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Arrubion's voice was filled with unprecedented emotional fluctuations—shock and emotion.
"Are you crazy? Without me, how will you challenge the strong? How will you defeat the Crimson Dragon Emperor?"
"The strong do not rely on external things."
Vali looked at his hands, then raised his head to look at the man who had brought him an unprecedented sense of defeat, Zhou Ye.
"True strength comes from within. I've only just realized this."
He smiled.
It was a relieved smile, a smile that showed that someone had found a new goal.
"Moreover, a cage, no matter how magnificent, is still a cage. My nemesis is Draig, not the vessel of her soul."
"Arubion, you've been trapped for far too long."
These words silenced everyone present.
Even Azazel, who had just been acting crazy, looked at Lucifer's descendant, his adopted son, with a complicated expression.
He relinquished the power that would have allowed him to reach the pinnacle of the world, all to grant his companions freedom.
This spirit...
Even Sazex, looking at this boy who was theoretically his "relative," showed a hint of approval in his eyes.
"It's easier said than done."
Zhou Ye's words broke the rare touching atmosphere.
He curled his lip, looking disdainful.
"It's as if I'm about to take action."
He crossed his arms and looked down at Wali.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not some pushover. If you want me to take action, you'll have to pay a price."
"Moreover," he paused, a hint of disdain in his voice, "with my current technological reserves, even if I could build it, it would only be a half-finished product. The soul of the Heavenly Dragon is so vast; if the container isn't strong enough and it explodes, that would be a real disaster."
"At that time, not only will you be ruined, but Albion will also be finished. It would be quite romantic to live happily ever after together."
These harsh words completely destroyed the nascent atmosphere of emotion.
Vali and Arubion's faces darkened.
"Then what do you want?" Vali asked, frowning.
"It's very simple."
Zhou Ye's gaze slowly fell on Azazel, the fallen angel governor, not far away.
The "clown" who had just been utterly defeated by him.
"I've heard that the Fallen Angels organization's Divine Child Monitors have been researching God Destruction Tools for thousands of years. They've even created a knock-off of an artificial God Destruction Tool."
"Although it's all rubbish that's not presentable, many of the basic data and theories in it should still be of some reference value to me."
A playful smile curved at the corners of Zhou Ye's lips.
"Governor Asaher".
He called out the other person's name.
"Give me all the research data you have on artificial artifacts and god-destroying tools."
"In exchange, when my technology improves and I'm in a good mood, I might consider helping your little white dragon create a perfect body."
"even……"
Zhou Ye drawled out his words, like a demon tempting mortals to fall.
"I can also conveniently help you, poor host, by creating a replica of the White Dragon Emperor's Wings."
"This allows him to both retain his strength and liberate his comrades."
"How about it?"
Zhou Ye looked at Azazel, his lazy eyes revealing a knowing and mocking smile.
"For you, this deal isn't a bad one for 637, is it?"
The entire ruins were deathly silent.
Everyone's mind was buzzing.
A replica of... the God-Slaying Gear?
Or is it a top-tier divine annihilation tool of the White Dragon Emperor's Light Wings level?!
This...this is beyond arrogance!
This is a challenge to the realm of the God of the Bible!
Azazel's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He wasn't driven by fear, but by an indescribable mix of humiliation, anger, and... a touch of frenzied excitement!
His life's work, his proudest masterpiece, was described by the other party as "garbage that can't be presented in public" and "a knock-off with some reference value."
But then, the other party offered him a crazy temptation that he simply couldn't refuse.
He looked at Zhou Ye, and the expression on that man's face seemed to say:
"Your life's work is only good enough to be my assistant."
What a shame!
but……
If it could really be done...
Azazel's breathing became heavy.
His already dead heart, the heart crushed by the "truth," seemed to be injected with a powerful dose of medicine at this moment.
He slowly, very slowly, straightened up.
The distraught look on his face gradually faded.
Instead, a completely new expression emerged, a mixture of self-deprecation, madness, and inquiry.
"what……"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
He laughed again, but this time, his laughter was no longer filled with despair.
"interesting……"
"That's fucking hilarious!"
Asaher stared at Zhou Ye and said, word by word.
"it is good!"
"I'll give it to you!"
Chapter 209 The Meeting Inside the Celestial Realm
On the other side of the world, in a higher-dimensional space, the atmosphere was so heavy that time seemed to freeze.
skyline.
The round table conference hall of the highest heaven.
The glory here is eternal, and the lingering echoes of hymns resonate between every white pillar.
But today, there is no trace of sacred peace here.
There was only a cold, bone-chilling cold.
Gabriel, Michael, Uriel.
According to the Bible, after God's fall, the three remaining seraphim sat solemnly at three corners of a round table.
Below them were rows of lower-ranking angels, from archangels to principalities, each with their heads bowed, their pure white wings trembling slightly with fear.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
Boom!
Michael slammed his fist on the round table, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared in the sacred material.
His androgynous face, which should have been a beauty that transcended gender, was now distorted by extreme anger, making him look exactly like a turkey with its tail on fire.
"Good guy! What a good guy!"
Michael's voice was filled with suppressed, thunderous rage.
"No wonder the sacred system left by our Lord has been malfunctioning lately! Turns out, some damned rats! Thieves! Have sneaked in!"
His roar shook the entire conference hall, and the bodies of the angels below trembled even more violently.
"Michael, calm down."
Gabriel spoke, her voice as gentle as ever, but her golden eyes burned with an uncontrollable rage.
"We also bear responsibility for this."
She looked at Michael, then glanced at Uriel, who remained silent to the side.
"If it weren't for Zhou Yejun... providing those crucial inferences and data, we wouldn't know how long we would have been kept in the dark."
A deep sense of self-reproach appeared on Gabriel's face.
"On the day our Lord fought... no, on the day He disappeared, we were all too immersed in grief. We were so oblivious that we didn't even notice that someone had quietly hacked into our core system."
"Responsibility? What's the use of talking about that now!" Michael wouldn't listen at all. "Our home has been broken into! Someone has tampered with our Lord's most precious legacy right under our noses! This is a disgrace! An indelible disgrace!"
"Therefore, anger will not solve the problem."
Uriel, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a "tap, tap, tap" sound, each tap striking the heart of every angel.