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"As far as I know, I am probably the last person in the world with this surname."
The answer was flawless.
so perfect.
It was as perfect as a prepared statement.
Zhou Ye's suspicions only grew stronger.
This woman is hiding a secret.
but it does not matter.
Under an absolute contract, any conspiracy or trickery is nothing more than a boring pastime.
He has plenty of time to slowly uncover everything she has hidden in her heart.
The most urgent task is to integrate the resources at hand.
"Go, heal them."
Zhou Ye casually raised his chin in the direction of Michael and the other two.
"Yes, my lord."
Helena bowed and accepted the order.
She simply waved her hand lightly.
Three gentle beams of holy light then fell upon Michael, Uriel, and Gabriel, respectively.
Michael's severed body healed rapidly under the holy light, and the Honkai energy lurking in the wound was easily dispelled.
Uriel and Gabriel, whose life force had been depleted by launching the "Last Sanctuary," also had their resources replenished.
Their injuries healed in just a few breaths.
But physical recovery could not soothe the shock and confusion deep in their souls.
They could feel it clearly.
Their Lord has changed.
That supreme authority has been transferred to that black-haired man.
The former creator before me is now merely that man's "messenger of the gods".
The three seraphim stood up and walked stiffly to Zhou Ye, their expressions extremely complicated.
There was humiliation, resentment, and confusion, but more than anything, there was a sense of powerlessness in the face of the established facts.
Zhou Ye didn't bother with their inner thoughts.
He turned around, took a step, and appeared on the ruins of the council hall, before the throne that once belonged to the God of the Bible.
He sat down without any hesitation.
Nami and Saeko Busujima stood on either side of the throne.
Zhou Ye leaned back in his chair, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingers, looking down at Helena, who stood respectfully below, and the three newly appointed "veterans of the previous dynasty."
Heaven has officially changed hands.
"From this day forward, I am the sole ruler of Heaven."
"My words are divine pronouncements."
He paused, and his cold command echoed from the throne throughout the ruins.
"Michael."
“Yes, my lord,” Michael replied, bowing his head, his voice hoarse.
"Go to the demons' side."
"Uriel."
“…Yes.” Uriel’s reply trembled slightly.
"Go to the fallen angels."
Zhou Ye's voice was devoid of any warmth.
“Tell Sazex and Azazel.”
"Three days later, at Kooh Academy."
"I—the new master of Heaven—want to talk to them about the new order of this world."
Chapter 221 The Oracle of the New God
The cold command echoed across the ruins.
Michael and Uriel's bodies stiffened uncontrollably.
They thought they were going to be imprisoned, purged, or even torture more humiliating than death.
But none of them expected it to be like this.
messenger.
Go to the former enemy and convey the new master's orders.
This was a more humiliating experience for them than killing them.
The commander of Heaven, the strategist of Heaven, has now been reduced to a mere messenger.
The new owner, with his haughty demeanor, didn't even bother to announce his arrival himself, simply sending out two newly tamed dogs.
Michael clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.
Golden divine blood dripped down, but he felt no pain.
A surge of rage burned within him, but it was instantly extinguished when it touched the absolute contractual mark deep within his soul, leaving only cold, lifeless ashes.
He was powerless to resist.
Even the thought of rebellion constitutes a desecration of the master.
Uriel lowered his head, his long purple hair obscuring his pale face.
He thought more deeply than Michael.
This new master is not humiliating them.
Or rather, humiliating them was just a side effect.
He was using this most direct and barbaric method to declare to the whole world—
The old era has turned the page.
He is the new rule.
The two did not speak or make eye contact.
Silently, he turned around, tore open spatial rifts leading in different directions, and stepped into them, his body disheveled and his pride shattered.
……
The underworld, Fort Djimonri.
Demon Lord Sirzechs Lucifer was sitting in a magnificent drawing room with Rias's mother, Vinella Nagimori, and several other Demon Lords.
On the table in front of them, a complex magic circle was slowly rotating, displaying a diagram of energy fluctuations between the human realm and the heavenly dimension.
The curves on it were so chaotic that they were impossible to decipher.
"Son, we've completely lost contact with things in heaven. Zhou Ye has also lost signal."
Vinilana's expression was very serious.
"All the reconnaissance familiars we sent out were instantly annihilated by an unfamiliar force as they approached the Heavenly Barrier."
Sazex tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his long red hair flowing like flames.
"That power... was filled with an aura of destruction and collapse, completely opposed to the Holy Light. What kind of monster has Michael provoked? Could it be Zhou Ye who attacked Heaven?"
The voice just fell.
hum!
In the center of the reception room, a golden teleportation array, filled with a sacred aura, suddenly lit up without warning.
"It's an angel's teleportation spell!"
Sazex abruptly stood up, his magic instantly surging to its peak, his entire body on high alert. He wasn't alone; Seraphru and the other demons were all in the same state.
Heaven actually dared to open a portal directly into his Demon King's castle at a time like this?
Is this a declaration of war?
The light dissipated.
A disheveled figure staggered out of the magic circle, nearly falling to the ground.
His seraphic robes had been reduced to tattered strips, and his pure white wings were stained with dried golden blood, with some pieces even torn.
His handsome face was covered with bruises, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Michael...?"
Sazex's pupils contracted sharply.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
Is this man, who looks as miserable as a stray dog, really the gentle and cunning man he has fought against for thousands of years?
This is impossible!
What kind of battle could have reduced Michael to this state?
This is no longer as simple as just being defeated.
Sazex could sense that Michael's inextinguishable flame of pride as an archangel had been completely extinguished.
"Michael! You..."