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Azazel scratched his messy hair in frustration.
"Alright, alright, got it!"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"You stay here and keep watch, I'm going to meet that unscientific kid."
"Damn it... what a jinx today."
He muttered something and gestured to the two adjutants behind him.
The two equally pale-faced fallen angel officers trembled, but gritted their teeth and followed.
A black magic circle unfolded beneath Azazel's feet, filled with an aura of ominousness and corruption.
With a flash of light, the three figures disappeared from the spot.
……
at the same time.
The rooftop at the highest point of the teaching building.
A holy radiance, rippling like water.
Gabriel and the angels behind her also clearly heard Zhou Ye's invitation.
The atmosphere, too, was frozen.
"Lord Gabriel..."
A blonde high angel, her wings trembling slightly, mustered her courage and spoke with difficulty.
“That man…he’s inviting us.”
Should we...respond?
This question reflects the sentiments of all angels.
go down?
Go and face that monster who dismantles Ertianlong like a toy?
To confront that terrifying being who exudes an aura of "non-mythology" and "non-magic"?
Even from a distance, their souls were sending out warnings—an instinctive fear of the unknown.
Another angel immediately retorted, “Too dangerous! Lord Gabriel! That man, his retinue, and that…that creation of steel are all unknown!”
"We shouldn't make contact with him lightly!"
“That’s right! We should return to the Celestial Realm immediately and report everything that has happened here to Lord Michael before making a decision!”
The angels offered their advice in a cacophony of voices, their faces filled with resistance and fear.
This is not cowardice.
This is the most authentic reaction of living beings when faced with higher-dimensional existence.
"Quiet."
Gabriel finally spoke.
Her voice remained gentle, yet carried an irresistible authority that instantly calmed all the restlessness.
She didn't look at her subordinates behind her.
Her gaze pierced through the vast distance and landed on the black-haired boy who had already sat down leisurely and picked up his teacup.
She could sense that the other person's subtle perception was constantly locking onto them.
From the beginning of the battle to the end of the battle.
These voyeurs never left the other person's "screen".
“Let’s go see him.”
Gabriel made a decision.
"But, sir!"
"No buts."
Gabriel interrupted her subordinates' exclamations. She slowly turned around, her emerald green eyes calmly sweeping over each angel.
“From the moment he extended the invitation, we had no choice.”
"Hiding means cowardice."
"Leaving means hostility."
"Do you think we have a chance to leave quietly, given the power he just displayed?"
A series of rhetorical questions left all the angels speechless....
Yes.
Their supposedly invincible concealment barrier is probably no different from a transparent glass dome in the eyes of the other side.
"He demonstrated strength, but did not kill them all."
Gabriel continued.
"He defeated Vali, but did not kill him immediately."
“He discovered us, but then set up a tea table.”
"This shows that, at least at this stage, he doesn't want things to escalate to an irreparable point. He's flexing his muscles while also extending goodwill, or rather... setting his own rules."
"We must go."
"Go and understand him, find out his intentions, and assess his position."
"This is our duty."
Having said that, Gabriel gave his subordinates no further chance to object.
She took the first step, and twelve pure white wings gently unfolded.
A holy radiance, like a pillar of light descending from the sky, enveloped them as they slowly descended to the ground.
……
Komao Academy, at the school gate.
This is the outer edge of the battlefield, and also the conventionally agreed-upon buffer zone before entering this area.
Space distorted, and black lightning bolts leaped.
Azazel, accompanied by two lieutenants, stepped out of the magic circle.
He was about to habitually straighten his collar to make himself look more presentable when his movements suddenly froze.
It was not far in front of them.
A gentle and holy beam of light descended silently.
As the light faded, several slender and beautiful figures were revealed.
Leading the group was the seraphim, a being with twelve wings and whose beauty was otherworldly.
The air seemed to freeze completely at this moment in 4.0.
The corrupt darkness and the sacred light collided and rubbed violently here, emitting a silent groan.
Azazel's two lieutenants and the angels behind Gabriel all showed signs of extreme vigilance at almost the same time.
The energy of both sides surged uncontrollably.
A major battle seems imminent.
However, neither Assassin nor Gabriel, as the leaders of their respective sides, looked at their subordinates.
Their attention was entirely focused on each other.
Governor of the Fallen Angels.
Seraphim.
In the biblical mythological system, it is surprising that one of the highest-ranking combatants from two opposing camps would unexpectedly meet in such a place and in such a way.
Finally, it was Azazel who broke the deathly silence.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression that was even uglier than crying.
"Azazel?"
The ever-present smile on Gabriel's holy face vanished, replaced by a complex emotion mingled with surprise and solemnity.
"Gabriel?"
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"So slow." Zhou Ye picked up the black tea that Nami had brewed, gently blew on the steam, his movements so leisurely that it didn't seem like he was in the middle of a great battle.
He glanced lazily at the school gate in the distance.
The atmosphere there was much more tense than his afternoon tea party.
Two distinct yet equally powerful and suffocating energies, one black and one white, are clashing violently, causing subtle distortions in space.
"Tsk, it's like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, what's there to confront?"
Zhou Ye pursed his lips, put the teacup back on the table, and it made a crisp, light sound.
The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible command, clearly spreading throughout the deathly silent campus and precisely piercing the ears of both sides in the confrontation.
"Gentlemen, now that you're here, don't just stand there staring at each other."
"Anyway, fallen angels, angels, and demons have decided to band together for warmth in order to cope with the pressure from other pantheons."
"Couldn't this be seen as a rehearsal for peace talks?"
Zhou Ye's words, which were somewhat teasing yet contained an irresistible meaning, struck Azazel and Gabriel's hearts like a heavy hammer.
Asaher's forced smile, which looked more like a grimace, froze completely on his face.