Ark Heroine Development Plan

"Watching the moon...Silence!"

The ball of flesh that had been struggling frantically fell into deathly silence at this moment, just like the demon that was killed by Chen that night.

Ashes.

Xingxiong stared at the monster that was already completely dead, with a complicated expression.

She put down Prajna, smiled bitterly, turned around and said:

"Great, Xiao Chen, that knife just now, even my sister would——"

Xingxiong's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

In front of her, the girl holding Chi Xiao pulled the corners of her mouth weakly: "Just barely... tolerable."

She could no longer utter even a single word and staggered into Xingxiong's arms.

The once smooth blue hair... had turned gray and dry, like a withered flower.

Even when she was unconscious in Xingxiong's arms, she still held her knife tightly.

Chapter 150 - "If only I could clone myself"

The Archangel pursed his lips and sat aside with his hands on his chin.

This battle would be boring without her.

Mastema toyed with the monster in her hands, and its wildly dancing tentacles didn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

"It's strange."

The blue-haired fallen angel retreated leisurely as if taking a stroll, and the space within one meter in front of her that was shot out by the tentacles began to stagnate and slow down infinitely, unable to break through the cage built by time.

"That wasn't the case just now... My friend, are you being manipulated?"

She raised her chin slightly. "You're an acolyte after all, right? An acolyte from the Deep Sea Cult, someone who's known for manipulating minds, and yet you're being manipulated by someone else? This is too... dramatic."

"Come to think of it, those separate entities I encountered earlier that had lost their connection to the demon god...were also created by the mysterious person who was controlling you, right?"

Mastema looked at the irrational monster, seemingly still trying to get some information from this monster, which had no connection with the word "communicable" in any way, through dialogue.

"An experiment? How did the experiment take over your body? But you felt that, uh... those separate bodies weren't strong enough, didn't have the weight, so you abandoned them. That's why they lost their self-awareness and became beasts filled with your dark and crazy thoughts?"

The next moment, the tentacles that were originally tightly bound suddenly accelerated in mid-air and pointed directly at Mostima's brow. Everything happened in a flash.

In just a split second, the fallen angel smiled and gently raised his staff, pushing away the tentacles that were completely frozen in front of his brow.

"Good... You're a bit angry. Compared to those guys who are just used and thrown away, you still have some self-awareness. That's good news."

"Maybe I can get some interesting information from you... Ah, I'm not really interested in these troublesome things."

The woman shrugged. "But you know, you're a pagan. The people above like pagans like you who are worth exploiting the most."

"I'll have to spend some time...finding a way to tie you back."

She snapped her fingers and turned to look at the Archangel who was squatting on the ground counting ants out of boredom.

"Aneng, go out for a moment, I have something to do."

"Huh?" Exia raised her head and looked at Mastema with an unhappy expression. "Why? You made me so worried that I even canceled Sora's performance. If it happens to be Sora's turn now, I'll be doomed! And now you're asking me to leave?"

Mostima rubbed her brows. She didn't really care, but her supervisor definitely didn't want to see Archangel, and she would always have to go through the supervisor's hands to send this guy back to Lateran.

"How about..." Mastema asked tentatively, "I'll take you back to the venue first? It's very close from here."

The Angel of Power raised an eyebrow: "What about you?"

"Of course I came back to take care of things here."

"What about Sora's performance?"

"I'll rush over then."

"..."

Exiah pondered for a long time, and seemed reluctant to accept Mastema's proposal.

"What about this guy?" Exiah pointed at the monster that was completely controlled by Mastema. "What should we do with this guy?"

"I have a way." Mostima explained casually. After she sent away Archangel, the supervisor would be able to come out and watch this guy on her behalf.

Moreover, Angel was already used to her casual explanations and would not ask any extra questions.

Sure enough, although Exiah looked somewhat reluctant, she finally nodded.

"We agreed to come!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Mastema responded like coaxing a child, winked at the corner behind, took Exia's hand and prepared to take her away.

However, the next second, her figure appeared in front of the monster without any warning - just like a poorly edited film, the previous scene was her holding the hand of Angel, and the next scene she was standing there.

Mostima frowned, and the cage of time locked the monster with her clasped fingers, but in the end... she was one step too late.

"...Tsk."

She sighed softly and stepped back.

In the infinitely delayed space and time, the monster's body swelled and cracked, its flesh and meridians tore through its skin due to excessive stretching and exposed to the air, blood spurted into the sky like a fountain, and countless pieces of flesh and bones mixed together and exploded, like fireworks blooming in slow motion.

The flesh and blood spilled on the ground quickly shriveled and hardened, no longer showing any signs of life.

"Ugh!" Exiah pulled Mastema in front of her and said, "Why did it suddenly explode?"

"I'd also like to know the answer to this question." Mastema frowned slightly. "Although self-destruction is to be expected, it shouldn't be able to self-destruct under my control."

These lunatics on the opposite side definitely don't want to be captured by me and sent back to Lateran for research, just like the secret knights secretly sent by Lateran to Agor will detonate the Holy Glory bombs embedded in their chests when they have no way out.

Mostima was naturally extremely aware of this, but still couldn't prevent this guy from self-destructing... Logically speaking, it's impossible for it to do this without any reason. If it were in its previous state of being manipulated, perhaps it might have been possible, or maybe someone was...

……Um?

Mastema raised her eyebrows slightly, looking thoughtful.

"This matter doesn't seem as simple as it seems..."

Looking back at the still nauseous Archangel, Mastema shook her head helplessly: "So, I hate these messed up conspiracies the most. They're so troublesome."

Above her head, a pitch-black crow circled twice, then flapped its wings and flew away.

……

Nian sat in the arms of Guan Yueli, who was sitting cross-legged, and was fed by the latter from time to time.

"so……"

Nian, who also had his tail tucked up, said vaguely, "What the hell is going on here? Sometimes they follow the script, sometimes they don't. I don't understand what young people these days are thinking."

"No."

Guan Yueli rested his chin on Nian's head and said lazily, "Neither side followed the little guy's script."

"Really?" Nian, who had bitten off a grape, licked the juice on Guan Yueli's fingers. "It's not Xiao Chen and your sister's side either?"

"Of course not." The woman's tone was very lazy. "The normal scenario should be that the body, under his deliberate control, fights Xiao Chen to a standstill. After Xiao Xing arrives, he will increase his strength and force Xiao Chen and Xiao Xing into a difficult battle. When the battle reaches a certain stage, Xiao Chen and Xiao Xing will work together to kill the body."

At this point, Guan Yueli seemed extremely proud: "Instead of being hacked to death by Xiao Chen directly."

"You're still happy, but Xiao Chen is just messing around."

Nian glared at Guan Yueli and said, "She is one of the people that Old Dragon Head values. If she kills herself, will you be responsible?"

"How can you possibly die playing with me here?"

Guan Yueli seemed completely indifferent: "It's just sixty years of overdrawn life span, it will be replenished in an instant."

Nian's eyes turned strange: "Are you sure it's... for a moment?"

Guan Yueli was stunned for a moment, then pondered carefully: "It seems that it really can't be restored 'all at once'. Xiao Chen probably won't be able to accept it. But if I use normal methods to slowly restore sixty years of lifespan..."

She pushed the year aside and said, "You're good at math, how long will it take?"

Nian nudged Guan Yueli's chin in disdain: "No, calculate it yourself. And who said I'm good at arithmetic?"

She twisted her body for a moment, then asked, "So, what about those two angels? Why did you interfere with the fallen angel's efforts to return the sea creature's lackeys to Lateran?"

Yes, under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for a deep-sea monster that had lost its mind to self-destruct without alerting Mastema. For a fallen angel who could control time, her reaction time was obviously too much.

The premise is that under normal circumstances.

If... during this process, there was a person who was cultivated by Guan Yueli and inherited a set of profound Yin-Yang secret techniques and interfered, then it would be different.

Even if the little girl named Kamo Jingyu couldn't beat Mostima, it would be easy for her to do some sneaky tricks without anyone noticing.

——After all, Yin-Yang magic is often used for this kind of thing.

"Well," Guan Yueli explained, "We can't let that fallen angel know too much, otherwise she'll tell Shining in Lateran, and things will get a lot more complicated."

"Are you afraid of trouble?"

"I'm afraid that Liang Shanshan and Hai Li will start fighting." Guan Yueli curled her lips, "They have never really lost to me. If they want to fight, they have to lose to me first."

The concert was still going on. Guan Yueli and Nian could enjoy the performance in the venue through the one-way glass in the VIP room high up, but neither of them seemed interested.

"Well, in the end there's still no progress," Nian said suddenly.

"What progress?"

"Those two little girls who were killed by you?"

"Oh, you mean Xiao Aneng and Kong?" Guanyue Limingbai came over. "Their progress...why do you think there's no progress?"

"How is this progress?"

Nian was shocked: "Xiao Kong didn't even go, how can we cultivate feelings in battle? According to what he said about giving you a 'gift', at least the little angel and the little rabbit should live and die together to sublimate their relationship, right?"

"But you didn't appreciate their kindness and even changed the script. How can there be any progress?"

"Hey, that's what you don't understand."

Guan Yueli shook her head. "Sharing someone you like is a long-term process. The breakthrough I'm looking for isn't something that makes them want to Texas into each other's bed the moment they experience it—that kind of thing doesn't exist. Even if it did happen, they'd probably begrudgingly agree to it out of a desire to 'make it up to the other person,' which is bound to lead to trouble sooner or later."

The experienced woman talked freely:

"A stable triangle can only be maintained if the two children have the thought, 'Hey, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with sharing Texas with Exia (Sora).' That little girl who keeps giving me gifts doesn't understand anything and is obviously an emotional idiot."

"You really understand it..." Nian Xu narrowed his eyes, "I don't think anyone can understand it better than you."

"Anyway, let's just wait and see what happens. I think the turning point should be coming soon. And then..."

Guan Yueli stretched lazily: "Let's take care of Xiaochen and Xiaoxing's affairs. Xiaochen is the main person. Xiaoxing is very sensible and never needs me to worry about her."

"What happens next?"

A young voice asked, "I feel it too. You're leaving, right?"

"Why do you say that as if I'm going to knock on Shiny's door?"

Guan Yueli rubbed Nian's head and said, "How can you stay in one place all the time when traveling? I've been in Longmen long enough, I have to move somewhere. Or does little Nian Nian want to follow me?"

"..."

Nian was silent for a while and slowly shook his head.

"Forget it. We have plenty of time anyway. There will always be a chance to meet again."

"You, you guys, really don't lack time?"

The white-haired woman pinched Guan Yueli's cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart: "If you had a normal mouth, the people who like you would line up from Yan Country to Ursus and back again."

Guan Yueli was very disdainful of this: "It could have been good in the first place."

"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. So where are you going after this is over?"

"Um……"

Guan Yueli lightly hooked her finger, and the dart on the target in the room was pulled into her palm.

"Usually my destinations are random, but right now... there are two places I really want to go."

She throws the dart: