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"Now, the boss has run away, the backstage is empty, and the script has been burned."
"I just want to see."
A wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"You bunch of supporting characters who have been playing roles for tens of thousands of years, now that there's no script, will you continue acting, or... do you have the guts to write a new play yourselves?"
"or……"
He paused, and a cold, all-knowing glint flashed in his usually lazy eyes.
"...actors from other production crews rushed onto the stage and smashed it to pieces, stage and all?"
boom!
The last sentence sent a jolt through both Sazex and Azazel.
They are not fools.
They instantly understood what Zhou Ye meant.
Other film crews!
Greek pantheon, Norse pantheon, Egyptian pantheon, Hindu pantheon...
These powerful beings were once suppressed by the biblical pantheon!
When the God of the Bible was present, they dared not act rashly...
But now, the biblical pantheon is in turmoil, its high-end combat power is dwindling, and even the news of the "death" of its supreme leader has become common knowledge.
What does this mean in the eyes of those covetous "neighbors"?
It means a huge, juicy, and undefended cake!
A cake called "faith" that would allow them to break the existing pattern and even go further!
Cold sweat instantly seeped from the foreheads of Sazex and Azazel.
Their constant infighting seems so ridiculous, so...foolish, in the face of a larger global landscape!
at this time.
Gabriel, who had been listless and dejected, suddenly made a move.
She slowly, very slowly, straightened up.
The bewilderment and pain on her face were fading, replaced by a resolute determination, tinged with compassion, as if she were rebuilding from the ashes.
She walked up to Zhou Ye.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, this seraphic saintess of the highest rank bowed deeply to the lazy young man.
A perfect, impeccable 90-degree bow.
"Thank you for your instruction, Mr. Zhou."
Her voice, no longer trembling, regained its former coolness and purity, yet possessed an unprecedented firmness.
After speaking, she straightened up and turned to face Sazex and Azazel, whose expressions were complicated.
"Azazel, Sazex."
"The three of us can reach a peace agreement."
Even if it's just temporary.
The figures of her two arch-enemies were reflected in her golden pupils.
"Just like Zhou Jun said, the old script is over."
"Before we write a new script, the first thing we need to do is preserve this stage."
"We need to rest and recuperate, and we also need time to accept all of this."
"More importantly in 4.2, we must guard against spying and attacks from other pantheons."
Gabriel's words carried weight and conviction.
Azazel remained silent.
He looked at Gabriel, his old adversary with whom he had fought for thousands of years. In her face, he saw the same weariness as his own, and... clarity.
Yes.
What's the point of fighting anymore?
The very meaning of their existence is a joke, yet they fight to the death for that laughable dignity and territory—that's what makes them truly stupid.
He exhaled a long breath, as if to release all the pent-up frustration and anger of the past ten thousand years.
"I have no opinion."
Sazex nodded as well.
As the Demon King, he understood the balance of interests better than anyone else.
"I agree. The demons are willing to abide by the temporary peace agreement."
In this absurd yet somber atmosphere, a consensus was reached in a meeting that was enough to overturn the history of the three parties.
The person who orchestrated all of this simply yawned, seemingly unsurprised by the outcome.
Chapter 208 Draig's Request
In this heavy, almost dripping silence, an incongruous figure broke the frozen scene.
A dragon girl, dressed in a red, tight-fitting mechanical combat suit, with dazzling long crimson hair, a pair of dragon horns on her head, and a tail trailing behind her, walked out from behind Zhou Ye with a graceful, cat-like gait.
It was none other than the Crimson Dragon Emperor, Draig, who had acquired a completely new body.
Ignoring the murderous expressions on the faces of those powerful figures, she walked straight to Vali Lucifer, who was lying unconscious on the ground.
She looked with great interest at the pair of White Dragon Emperor's Wings behind Vali, which were constantly emitting a white halo.
Then, she stretched out her slender finger and poked at the pair of light wings.
"Oh my, isn't this Albion?"
Draig's voice was sweet and cloying, carrying an undisguised mockery and pleasure.
"Why was this meeting so rushed? It didn't even last fifteen minutes before I finished it off. You're really bad at this!"
"Om-!"
The White Dragon Emperor's wings suddenly erupted with dazzling light and trembled violently as if he were greatly angered by these words.
A similarly clear, but arrogant and angry female voice roared out from the wings of light.
"Dreig! You bastard!"
"If I had a body like yours, I'd kill you! Don't try to act all high and mighty in front of me!"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Draig patted his rather large chest exaggeratedly, laughing heartily.
"But the problem is, you don't have it."
She abruptly changed the subject, her golden dragon eyes glancing slyly at Zhou Ye, who was leisurely drinking tea not far away.
"Am I right, partner?"
Zhou Ye put down his teacup; he understood Drag's little scheme, of course.
It's simply because they saw their old rival in such a sorry state and wanted to lend a hand to their comrade.
No, they are sisters.
He stood up, slowly walked to Vali's side, and glanced at the pair of light wings that were still "trembling".
“Making her a body wouldn’t be out of the question.”
Zhou Ye's words were simple and ordinary, yet they made everyone present prick up their ears.
Especially Azazel.
He suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, an emotion beyond shock appeared in his bloodshot eyes—the fervor and disbelief that belonged to a researcher.
The "container" used to create the God-Slaying Gear?
No, it's about creating a completely new and independent "body" for the "Soul of the Heavenly Dragon"!
This has gone beyond the realm of artificial artifacts! This is... creation!
"but,"
Zhou Ye changed the subject, looking at the pair of wings of light, then glancing at Vali on the ground.
"That means Vali Lucifer is basically useless."
"His current strength is largely due to the God-Slaying Gear [White Dragon Emperor's Wings]. If you remove the God-Slaying Gear from his body, he'll be nothing more than a relatively durable descendant of a demon king, unable to even continue playing the role of the nemesis set up by the God of the Bible."
"..."
Arubian fell silent.
She may not care about herself, but she cannot care about her host.
This is a peculiar bond that has lasted for countless generations.
Just then, a weak voice rang out.
"It's ok."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Vali, who had been unconscious, had woken up at some point and was struggling to sit up from the ground.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, but his eyes, those of a battle maniac, shone brightly.
He overheard the conversation.
“If Albian can be freed, I can let her leave at any time.”
Wali's voice was not loud, but it was firm and resounding.
"Wali!"