Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Taking advantage of the moment when the other dragon priests were blocking the corrupting angels, the scholar quietly retreated to the dragon's side, providing magical support to help the dragon father accelerate his regeneration. He lowered his voice and secretly asked, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything."

Why is the sleeper angry?

"I do not know."

"..." The scholar's attention, which had been firmly fixed on the angel, shifted to his old friend. "Then what are you laughing at?"

"A smile makes me strong. The enemy's curses are our success, and mocking his anger is the best psychological tactic." After saying this, Mr. Dragon further opened his mouth, revealing his ferocious dragon teeth to the evil god.

"...Stop laughing, they can't hold on much longer."

As the corrupted angels clashed with the crowd, warriors of various races appeared on the front lines, joining the forces against the corrupted paladins, carving a bloody path with axes and longswords. The divide between the living and the dead quietly disappeared in the face of crisis; they fought alongside skeletons, and those twisted creations even appeared endearing against the backdrop of the corrupted knights. Soaring dragons unleashed their breath, healing allies and destroying enemies, sometimes strengthening, sometimes enraging, and the corrupted army of holy light gradually crumbled. When the white-clad Pope Atlach appeared on the battlefield, the holy radiance bestowed upon the enemy caused the twisted knights to pause for a moment.

The scales of fate had tipped, and the sleeping Triton keenly sensed it.

"You've seen enough of your resistance!" An ancient and majestic voice echoed across the battlefield. The corrupted angel, suspended in the air, burst forth with a powerful and holy radiance. The voice emanating from its head became even more mournful, and the divine pressure forced back the enemies entangled around the angel.

The corrupted angel's power was increasing, its flesh and blood were somewhat withered, and its previously tangled and blurry form was becoming clearer. Triton reduced the angel's corruption, and as the power that was not angelic diminished, it became more aligned with the current era of Holy Light. Under the despairing gazes of the crowd, they gradually came to understand what an angel truly was. A simple physical confrontation with the release of magic was overwhelmingly powerful, but who would have thought that the angel was now even stronger? Holy flames burned on its wings; without a doubt, a single punch from it would leave one half-dead and forced to retreat from the battlefield. This was the best-case scenario. Behind its golden wings, a halo of holy light, imbued with a beautiful rainbow, continuously released power as intense as the sun. The slumbering angel, having relinquished control, had gained better control of its body. The first phase of switching to a single special attack trait had ended; the corrupted angel now was the true king of the era, possessing a special attack against all things.

This level of liberation, approaching even Raymond Merlock's normal state, still saw him as a serious crusader commander focused on killing. The weaker races had already knelt in the black mud, their primal instincts driving fear to dominate their minds. The slaughtered monsters, the exterminated witches, the impaled dragons, the beaten liches—all were suppressed. The corrupted paladins stood tall in this dazzling light forged by human history, raising their heads to gaze upon the Pope, who shone with holy light, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

A feeling of utter despair began to spread.

"It's not time to give up yet!" Raising its head, the dragon looked at the sun, its claws gripping the earth on its chest, its folded wings like taut springs.

"Are you resigned to this? To having your existence and your desires denied! Because he is stronger than you? Are you to offer your necks for slaughter? Rebel against him! Our lives are not without value! As the weak, we also have the right to speak out for ourselves! To those in high positions! To the gods! We are no longer pets to be slaughtered. If they won't let us live, then let them die!!!"

The Dragon Father's declaration seemed laughable to the Sleeper. This former Devourer, a part of God, had actually shown weakness in his words, admitting he was inferior to the angels. Perhaps this would resonate with more people, a kind of emotional appeal. Triton simply thought he had lost his spirit and was no longer a threat. This world is forgiving; declaring your strength doesn't necessarily make you strong, but admitting your weakness certainly makes you cowardly. The only path to victory is unwavering courage.

The Father of Ten Thousand Dragons spread his wings and soared high, rushing towards the radiant angel as a challenger.

"My enemy, let our struggle continue, let the age of mythology be restarted, and I will tear your flesh from Ragnarok!"

Provoked, the corrupted angel did not hesitate to fight back. With the dragon-slaying holy spear in his hand, he flapped his wings, and the angel and the evil dragon clashed once again.

Dragon claws severed wings, light spears pierced reverse scales, and the two intertwined forces exploded into a rain of blood. The liberated evil god paid no attention to the battle, using his senses to observe the others and create their enemies.

The spine was broken, the last shred of flesh clinging to the tattered body. The chest cavity was ripped open, and the splattered blood elicited screams from its offspring below. The angel's holy form was stained with blood, but that was all. The difference in size made it appear as if the angel had been swallowed by the dragon, when in reality, the Father of Dragons' internal organs were nearly dismantled. To pollute the angel's aura with its own flesh and blood—this was the legacy of the dragon, once a defeated being.

However, this seems to be enough.

From the dragon's chest, a leather glove emerged, and the power of the evil god surged. The dragon's flesh and blood transformed into poison, seeping into the angel's body. Lyle Bühler, hidden within the dragon's body, used this body of the Father of Dragons, which he himself had created, to carry out a second corruption of the corrupted angel.

The dragon's claws seized the angel's weapon, Lyle grabbed his teacher's ribs, and looked past the angel of light covered in flesh and blood to look at Triton's enormous evil eye.

“I have said that this is the resistance of the weak, a war against those in power, a war against the gods.”

"My war with you, the sleeper Triton."

Two evil gods, sharing the same origin, each wield their own flesh and blood, clashing and corrupting each other within the body of the Angel of Light, vying for control of the angel. The Sleeper's power is undoubtedly greater than Lyle's, but the challenges he faces are also heavier: he must resist the corruption and control the angel's spirit, while Lyle's sole objective is to stop Him.

The dragon's mangled remains, carrying Lyle, plummeted from the sky. The disembowelment wasn't a fatal wound to the immortal dragon. Lyle, amplified by the illusory network in his mental world and aided by the dual ominous influences of his second and third personalities, was still no match for the ancient creator. Nia's flesh was corrupted and eroded, and it seemed the angel was about to be controlled by the evil god once more.

[As a variable, you are far from qualified, juvenile.] Ever since the first Pure One, Raymond, appeared, the evil god has become more cunning and no longer allows extraterrestrial forces to be out of control. Therefore, He did not hesitate to give a part of His divine flesh and blood to Lyle to corrupt him, making the Pure One Lyle a juvenile evil god of the same origin, and then defeating him with His own knowledge.

"Do you know what the biggest difference between us is? Evil God."

"There are many of us."

Chapter 847 Deus Ex: Mechanism

In the deepest basement, Mr. Delusional removed his clothes and all ornaments, revealing his mechanical body as he knelt to one side. Opposite him was a uniform cylinder about one meter high, emitting the low hum of a fan—the only sound in the room. A flat strip of flesh, about the thickness of a finger, wrapped the entire surface of the cylinder in an interlaced pattern resembling woven bamboo mats; its dark red color stood out incongruously and dangerously against the overall silvery-white space.

Mr. Delusional stared at the cylinder, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the gaps in the fleshy strips and observe the darkness within. He slowly leaned forward, the virtual brain projected inside the metal box drawing ever closer.

He coughed twice, his low, magnetic voice sounding like he was whispering to a cylinder.

"The seal has been lifted."

The cylinder remained motionless.

Two seconds passed.

The cylinder remained motionless.

Delusional fell silent. He reached out a finger to probe, the titanium alloy fingertip touching the surface of the flesh. He held the edge and gently tore it open. The flesh seal was much simpler and easier to remove than he had imagined; it could be torn off with a little force, not much more strenuous than plucking flower petals.

"Plague doctor..."

Mr. Delusional sighed.

"I can't believe it... He simply put a seal on the Broken Angel."

After the outer layer was cleaned, Mr. Delusional saw the contents: a metal sphere placed on the base of the cylindrical capsule. His indicator light turned blue; there was nothing else in his sight except her.

After a pleasant notification tone, the metal sphere that was being held in the palm of the delusion emitted a sound, a clear, melodious, innocent female voice.

[What can I do to help you, Willem?]

"I'm sorry, Dorothy." With her activated auto-core, she tried to walk out of the room.

[I forgive you, Willem.]

"I haven't explained why I'm apologizing yet."

The electronic eye adjusted its angle.

[Whatever you did wrong, I will forgive you, Willim.]

Wangxiang chuckled and, following the cable, led the core to the elevator platform. In the center of the spotlight, a slender mechanical body slumped in a chair, surrounded by robotic arms constantly adjusting it. Wangxiang reached out, and the core docked with the mechanical doll. After a few flashes, the sphere self-disintegrated into metallic lines that merged into it.

Dorothy's indicator light came on, and she raised her head, frantically raising her hands to pull on several wires that hindered the robotic arm. The emotion module was the first to take effect.

“I’m sorry for hurting your friends, Willem.” Her stored records were still at the point before the seal was placed. “I made a programming error back then, and I’m not making excuses. Although I was a little jealous that you often left, I wouldn’t go so far as to destroy all your friends. Ha, isn’t it too late to say all this now?”

With her palms pressed against the inside of her thighs, Dorothy's frustration inadvertently increased the difficulty of the robotic arm's work.

“It’s all in the past, Dorothy. We should focus on the present. They are all very forgiving people. If you are really ashamed, you can delete the past records.”

The robotic doll tilted its head, striking a cute pose.

“Wilim is spouting nonsense again. You’ve become increasingly strange since you came into this world.”

Mr. Delusional hummed smugly, squatted down and took Dorothy's hand. The maintenance of the doll continued, and on the raised platform, Mr. Delusional's peaceful voice sounded like he was reciting poetry.

"I think I've found my kind here. Automata and liches are really similar; both have cold bodies, both are inextricably linked to humans, both enjoy calm contemplation, but occasionally display obsessive sensuality. I'll introduce you to my friends; they'll be astonished and realize how foolish and shallow it was to interpret my biography as mere fantasy. Andre has developed a body capable of bearing emotions, Dorothy, do you want to become human, like I used to be? We can order a cake, write our names in buttercream on the walls of the Wandering City, collect falling coins with a magnet, drink until we're completely drunk, and then spin around in the middle of the dance floor until one of us vomits..."

Dorothy listened to the delusional fantasies, her initial indifference turning into excitement. Her visual collectors glowed, she clapped excitedly, reached out and hugged the mechanical arm beside her, and happily used her hydraulic-level strength to unscrew the front end of the mechanical arm.

"Just like in the books, we can actually have a child. We'll design a child together using our parts. You'll be in charge of the core programming, and I'll make the exterior, stitching the skin together with the most beautiful synthetic materials. I'll choose a beautiful gemstone, or even handcraft an artificial diamond, as the core. And yes, I won't forget to cherish SS. I'll treat him like my own child. To be honest, the exoskeleton you gave him is too extravagant. After his body deteriorates, I'll upload the data and truly make him our child."

“We’ll be together forever, Willim.”

"Of course, Dorothy."

The elevator reached the very top of the pyramid structure, and the dialogue between the two suddenly turned into a public confession. Dorothy found herself in a crowd of tens of thousands of enforcers with the same appearance as Willem, standing on each step.

The exquisitely crafted puppet smiled, a perfectly mimicked smile.

"You lied to me again, Willim."

He spoke softly, as if telling a bedtime story.

"The technological deviations in this world have fundamental flaws. We cannot replicate automated machines like you and me. To recreate the power of the Broken Angels that ended that era, we must dismantle every Willim Executor present here and reconstruct the Broken Wings. My friend pulled me out of the darkness, and now it is my time to repay him. Help Andrei, my angel."

The doll entered a silent state, faithfully carrying out the creator's commands. Electric arcs flowed from her body, dismembering her kind and breaking down the automated machinery into tiny units to execute the upgrade protocol.

[Creator System Upgrade, Reconstructing the Star of Genesis]

[Broken Angels automated startup, 1%, 2%, 3%...]

The executors, drawn together, formed a vast torrent of steel, their numbers rapidly decreasing. The mechanical angels' power surged from the basic fourth tier to the fifth, sixth, and seventh tiers... analyzing the power of the present world and using magic to create concepts.

The concept [mechanical] is established.

The concept [analysis] is valid.

The concept of [reconstruction] is valid.

The concept of [Skynet] was established.

The mechanical city collapsed, and the magnificent metal buildings formed a new body for the shattered angel.

Mr. Delusion was still holding her fingers when the pull began to tear at his body. He knelt down on one knee, took off his own ring, and gently placed the Andreas Ring on Dorothy's finger.

"Our meeting was a mistake, dear Dorothy."

"But if there is a next time, I will still make this beautiful mistake."

"Herein is the heartfelt offering of Willem Wyjang."

"This is to prove that Dorothy is his only angel."

[...98%, 99%, 100%, Broken Angel, activate.]

The number of 10,001 Willim Executors has now been reduced to zero.

The Broken Angel opened her eyes in a flash of lightning, gently flapped her mechanical wings, and the jet stream carried her into the sky, rushing into the deepest darkness and onto the battlefield.

[Dorothy, the Broken Angel, immediately execute the Creator's final will]

[For Willim, assist Andrei]

Chapter 848 Past and Future

Lyle swore to God he was just trying to boost morale, and when his words came true, he was surprised himself.

A blazing white ray connected heaven and earth, sweeping past like a sword slicing through the ground, striking the angel amidst gasps of alarm. There was no explosion; the parts touched by the ray turned into bright silver metal, whether it was black mud or the flesh covering the corrupted angel. Metallic threads sprouted from those places, piercing into the surrounding non-metallic parts and promoting the decomposition and reconstruction of matter.

Genesis Ray—Lyle is all too familiar with this attack. Now it seems that the Broken Angel has even learned from the previous lesson and evolved a contagious form of god-like power.

The radiant angel seemed stunned by the change in his body. A sonic boom ripped through the clouds, and a mechanical angel with larger wings and a more magnificent appearance, radiating light, descended from the sky, colliding with him. Missiles also rained down from the sky, exploding like flowers at the border of the battle lines.

[Target captured, suppression procedures initiated]

The Broken Angel swung its fist, its speed like a bullet leaving a dent in flesh. The Corrupted Angel, pinned beneath it, roared as if insulted, its halo opening behind it as it thrust out a beam of light with all its might.

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