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Instead, a new and powerful energy emerged, carrying a paradoxical sense of decadence and holiness!
When the last small piece of crystal was swallowed by them.
The mutation has begun.
"Puff puff!"
Sharp, tearing sounds rang out one after another.
The two girls bent over in pain as their clothes were suddenly ripped open at the back.
One after another, jet-black feathers, dripping with magical liquid, gushed wildly from their spines!
These feathers did not spread out like wings.
Instead, they intertwined and entangled with each other at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge, airtight black eggshell.
In just a few breaths.
Two living, breathing human girls vanished from the spot.
Instead, there were two enormous black cocoons with red magical patterns flowing across their surfaces.
They stood there quietly, with a strong, powerful heartbeat emanating from within.
The whole audience was silent.
All the fallen angels stared at the two black cocoons with an almost suffocating gaze.
They could sense it.
Inside the cocoon, two pure lives, sharing the same roots as them, are being conceived.
"Depending on the DNA samples taken and the individual's own abilities, the time required also varies."
Zhou Ye's languid voice broke the silence.
"Those two are too weak; it will probably take about fifteen minutes."
His nonchalant attitude made Azazel's heart pound again.
He forced down the shock in his heart, turned his head, and squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying on his distorted face.
"Brother Zhou...may I ask you a question?"
He carefully crafted his words.
"Whose DNA is this?"
He paused, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the long, straight black-haired girl behind Zhou Ye, who remained silent but was impossible to ignore.
"Is it... Akeno?"
This problem is like a bomb dropped into a calm lake.
Instantly, it stirred up a huge wave.
"!"
Akeno Himejima's body tensed up suddenly...
She suddenly raised her head, her beautiful purple eyes staring straight at Zhou Ye.
It was filled with shock, confusion, and a sense of betrayal that she herself hadn't even realized.
When did he take his own blood?
He used his own blood to conduct this experiment... to create new "compatriots"?
Why didn't he tell himself?
Countless questions exploded in Zhu Nai's mind, turning her usually calm heart into a tangled mess.
Rias also sensed the emotional fluctuations of her familiar. She looked at Akeno with concern, then at Zhou Ye, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.
"Not her."
Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, Zhou Ye gave a straightforward answer.
He didn't even turn around to look at Zhu Nai, but calmly looked at Azazel opposite him.
“They are two low-level fallen angels who were captured by me before and later joined my side.”
"One was named Linali, and the other was named Karavana. Now they've been renamed Kara."
"The samples were provided voluntarily by them."
Zhou Ye's tone was completely calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter.
But the content of his words in section 4.2 caused Azazel's pupils to contract once again.
Lina Li?
Karavana?
Aren't those Kokober's men?
Two fallen angels who went missing during the Church War!
So, it turns out this kid got you captured?
Moreover, they even subdued them?
Azazel felt his brain wasn't working properly.
Zhou Ye, however, seemed completely oblivious to the turmoil raging within him.
He simply turned his head and, for the first time, looked directly at the emotionally unstable girl behind him.
"If it used your DNA"
Zhou Ye looked into Himejima Akeno's complicated eyes and said, word by word.
"I'll tell you first before I do this."
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Zhou Ye's words were spoken calmly, yet with unwavering conviction.
Like a powerful tranquilizer, it instantly calmed the turbulent waves in Himejima Akeno's heart.
As she looked at Zhou Ye's profile, the sting of being deceived quietly dissipated.
It turns out that what she feared was never being used by him.
Rather, he was afraid that, in his mind, he was just a "material" that could be used at will, without even the right to be informed.
Now, the misunderstanding has been cleared up.
Her heart settled down.
She gave a soft "hmm," her voice barely audible, yet it clearly expressed her attitude.
She believed him.
Zhou Ye didn't say anything more. He leaned back in his chair, resuming his lazy posture, as if his reassuring promise was just a casual remark.
The atmosphere once again fell into a suffocating silence.
fifteen minutes.
For an afternoon tea, it's just the time to savor the second slice of cake.
But for everyone in the ruins at this moment, those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.
No one speaks.
All eyes were fixed on the two enormous, silent black cocoons of wings.
Asaher was restless.
He would stand up and pace anxiously in place for a while, then sit down heavily again, gripping his knees tightly with both hands.
His face, which always wore a nonchalant smile, was now covered in sweat and bloodshot veins.
He dared not blink, afraid of missing any change.
The fallen angels behind him resembled stone sculptures.
They remained kneeling or standing, motionless, their eyes filled with such fervor and anticipation that they seemed to ignite the two cocoons.
This is a trial.
It is the final judgment of their entire fallen angel race.
On the other side, Seraph Gabriel maintained his elegant sitting posture.
But her hands, clasped tightly in front of her with her knuckles slightly clenched, betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
She didn't look at the two cocoons.
Her gaze remained fixed on the instigator, the young man sitting imposingly in the main seat.
This man is too dangerous.
The technology he has mastered has already touched upon the realm of God.
Create life.
Define race.
If this gets out of control, the consequences will be far more terrible than any war recorded in the Bible.
A balance of power among the three parties?
The cornerstone of world peace?
Faced with technology that can "mass-produce" pure-blooded races, all of this will become a joke.
Rias and Sona stood behind Zhou Ye, even their breathing deliberately slowed down.
A storm was brewing in their minds as well.
Rias thought of her brother, the current Demon King Sazex.
I thought of how he had gone to great lengths to solve the problem of the scarcity of pure-blooded demons, even at the cost of infamy, in order to promote the "Demon Piece" system.