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At this moment, their worldview was completely shattered and then reshaped by Zhou Ye in the most brutal and unreasonable way.
The villain?
Playing the bad cop?
Tool man?
Azazel swayed, the color draining from his face.
He remembered why he had fallen from heaven.
He thought of his comrades who had rebelled with him.
It reminded me of the blood, tears, sacrifices, and struggles they endured over tens of thousands of years for the continuation of their race…
In the end, was it all just a pre-arranged play?
They are not rebels who pursue freedom.
They were just... clowns written into the script?
"Do not……"
"This is impossible……"
Azazel muttered to himself in a daze, feeling as if his soul had been ripped out.
The situation in Sazex and Seraph is not much better.
They have always taken pride in the first demon king's rebellion against the tyranny of the gods and his eventual destruction. This is the very foundation upon which all demons stand.
But now, Zhou Ye tells them that their ancestors may have just acted in a play with the boss and then been banished to hell, this godforsaken place, to continue playing villainous roles.
Then what about these descendants of demon kings?
The Joker's descendant?
Gabriel was the one who found this statement the most unacceptable.
Her body trembled violently, and her golden pupils were filled with pain and struggle.
“My Lord…He…He is not like that…”
"He loves all people...He is the most good..."
"hehe."
Zhou Ye let out a nonchalant chuckle, interrupting her self-hypnosis.
"Perfect good?"
"Would a supremely benevolent being stand idly by and watch its children kill each other, causing rivers of blood to flow for tens of thousands of years?"
"Would a supremely benevolent being leave behind something like a God-Destroying Tool, granting mortals the power to kill gods and turn the world upside down?"
"Wake up, Archangel."
Zhou Ye sat up straight, and for the first time, a cold, sharp glint appeared in his usually lazy eyes.
"Don't try to understand a real god with your naive, black-and-white thinking."
"In His eyes, there is no good or evil."
Only... balance.
"Your existence is to maintain balance."
After Zhou Ye finished speaking, he ignored the three bigwigs who had fallen into self-doubt and whose worldviews had completely collapsed.
He picked up the teacup again and blew on it to cool it down.
A deathly silence reigned above the ruins.
Only the cold wind remained, blowing through the cold hearts of each "tool person."
Chapter 207 Provisional Peace Treaty
A deathly silence reigned above the ruins.
All that's left is the cold wind, blowing through the cold hearts of every "tool person".
Time lost its meaning at this moment.
Azazel, Gabriel, Sazex, Seraph.
These four individuals, who held the pinnacle of power in their respective races, now stood frozen in place like four statues whose souls had been ripped away.
Zhou Ye's words were more vicious and destructive than any forbidden curse.
It did not destroy their bodies, but it utterly crushed the beliefs upon which they depended for survival, the very foundation of their race's existence, into dust.
The villain?
Tool man?
A pre-arranged drama?
"what……"
Suddenly, a dry, broken laugh shattered the deathly silence.
It is Azazel.
He lowered his head, his shoulders heaving violently, and his laughter grew louder and more manic.
"Hahahaha... Hahahahahaha!"
He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears streaming down his face. His usually cynical face was now filled with despair and self-mockery.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is!"
"I fucking thought I was a hero who resisted tyranny!"
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhou Ye, and roared hoarsely.
"So many of our brothers and comrades died! Just to roll down from that damn place in heaven! We struggled for tens of thousands of years just to avoid being crushed by angels and demons! And in the end, you're telling me we're just clowns?!"
"A...idiot who's just there to warm up the main character?!"
His questioning was filled with blood and tears, and with an overwhelming rage at being fooled for thousands of years.
Sazex and Seraph's expressions were also extremely grim.
If fallen angels are clowns, then what are demons?
A hereditary clown family, exiled to a remote area, who have played villains for generations, and who don't even know when their boss will return from his "business trip".
This is worse than killing them!
Only Gabriel showed no anger or roar.
Her body was still trembling slightly.
Those pure golden eyes were now empty, devoid of any luster.
Like an abandoned child, she murmured to herself over and over again in a voice only she could hear.
"It's fake...it's all fake..."
“My Lord’s love… balance… how could this be…”
For a pure Holy Spirit like her, the collapse of her faith was a torture more terrible than death.
Rias and Sona stood behind Zhou Ye, not daring to breathe.
They looked at their brother, the governor of the fallen angels, and the saintess of the seraphim—these legendary figures—and in just a few words from Zhou Ye, they were reduced to this disheveled and dejected state.
An indescribable sense of awe and fear rose from the deepest part of their hearts.
What kind of monster is this man?
"It's noisy."
Zhou Ye frowned and impatiently picked at his ear.
His nonchalant attitude only added fuel to the fire.
"I'm just stating a fact, is it really necessary to get so worked up?"
“The truth?” Sazex finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an intense, suppressed rage.
He wasn't as hysterical as Azazel, but the demonic aura emanating from him made the surrounding air feel thick and sticky.
"Brother-in-law, what I really want to know is, what is your purpose in telling us this fact?"
This question, like a bolt of lightning, jolted Azazel and Gabriel awake from their self-doubt.
Yup!
why?
This man appeared out of nowhere, first helping the fallen angels solve the problem of racial continuation, and then using a shocking "truth" to repeatedly humiliate the three forces.
What is he planning?
In an instant, everyone's attention was once again focused on Zhou Ye.
Doubt, vigilance, investigation.
"Purpose?"
Zhou Ye yawned lazily, as if he was utterly bored by their fuss.
He held up one finger, pointed to the sky, and then to the ground.
"Don't you guys find it boring that the same old drama has been playing out on this world stage for tens of thousands of years?"
He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, crossing his legs and placing them on the pitiful stone table in front of him.
"Angels always represent justice, demons always represent evil, and fallen angels are in the middle, trying to mediate."
"After all the fighting and arguing, what was the result? Nothing changed."
"The script is so old-fashioned, and the actors are so pedantic, it almost put me to sleep."
Zhou Ye's face revealed a critical and disdainful look befitting an ultimate film critic.