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"Azazel, do you want to fight?!"
"Don't get excited, don't get excited."
Azazel waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, but his smile only deepened.
"What's the use of getting angry at me? If you're so capable, go talk to your good son-in-law. But I advise you not to go. What if he sees you as an enemy trying to take your daughter away and gives you a 'Final Destination' package? That would be a real mess."
He paused, his joking expression vanishing, and his tone became serious.
"Let's get down to business. Pay your respects to Qiu."
"How can he not be hostile towards us fallen angels?"
This is the issue that Assassin is truly concerned about.
A powerful and troublesome being who possesses the divine annihilation artifact [The End] and whose strength is unknown, would be a catastrophic disaster for the Fallen Angels organization, which has only just begun to recover, if it were to become an enemy.
The lightning on Baiqiu's chest gradually subsided.
Of course he can distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.
"I understand that brat."
He squeezed out those words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with deep resentment.
"As long as we don't do anything reckless, he won't take the initiative to be hostile to the fallen angels, out of respect for Zhu Nai and me."
At this point, he changed the subject.
"But... Kirkbor, he..."
Mentioning this name, the last trace of a smile vanished from Azazel's face, replaced by a chilling coldness and disgust.
"That idiot who only knows how to cause trouble and doesn't dare to take responsibility."
Azazel snorted, picked up the fishing rod from the ground again, and cast the fishing line into the river.
"If he wants to play with fire, let him play with it. If he wants to die, let him die."
"Kokboir's death is not a pity."
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.
“He can die, but he absolutely cannot die at the hands of Vali. Otherwise, the balance within us fallen angels will be broken.”
Baiqiu remained silent.
He understood what Azazel meant.
Kirkbor's actions constitute treason. For a traitor, any method of punishment is justified.
"Don't you think this is a great opportunity to observe?"
A mischievous smile crept onto Azazel's lips once again.
"Look at Rias Gremory and Sonaside, these two new generation Demon Lord sisters, just how much they've grown."
"And while we're at it, let's see just how many hidden cards your cheap son-in-law, Zhou Ye, who can use metal bugs to monitor Wally, still has up his sleeve."
"Perhaps he can bring us an even bigger surprise than the Crimson Dragon Emperor?"
Asaher's eyes sparkled with the excitement of a researcher discovering a new topic.
That's your interest, not mine.
Bai Qiu coldly uttered a sentence and turned to leave.
He didn't want to see Azazel's gloating face for even a second longer.
He needs to go back and think carefully about how to teach that brat Zhou Ye to respect his father-in-law!
On the riverbank, only Azazel remained.
He complained, "Honestly, one or two of them are just troublemakers."
The expression on his face, however, clearly showed that he was enjoying the spectacle.
The tallest building in Kooh Town, the top of the Kooh Academy City Complex.
This is a forbidden zone inaccessible to mortals, where biting winds gather and howl.
A figure stood silently on the edge of the rooftop, ignoring the fierce wind that could break steel.
She had long, dazzling golden hair that flowed smoothly to her waist, and she wore a pure white, holy robe. Her flawless face wore a gentle, compassionate smile.
But deep within those equally golden eyes lay a detached indifference, as if a god were looking down upon yet another farce unfolding on earth.
Seraphim, Gabriel.
The most beautiful angel in heaven, one of God's spokespeople, is now watching the town below, which is about to become a battlefield, with her all-seeing eyes.
Behind her, a low-ranking angel stood bowing, his face showing tension and unease.
"Lord Gabriel, do we really not need to intervene?"
The angel's voice trembled.
"Kokbor's actions have seriously threatened the balance of this region, and countless innocent people will be caught up in it..."
"Intervention?"
Gabriel did not turn around; her voice was as gentle as a hymn, but its contents sent a chill down the spine of the low-ranking angel.
Why intervene?
She chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of amusedness that was hard to define.
"That cowardly and troublesome fool, Kokober, will probably never understand until his death that he was already a piece on the chessboard destined to be sacrificed."
"As for the fallen angels, Azazel has long wanted to get rid of them, but he just hasn't found a suitable reason."
"On the demon side, the young ladies of the Gremory and Siddi families need a significant achievement to solidify their positions."
"And we..."
Gabriel turned around and smiled at his subordinate, who was now completely dumbfounded.
"We can simply sit here, enjoy a good show, and eliminate a major threat without bloodshed. We can also take a look at the other two sides' current situation. Why not?"
"But...but Lord Michael, he..."
"Michael?"
Gabriel's smile widened.
“My dear Michael, now that someone can cover for him, he’d love for Kirkbor to make a bigger scene so that he can draw everyone’s attention and buy himself time to clean up the mess.”
She extended a slender finger and gently tapped her subordinate's forehead.
"My child, you must remember this. War is never just about fighting and killing; war is politics, it's a transaction."
"Kokbor thought he was waging war, but in reality, he was just a commodity put on the shelf. Azazel sold him to the devil, who used his life to train his troops, while we got a free fireworks show and got to assess our client's strength along the way."
The angel's faith was challenged like never before at this moment.
He couldn't reconcile the calculating and indifferent woman before him with the legendary holy and merciful seraph.
"You might find me surprising, but there's nothing I can do about it. That's just reality. If I were Azazel, I'd want to strangle that good-for-nothing idiot Kirkbor with my own hands."
Gabriel withdrew his finger and looked down again.
"An outdated warmonger is good for nothing but causing trouble. His greatest value is that his death will usher in a new era."
Her gaze pierced through the layers of buildings and landed precisely on the old school building of the Department of Paranormal Research.
“What’s really interesting isn’t Kirkbor.”
"It was that man named Zhou Ye."
A genuine emotional fluctuation finally appeared in Gabriel's golden eyes, a mixture of curiosity and inquisitive interest.
"A divine destruction artifact [The End] that was never recorded."
"A nanotechnology that even Azazel found challenging."
"And... Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima's almost undisguised affection for him."
"This game of chess has become more and more interesting because of his presence."
The subordinate angels were completely speechless and could only listen blankly.
So, just watch quietly.
Gabriel's voice regained its ethereal purity, untouched by worldly concerns.
"Watching how the remnants of the old era were ruthlessly crushed."
"We are also watching how new-era players take the stage."
"This is the will of God."
After she finished speaking, she fell silent and simply watched quietly.
That compassionate smile never left her face from beginning to end.
Chapter 184 A Satire on the Shame of Fallen Angels
The Kuoh Academy under the cover of night is a stark contrast to the tranquility of the daytime.
In the central square of the college, the air seemed to solidify into a solid block of lead, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
The cracked ground indicated that a significant conflict had just taken place here.
Kiba Yuuto holds a demon sword, standing beside him are Xenovia and Irina, whose expressions are complicated, and in front of them is Griseldaquata.
Opposite them, a silver-haired man dressed in a priest's robe, his face contorted with madness, was licking the lightsaber in his hand with an exaggeratedly long tongue, making nauseating noises.
The Fallen Exorcist, Fried Selzan.
At the heart of the battlefield, a man sat high above on a black throne constructed of magic.
He had ten jet-black wings that fluttered slowly on his back, and his handsome face was filled with undisguised arrogance and madness.
Kirkbor, a fallen angel cadre.
Just then, two groups of people entered the chaotic square from different directions.