Ark, they don't revolve around you

The shapeshifter thought he was thinking, but Kwisatusta simply took off his mask.

The moment the sword flowed out of the sheath, the entire underground space was illuminated. Instantly, everyone gasped. A huge skeleton was lying in the air, and the ancient breath washed everyone's spirit.

It was an extremely majestic existence. Once upon a time, the Blood Demon Lord hunted it. After such a long time, its bones showed no signs of weathering.

Even the shapeshifter admitted to being surprised. "Life spinal cord?"

The Life Cord, a ship built with the skeleton of a giant beast as its keel, can connect to the subspace and perform teleportation.

During the Londinium period, a large amount of materials were continuously input into Londinium and Kazdel through this life spinal cord, which allowed Tracys to quietly build the same fragmented buildings in Kazdel and Londinium.

But the problem is that the life spinal cord should have been destroyed, and the shapeshifter saw it with his own eyes.

"Yes, the life spinal cord has been destroyed. This is just a shadow in history." Kwisatusta explained lightly, "It can't last long."

"Projections from history? Quesatusta, you really are the most unconventional of all the demon kings. Without the help of the crown, you can actually dig out projections from history?"

"It's just a coincidence. I once had the records of the skeleton, which is enough for me to decipher the mystery." The Pardoner stood up and said, "Tomorrow, we can use this passage to quietly abduct Amiya."

"What about the Doctor?"

"I have a way to deal with it."

The Absolver spread his hands, and the infinite light made him look even greater. "My compatriots, we will usher in the true glory of Kazdel."

"Instead of lingering in Kazdel, we will be the masters of the world."

He didn't notice that a strange look flashed in Salus' eyes. The woman bowed her head humbly, her eyes full of loyalty.

"Chief, where's Shining?"

"My sister? Of course she will see me, she will kill me, and our souls will be united as one. Only then will I be qualified to hold the crown."

The Pardoner closed his eyes, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth, as if he had seen his victorious future.

He would never allow himself to fail.

……

……

"interesting."

At the same time, Zhuang Ning also opened his eyes. "The plan was so careful. If it weren't for the traitor, I would have been in danger."

He said this with a hint of mockery in his tone.

With the help of the connection with Salus, Zhuang Ning received the news almost simultaneously.

Quisatusta's plan was good, but there was a problem with the first step, Zhuang Ning muttered to himself. After all, he was surrounded by traitors, and he was the one who revealed Amiya's location to him.

On the other hand, he was also very curious about how the Pardoner planned to deal with him.

With his thoughts in a mess, Zhuang Ning opened the intercity network and saw many articles praising himself.

Although yesterday's disaster looked horrific, only certain areas were affected and the disaster was still under control.

Instead, the anger towards the enemy was aroused... Zhuang Ning was very satisfied. He pressed the microphone and asked his people to increase their efforts to throw all the dirty water on Quesatusta.

The door was opened, interrupting his thoughts. When he looked up, he saw the panicked face of the Archangel, with beads of sweat sliding down his face.

She was panting to keep herself awake, and saw the naked Zhuang Ning.

She saw the wounds on his body, left by swords and spells, so horrific that it was hard to imagine what kind of battlefield he had been through.

The angel was fascinated by what he saw, but Zhuang Ning was impatient and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, Aneng?"

"My...my illness..."

"That." Zhuang Ning nodded and smiled, "That can be eradicated today."

"Really?"

"I figured out some things yesterday." Zhuang Ning said seriously, putting on a white coat, then a black windbreaker, and finally the mask, which fit his whole body tightly without leaving any skin.

"It's easy for me to cure your disease now."

He took the cello from the corner of the room.

The Angel of Power was stunned: "Is it right here?"

Zhuang Ning did not answer. He smiled and pulled the bow hard.

The memory learned from Arturo was squandered in a pair of rough hands, without any emotion, just strict imitation.

Even so, the huge notes still wash over the will of the Archangel.

Those notes that were deeply rooted in the Archangel's will were completely destroyed by this overly grand spell!

The Archangel only felt that he was in the clouds, wrapped in unprecedented comfort.

She seemed to see her parents, sister, Mostima, Texas, and the people from Penguin Logistics.

In this most beautiful fantasy, without any sadness, the Archangel could not help but walk towards that place. The further he walked, the lighter his steps became.

In the end, the angel's wings were flapped and it proudly flew around.

But this magical moment did not last long. Soon, the notes faded and the nightmare trapped in the Archangel's will dissipated like smoke.

Angelus seemed to have returned to normal, breathing heavily. She was still in Zhuang Ning's room, but the doctor put down the violin:

"How does it feel?"

The Archangel was drenched in sweat and looked at himself.

She wanted to say that she was feeling better than ever before, but she was also reluctant to leave and was still lingering on the dream she had just had.

Unlike any previous treatment, the emotions this time were so overwhelming and powerful.

However, the person playing the violin was as cold as a stone and could not appreciate the beauty of the music he was playing at all.

Even the Archangel was slightly annoyed, but couldn't show it.

Zhuang Ning ignored Angelica. This girl was just his experimental subject. Now that his magic was perfected, she was useless.

Zhuang Ning had never been interested in useless things, but considering her close relationship with Texas, she casually said, "You should go."

"what?"

"You need to leave Kazdel this morning."

This wasn't even a notice, it was a harsh order. Zhuang Ning didn't want to take care of a chip, nor did he want her to die inexplicably.

The Archangel looked at this man and became even more angry.

She was immediately puzzled. Didn't she just want to leave the doctor? But why was she so unwilling?

She didn't want to leave like this, and just when she was about to raise her objection, she saw a pair of cold eyes through the mask.

There was a sneer in his eyes, as if asking her what she was thinking.

The words that he was about to utter were swallowed back down his throat. The Archangel shrank his head and nodded slightly.

She was distraught when she left Zhuang Ning's room.

When she was struck by Arturo's notes, she inadvertently gained the ability to sense other people's emotions. The Angel could feel how cold Zhuang Ning's heart was.

why?

Why do I feel uneasy when I leave him?

Was it because he was used to being comforted by music? Or was it because of the kindness he occasionally showed, like when he gave all his belongings to the scavengers in the wilderness?

Her mind was about to explode and Angelica's expression was distorted. She had never been like this before even in the academy in Lateran.

As soon as she reached the corridor, a Sarkaz waiter appeared and respectfully opened the door for her.

"Ms. Remuel? The doctor has arranged everything for you."

"Where does he want me to go?"

"You can choose for yourself."

The Archangel wanted to say Syracuse, but something in his mind made him say "Latlan."

Perhaps I should go back to Rutland.

Go find your sister, find the bishop, confess to the Lord, and ease the conflicts deep in your heart.

But as soon as the Angel of Power spoke, he felt regretful.

Talking about Lateran in front of a Sarkaz, isn't that courting death?

When the whole city was in turmoil yesterday, Archangel Power instinctively wanted to provide relief, but was surrounded by the victims.

Hatred, violence, and more ugly emotions flashed in everyone's eyes. The Sarkaz's resentment towards Lateran was so deep.

Unexpectedly, the waiter did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he chuckled and nodded: "Okay."

It seems that Kazdel still has high-quality talents. Archangel felt relieved and wanted to leave with the waiter.

But she stopped—an inexplicable will invaded her mind!

It is no longer an illusion, no longer a musical note, but the real voice of "God"!!

Although he had never received any revelation, the Archangel still reacted in an instant.

——Latlan’s “God” descended into her will through the halo.

The majestic voice was as cold and indifferent as a machine, and it was icy cold to the bone: "It has been detected that the survival of civilization has changed."

"We must take it back from the aliens. I repeat, we must take it back from the aliens."

"Individual detected, Remuel, Arturo, now in Kazdel."

"Lemule, by the command of the law, I grant you power."

"Holy, Lord of Hosts."

The sound disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, her body changed. The halo above her head became brighter and the crystal wings on her back glowed.

This is the "God" revered in the Lateran, the Law itself.

Although he had heard about the miracles of the law from his predecessors, this was the first time that Remuel experienced the power of that "God" firsthand!

However, power also has a price.

A crazy thought roared in her mind, telling her that everything in front of her was a demon that must be eradicated.

Kill them all!

Take the crown from them and fulfill the law's mission!

The smile on the Angel's face faded little by little, becoming as cold as iron. A dagger slipped out silently from her sleeve and fell into her hand.

The waiter had not yet realized the danger. He had no ill will towards the Angel from Lateran and thought that Angelus was a pretty good girl.

But when he turned around, he only saw a flash of light.

The Archangel cut his throat cleanly, breaking the artery and causing blood to gush out.

"Lord." A pious voice gradually flowed out from the mouth of the Archangel, "I will destroy those abominable demons."

The waiter's eyes widened, and before he died, he wanted to tell Zhuang Ning about the abnormality of the Archangel.

But just as his fingertips were about to move, Archangel had already taken out the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bullets flew and dust rose.

The Archangel dispersed the smoke and quietly walked to the waiter's body.

Facing the body, he pulled the trigger again until the magazine was empty.

At this moment, she smiled like a devout fanatic.

PS: I am adjusting my status. Today I can only write 4,000 words. This is also the final transition chapter of the Kazdel volume. Starting tomorrow I will be able to resume writing 8,000 words a day.

Chapter 21: Just the Master's Mission

"The Angel ran away?" On the balcony, Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand and let the sunlight fall on his palm.

The rough palms of his hands were shining, and his face, covered by a mask, showed no expression.