“You, you’re…!”
White Blade had rarely lost in her life, but upon seeing Aina, she gritted her teeth in fury, for she had never laid eyes on this woman before!
She wore the Holy Church’s gold and silver long robe, with two pieces of armor tightly cinched around her waist, making the fabric hug her skin even more closely. The ornate golden headscarf added a touch of elegance to the girl’s silvery-white long hair. Her slender legs were wrapped in long boots and white stockings, a sight both alluring and appetizing.
A pair of wings unfurled behind her back, yet she carried the same aura as a human. Was this a Demon Race member or a human? But just from her attire, it was clear this was someone from the Holy Church.
White Blade despised the Holy Church because her father had told her that they were a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. On the surface, they claimed to act for humanity, but thousands of years ago, they had begun manipulating the structures of human forces, throwing the entire world into chaos—all for the selfish desires of those in power.
Thus, White Blade always went all out against anyone from the Holy Church.
But how was she supposed to fight this shining figure?!
Helpless, White Blade turned to Avira and said, “Lady Avira, didn’t we agree on a second meeting? I said it in advance! We’ll hand Pomistan over to you for the Seal, and we’ll help you collect more Seals in the future, but the condition is, don’t get in my way!”
White Blade tried to calm herself down:
“The Holy Church is definitely trying to sabotage us by stopping us. They’ve never truly cared for humanity or the future. Miss Avira, believe me!”
But upon hearing this woman’s words, Aina also turned her head to look at Avira.
“Sis, let’s take out the ones getting in our way, okay? Then we can go home and cuddle~”
Avira nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. Please, we’re not even living together right now!
But this tactic worked wonders on White Blade. She stared blankly at Avira, then at Aina, suddenly realizing that the two did look somewhat alike.
These two were actually blood sisters?
One was from the Demon Race, and the other a human? No, probably some other kind of existence.
Aina didn’t rely solely on emotional appeals. She looked earnestly into Avira’s eyes and said, “The Holy Church is indeed corrupt and incompetent, but with me and my sister’s guidance, it can get back on track. With our strength, no one in the Holy Church can beat us.”
“I’ll also help you collect Seals, and I know what my sister wants—Seals alone aren’t enough.”
Though no major clash erupted, the sparks in the air grew ever thicker.
Belis remained silent. Avira’s network of connections was far more chaotic than she had imagined. Soon after, she felt very sleepy, her eyes growing heavy, as if she were about to fall into a deep slumber from which she would never awaken.
At the critical moment, Ophitia arrived just in time with Lilina.
Lilina rushed to Belis’s side and embraced her. Even amid the tense standoff, nothing seemed able to stop the two from hugging.
They exchanged no words; it seemed that the embrace alone was enough to convey each other’s hardships and circumstances.
Lilina also noticed that Belis’s condition was poor. If she wasn’t mistaken, her life force was steadily draining away. Thus, she hurried to Ophitia and knelt once more, pleading, “Demon King, please save Belis. Belis was once an arrogant queen who looked down on everyone, overestimating herself with shortsightedness and narrow-mindedness… But now, she has lost all will to resist and will serve you without reservation. I beg you, give her one more chance to be together…”
Seeing Lilina plead like this pained Belis’s heart, but at this point, she had no right to reproach her.
“This isn’t a difficult matter at all. Don’t worry, leave it to me.”
【Mercy】
Ophitia had once repeatedly used the Hourglass of Mercy to prolong Oleniya’s life, which had overtaxed her abilities for a time. After all, as the Demon King during one of her periods of greatest proficiency, 【Mercy】 was a power beyond mortal comprehension.
Pink energy gathered around Ophitia’s entire body, transforming into a bridge that poured into the fallen Belis.
It was a warm power.
Even White Blade, as a human, and the Angel Aina could clearly sense the greatness of this force… It transcended races and was no privilege—it was equal compassion for all living beings.
Those in positions of power held the authority of life and death, yet chose mercy in the end.
—
Meanwhile, high in the sky ten thousand meters away, enveloped in gunpowder smoke with explosions of cannon fire filling the air.
The Dark Angel Amber transformed into a streak of black light, instantly slicing through the sails on the side of the flying ship before crashing through the deck onto the propeller. With one hand, she shattered the airborne ship’s “propeller” into pieces.
The flying ship didn’t lose balance from the missing sails; as long as the power furnace remained intact, it would hover in the air.
Suddenly, several large cannons emerged from the hull, and the ship swayed like a floating whale, aiming at Amber’s position.
“Boom—!”
A salvo of magic missiles roared deafeningly, but these shells, which slaughtered Blood Armor Knights so ruthlessly, posed no challenge for her to evade. She didn’t dodge; instead, she charged straight at the ship, turning once more into a black star. With a single slash accompanied by massive magical power, she cleaved the ship in half at the waist.
The flying ship finally plummeted downward.
Amber hovered in the air and glanced toward the northern sky.
“Seven more ships? Have humans developed to this extent now? Is it the Church? No…”
But suddenly, she sensed a warm power.
She searched around and detected a familiar aura.
However, how could the Demon King emit such a cute aura? If it were her from thousands of years ago, the ground for a hundred li around would be shrouded in terrifying miasma, with trees potentially assimilated into demon trees that attacked humans.
Yet the current Demon King’s aura lacked that aggression.
It was as if the bloodthirsty, ruthless king had achieved her life’s goal and become gentle… Could Lady Ophitia really have turned into this?
Regrettably, Pomistan was like a swarm of flies. If she went to the Demon King now, these filthy humans would surely tail her.
“To interfere with my meeting with Lady Demon King—pathetic humans. How should I torment you… Throw you into a crocodile pit, or a corrosive swamp?”
Amber’s voice grew increasingly furious.
Suddenly, a voice made her pause.
“Miss Demon Race, do you need assistance? If we team up, these humans are no match for us~”
Turning around, Amber saw a voluptuous Demon Race woman.
Her eyes held three parts admiration and seven parts flirtation. In short, this one respected her, but not overly so.
Amber raised an eyebrow slightly, realizing that the Demon Race before her was no ordinary being.
“A Soul Devouring Demon, huh? It’s been too long since I last saw one.”
