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Chapter 615 Action
Ye sat on the cold ground and closed his eyes.

In my mind, there was not an empty darkness, but a giant painting that unfolded in an instant.

Today, the entire process of leaving the floating island of the farm and heading to the central open space to be selected was broken down into countless data points.

The number of steps he took, the distance of each step, the precise coordinates of the fields, rocks, and roads he saw along the way, and the distribution of the angelic guard posts all contributed to building a perfect sand table model in his mind.

His brain was working at full power at that moment, and just a few seconds later, he opened his eyes.

In his mind, he was already standing in the center of the floating island, and then he took off running, rushing towards the edge of the floating island.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the ground beneath his feet receded rapidly until he broke through the edge and stood suspended in mid-air.

"...23 minutes and 8 seconds."

He opened his eyes and found himself still in that dilapidated little wooden hut next to the horse stable.

Cold sweat mixed with blood seeping from the wound soaked through the thin linen clothes.

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if two pebbles were rubbing against each other.

"...Taking into account the pain in my body, strenuous exercise will exacerbate the curse, so the maximum speed should be considered as 80% of the usual speed."

Then take into account the decline in physical strength..."

His mind raced, countless formulas flashing through his head and then vanishing.
"...The angel patrol usually patrols once an hour, but now that it involves advancing into the Abyssal Demon City, they will definitely increase their vigilance, and the patrol time may be reduced to thirty minutes."

not enough time.

This road is a dead end.

So, what if you just jump down?
Jehovah picked up a small pebble from the ground, held it above his head, and then released his fingers.

The pebble landed with a soft "tap".

In that instant, he had already calculated the acceleration due to gravity.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, his consciousness appeared high in the sky, the floating island behind him like a suspended landmass. He plummeted straight down, the wind whistling like knives, his speed increasing rapidly.

On the ground, the outline of the Abyssal Demon City, shrouded in a blood-black spatial membrane, rapidly magnified in his vision, and then... shifted.

With a crash, I landed on the ground, and my consciousness turned into a blurry mass of flesh.

That mass of flesh was about fifty kilometers away as the crow flies from the area where the Abyssal Demon City was located.

Ye opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the direction of the horse pen.

"...Pegasus".

He took a deep breath; this was the only way out.

To reach the Demon City of Abyss within a limited time, he needs a means of transportation.

However, his talent—this cold and precise ability to calculate—was invincible in dealing with numbers, geometry, and logical realities, but utterly useless in dealing with life.

Because life possesses self-awareness, its actions are chaotic.

He could not fathom the emotions of a celestial horse, nor could he predict its loyalty.

Jehovah's status was that of the lowest slave in the territory of the Angels.

Besides humans, there are several other types of slaves here, each with a status far higher than theirs.

The highest class consists of elves and flower fairies, who can serve as stewards for their masters and are even allowed to ride celestial horses.

Elves, handsome and elegant, are hardly considered slaves in the eyes of angels; they are more like servants of slightly lower status.

Humans who are found to have touched Pegasus outside of work will be punished, ranging from being whipped to being purified by the sacred fire.

He had never ridden a celestial horse; he had only seen them running and soaring from afar while feeding and cleaning them.

He could easily calculate their speed and simulate the trajectory that would allow them to easily send him into the Abyssal Demon City.

The key point is that he was not qualified to ride the Pegasus.

These creatures are intelligent and proud; they can understand the language of angels and elves, but they ignore the words of other slaves.

Ye clearly remembers the look the Pegasus gave him when he went to feed and groom them—a look of disdain and impatience as if they were trash. He was kicked and bitten by the Pegasus no less than twenty times, and was also whipped by the overseer for deliberately dirtying the ground.

Hua once held him in the middle of the night and told him in a very low voice that the eyes of those Pegasus horses were filled with undisguised mockery and pleasure.

Pegasus eats a hundred times better than him.

Round soybeans, paired with fine wheat, and fresh eggs are added to every meal.

And Ye didn't dare steal even a single bean. He trusted Hua's judgment; if he did, his fellow countrymen who had been burned to death by the sacred fire would suffer the same fate.

He was certain that if he tried to mount any of the celestial horses, it would immediately throw him to the ground, then neigh loudly and attract the guards.

This farm has dozens of pedigree horse pens, and the one he is in charge of has more than a dozen pedigree horses.

He had to find a mount that could carry him to safety. But that was impossible.

No matter how he reasoned, none of these celestial horses would willingly let him ride them.

They wouldn't, not even the most docile foal.

So he did not act rashly; he simply sat in the darkness and waited silently.

It's around 11 p.m. now, and Tianma is sleeping the most soundly between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m.

They have no natural enemies on this floating island and sleep soundly.

But once awakened, their irritability and aggression are enough to alarm the entire farm.

He took out the sickle he used to cut wheat stalks, weighed it down with the burlap he had torn from his body, and gently sharpened the blade on the rough stone ground to minimize the noise.

Time passed by, second by second, and Ye just silently counted, calculating each passing second.

Finally, he stood up. He gripped the sickle tightly in his hand and used a piece of hemp cloth to wrap his palm tightly around the wooden handle of the sickle.

He crumpled the remaining linen into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket. At the same time, he took out a few iron nails from the corner of the wall for repairing horseshoes.

In the darkness, he moved toward the horse pen little by little, like a ghost.

The movement was extremely slow, and the landing was silent.

He gently climbed into the horse pen, where a dozen or so horses were half-lying on the haystacks, fast asleep, emitting steady breathing sounds.

His target was the strongest male Pegasus.

It took him nearly ten minutes to walk a distance of just a dozen steps.

Finally, Ye stopped and silently looked at the sleeping stallion, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Then, he slowly moved to the side of one of the mares, lowered his body, and silently pressed the sickle in his hand against the mare's warm neck.

The next instant, he used all his strength to pull hard!
"Woo——"

A low, mournful cry was suppressed in his throat. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the trachea and surrounding arteries, and scalding blood gushed out, splattering all over Ye's face.

The mare suddenly awoke, her hooves twitching as she tried to stand up.

The sudden commotion instantly awakened all the sleeping Pegasus! They raised their heads in confusion, not yet understanding what had happened.

In that instant, Ye, like an arrow released from a bow, pounced on another mare, his scythe drawing a bloody arc as he precisely slit its throat once more.

This time it was even more rushed. The mare retreated in terror amidst the excruciating pain, letting out a half-whisper.

It all happened in a flash. In a split second, Ye leaped up and, using all four limbs, clung firmly to the back of the startled stallion!
The stallion was enraged by the sudden turn of events and the weight on its back, and was about to rear up and throw him off.

But Ye is faster.

His hand, which wasn't holding a sickle, had somehow grasped a cold iron nail and pressed it down swiftly on the crucial spot where the stallion's neck and back connected!
"hiss--!!!"

A ferocious roar echoed through the night sky, but the power that was enough to overturn everything froze the moment the nail pierced flesh.

Ye, covered in blood, looked like a demon crawling out of hell, gazing down at the trembling beast beneath him with cold, emotionless eyes.

He didn't speak, but the scythe, still dripping with the blood of his kind, and the iron nail that could pierce to the bone at any moment, said it all.

Fly, or die...

(End of this chapter)