Ark Heroine Development Plan

But after a long time, Mostima no longer replied to the message. Exiah held the phone in her hand and her expression began to change.

"Sure enough... there's a problem."

Exiah muttered to himself.

She knew from the beginning that there was a problem on Mastema's side, but now she was sure that the problem was...big.

"You asked me to take Sora with me. Does that mean... that trouble is heading towards the concert?"

The girl scratched her head. "When did Mostima start helping the Royal Guards arrest terrorists? Never mind. Anyway, first... well, let's go to Mostima and take care of that guy!"

Exiah’s train of thought – Mastema told me to run away with Sora → This concert is very important to Sora → Can’t run away → No need to run away if we kill the enemy → Mastema and I will be invincible together!

"Wow... I have to hurry back before Sora's performance starts."

After leaving her seat, Angelica felt a little guilty. She was the only one who came to the concert by herself from the entire Penguin Logistics. If she found out that she had run away alone when Sora came on stage, she would definitely be heartbroken.

"So, can't you antisocial elements just jump into the river?"

The Angel muttered in annoyance, "You're just causing trouble for others."

She squeezed out of the VIP seats and wandered around in the huge conference hall. She didn't know where she was going, but she finally found an exit.

"But this exit is so weird... Did I end up in some kind of work area?"

The Archangel scratched his head and said, "Forget it, let's go out first!"

Exia stretched lazily as he walked out of the passage. "The air outside is so nice... Hey, that's..."

In front of her, a woman in the uniform of the Imperial Guard was jogging in a certain direction, one hand on the red long sword at her waist, looking quite hurried.

"Someone from the Imperial Guard? Never mind. It has nothing to do with me."

Angel took out his phone and dialed the number directly and carelessly:

"Hey, Mastema? Where are you? I'm here to help you!"

"Huh? Sora? What do you mean by take her away? This concert is so rare. Do you really want to leave everyone in the venue to die? The two of us can definitely take care of that guy together."

"...What? You can't find it? Wow, what nonsense are you talking about! So that emoticon means that we should just stay where we are and wait for death?!"

"I'm not chasing after you."

Mostima walked leisurely, but the surrounding scenery seemed to be stuck in mud, slow and stagnant.

"As for leaving you to wait for death..."

She looked up at the crows circling freely in the sky and replied with a low laugh:

"Nothing, I just feel... there's no need to be so anxious."

Chapter 147 - Group Fight (referring to the enemy group fighting us)

Chen stopped.

In the narrow and intricate alley, she met the enemy pointed out by Chi Xiao.

Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and placed his thumb on the scalp.

"Name."

The ordinary-looking passerby standing opposite her said nothing.

"You have one more chance to answer..."

Before the word "opportunity" was uttered, Chen's figure flashed in front of the mysterious man, and a dazzling red light burst out from the sheath!

And this mysterious man is faster than Chen.

His arm had already turned into flesh and blood before Chi Xiao arrived. Five tentacles split from the forearm, and they drilled towards Chen from all directions with extremely lethal rotating force. In the center of the crack, a bloody mouth opened and bit Chen's head.

The violent sword energy roared and exploded from the red blade. Chen's face was expressionless as he slashed upwards with the blade in one hand.

Chi Xiao is the extension of her arm.

The sword energy tore the surrounding flesh into pieces, and the blade easily split the arm in two. Chen's cold eyes were always on the enemy's head. He twisted his wrist and forearm, and the blade, with its remaining momentum, raised a bright red arc and slashed diagonally towards the monster's neck.

"Click-"

There were scalp-numbing friction and crackling sounds coming from the cervical vertebrae. The monster stared at Chen with empty eyes. Half of the cut neck cross-section was exposed to the air, while the other half was still intact because... it used its cervical vertebrae and muscles to block Chen's blade.

"……monster."

Chen's expression was icy cold, and the tremendous power in his body flowed unhindered along the hilt into the blade.

"Chi Xiao...Split!"

Just as Guan Yueli said, even if Chen only understood one ten-thousandth of Guan Yueli's ability to control all kinds of weapons in the world, controlling Chi Xiao would be a piece of cake, and stepping into a whole new realm would be even easier.

A good weapon can elevate a warrior to more than one level, and a warrior who can perfectly control a magical weapon and is naturally talented is even more unstoppable.

The Chixiao sword technique was taught to Chen by Wei Yanwu for many purposes, but at this moment, Chen had already walked out of her own path.

The sword energy blew the monster's entire brain into pieces. Chen drew his sword and retreated. The surging power on Chixiao washed away the dirty blood, and the blade remained as red as before.

"really……"

Watching the piece of flesh wriggling and reorganizing on the shoulder to form a complete head, Chen slowly exhaled.

Now, there is no doubt anymore. Apart from the monster from the deep sea, what else could be the threat that could trigger the Great Flame Dragon Qi on Chixiao?

But now, the woman who can give her the power to slay the devil is not here, and no one can help her. She only has one person and a knife.

But that's enough.

This battle should have been hers. If she simply relied on Guan Yue's strength, how could she...

"How can I respond to her expectations?"

The girl holding the dragon-slaying blade calmly pointed the tip of the blade at the monster in front of her. The surging dragon energy on Chixiao seemed to be about to break out of the blade, and she roared to the sky.

That day, it was with Guan Yueli's protection and blessing that Chen used the Great Flame Dragon Qi to kill the Deep Sea Demon with one sword.

And now, the destiny of a country is already tending to respond to her.

Even if this is a special case, and the dragon energy responds in order to kill the separated body of the deep-sea demon, how can a person who is not qualified to carry the country's fortune be qualified to control this dragon energy?

Chen Huijie had unknowingly taken the first step towards her destiny.

……

Exiah trotted over to Mastema, looking very unhappy.

"What are you doing? Aren't you just strolling leisurely?"

In her opinion, Mostima's leisurely and relaxed demeanor was no different from shopping.

"Actually, I… well, you're right."

Mastema shrugged. "I was definitely shopping."

"Ahhh!"

The furious Archangel shook Mastema's shoulders vigorously. "So, what's going on? What's going on? No riddles!"

"Even if you say so..."

The blue-haired fallen angel looked a bit embarrassed: "I can't explain it to you clearly. Things are a bit, um... complicated."

As she spoke, she took the Angel of Exorcism's hand and said, "I'm feeling it again. Come this way."

Confused, Archangel wanted to grab Mastema and ask her to stop and explain what was going on, but she failed - because when Mastema wanted to take the initiative, Archangel was helpless against her.

"I'll try to explain it in simple terms that you can understand."

Mostima said slowly, "Some time ago, a very dangerous terrorist was killed."

"Huh?" Exia was stunned. "Why wasn't this reported in the news?"

"I told you it was just an analogy... Anyway, even though this terrorist was killed, he still had quite a few people under his command. They received orders at the time of his death and were hiding in the corners of Longmen, ready to cause trouble at any moment."

"A large portion of them have already been eliminated by the Guards. A small number of the more powerful terrorists were killed by, um... an external super agent. In the end, only the most dangerous and hidden ones are left. Probably in a few days, they will be eliminated by that agent."

Holding the hand of Exia, Mostima stood at the intersection and looked around for a while, then directly pulled the other person through the red light - unfortunately, the traffic light camera could only capture two blurry afterimages.

"Originally, this matter had nothing to do with me, but I thought about it and realized that keeping these terrorists around... would be a serious threat to public security."

Mastema said with a serious expression: "So I decided to be an unknown hero!"

"Come on, if you had the time, you'd probably be drinking tea in some café." Exiah didn't give Mastema even a sliver of trust. "Tell me, what's the real reason?"

"Aneng, has anyone ever told you that you are really annoying sometimes?"

"That's a lot." Exiah said nonchalantly, "So are you going to tell me or not?"

"Okay, okay..." Mastema smiled and patted Exia's head. "I was worried that you might be attacked by terrorists, so I took the initiative to deal with them. Are you satisfied now?"

“…” Exiah fell into deep thought.

"I can understand a little bit of what you said, but..." The girl looked at Mastema with a strange look, "Why would terrorists attack me for no apparent reason? Am I that unlucky?"

"Because they..." Mastema pointed at the halo above Archangel's head, "They're quite sensitive to this stuff. They might go crazy when they see you."

Exiah held his head in his arms with a look of alarm: "Do they have a grudge against us?"

"That's about right. After all, religion... there's a saying that goes, 'Those who don't believe in our religion are all heretics.'" Mostima said with a smile. "Isn't that easier to understand?"

"But if that's the case...why did that terrorist go to the concert?"

The expression on Exiah's face changed: "Is it because I'm at a concert?"

Mostima couldn't help but laugh. "You're overthinking it. They don't even know you. As for why you went there... I'm not sure either. Maybe you have a terrorist problem."

"Can you please stop talking so relaxed?" Exiah couldn't help but complain. "I can't help but feel relaxed too! I know there's a terrorist who might start a massacre at the concert, yet I'm so relaxed... I feel like such a jerk!"

"Because Lord Guanyue is also watching the concert."

"Oh……"

Exia nodded, and the next second, his expression became even more complaining:

"Why should you have told me earlier? Then why would I come here? I could have just sat there and watched the concert!"

Mastema smiled and patted Exiah's head: "Alright, alright, now that you're here... why don't you come with me to kill that terrorist? Otherwise, you'll have come here for nothing—"

She stopped talking abruptly. Mastema stood still, frowning slightly, and muttered to herself, "Stopped?"

"what?"

"He's not running... How strange! This style is totally unlike him."

Mastema glanced at the Archangel beside him and drew out the white staff behind him.

"Focus, Aneng. Don't look at the surrounding scenery. If you want to look, well... just look at me. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if you vomit all over the floor."

"Wait—" Exiah obviously recalled some bad things in the past, "What do you want to do!?"

"of course……"

Mastema's lips curled up. "Just a little 'speed up'."

The wheel of time has come to a standstill.

Then, an invisible hand moved the needle forward at an unnatural speed.

By the time Exia came to her senses, she had already appeared at a construction site that was still under construction.

This place is not far from the concert, so in order not to affect the concert, construction has been temporarily suspended and the building under construction is empty.

"This is really..."

Mastema sighed, "Something's getting increasingly strange. I've felt this is strange ever since you didn't fight me and just ran away on your own.

"You've deliberately stopped here until now, as if...waiting for me to come to you."

"I've fought your cult many times. I'm familiar with your weird and crazy style. But I've never seen someone as quiet and silent as you, with that expression that says 'You're just in time!' I've never seen anyone like you before. It's so unfamiliar that it makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Exiah looked at Mastema, then at the mysterious man standing there, then at Mastema again...looking back and forth between the two.

One of them was full of riddles, and the other said nothing, making her look stupid just standing there.

"Based on the principle of annihilating you all, in Aneng's words... I should use my ultimate move to kill you instantly, but..."

Mastema put the white staff back behind her with interest and took out the black staff, with a blazing flame burning at the top of the staff.

"I have many questions for you, such as who and what you are, and my friend, what are you..."