been calculated.

We rescued the notary team from Lateran this time. So we should be able to ask Lateran for some reward while sending them back, right?

Not to mention that he saved them, and in turn enabled the team to bring back two staffs that contained fragments of some god or other for Lateran.

Viego rubbed his chin.

I heard that big powers occasionally use extremely pure solid Originium as hard currency for transactions. I wonder if I can get a few and try to make up for the consumption this time...

He didn't think it was a pity or a waste. He felt it was not a loss at all to save Mostima by spending a little energy.

Not everything in the world has to be calculated clearly, with the profits and losses clearly counted.

At least Viego was willing to save her, and he saved her.

——Of course, this does not affect Viego from taking the opportunity to ask for compensation from the top management of Lateran.

The country is the country and the individual is the individual, the two are completely different.

Viego made the distinction very clear.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the Sakta girl, whose eyes were closed and whose face was calm and weak.

Lemuel's hair began to turn gray.

It wasn't a sudden change like when the cheap apprentice used the black mist.

Instead, it started from the roots of her hair and slowly extended to the ends, turning her pink hair into the same snow-white color as Viego's.

next moment.

Lemiaoan opened her eyes.



Chapter 183: They're all dead anyway

Lemuel knew she was in a dream.

Because she saw her younger self and Xiaole.

But she had grown up long ago, so she knew that she was dreaming, or perhaps she had fallen into some kind of death illusion?