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The Sixth Seat, who had become so weak that he had turned into a finger-length hell worm, was completely unable to resist and could only be installed in this shackled puppet like a battery.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you should be careful about your words and actions. As a nobleman's servant, you shouldn't be so rude."

Angesi struck the ground with the horse-head short staff in his hand, and the next moment, even more dazzling lightning flashed across the body of the Sixth Seat.

Only after the Sixth Seat lowered his head and no longer looked at Anges with resistance and resentment, but lay on the ground motionless like a stray dog, did Anges stop his personality resetting electric shock therapy on the Sixth Seat.

"Anges, are you here to take over the 'House of Awakening' hosted by the Eighth Seat? Even if the Eighth Seat agrees, the King of the Thirteenth Seat will not let you take over. This Mile City and the surrounding cities are all sacrifices! The King of the Thirteenth Seat will not let you go!"

"I know that you, a puppet bastard, need a body just like the king. You both want to upgrade to stage seven, but the king has been planning this for decades! There's no way he'll give it to you."

"The good stuff here has already been divided up by the Eighth and Thirteenth Seats. There is no point in you coming here, or have you figured it out? Do you want me to protect you? Do you bring me here to eat people to restore your strength?"

The Sixth Red Glove knew that Angos had lost his original body in the previous battle against Blacklet.

Now Angoshi is just using a better puppet body. This makes Red Gloves very happy, because Angoshi is at a disadvantage.

Although he is also in a miserable state, he can restore his size and strength by eating humans. This city that has lost its lord and order is the best "meat storehouse", where the eighth seat of "Undead" and the thirteenth seat of the King both have their feasts.

Of course, Red Gloves knew that Angers would not really help him recover all his strength, but that didn't stop him from venting his anger for a moment.

"Hahahaha, you are wrong. I am not in a hurry to get a new body. What I want is the necessary conditions to advance to stage seven."

Angus picked up the tea that Rebecca had poured and signaled to Rebecca that she could start playing.

Facing the dark and silent city and the twinkling starry night sky, Rebecca played the piano gracefully and Angus drank tea elegantly.

The red gloves on the side also danced uncontrollably for Angers, dancing an awkward and stupid dance like a puppet.

"Isn't it because you and the Ninth Seat chose to become ugly monsters that you wanted to usurp the title of Stage Seven?"

"Stage seven is 'demigod'. That is, one has transcended the status of 'mortal' and has been promoted to a being below 'god'. The number of stars representing 'god' and 'demigod' is limited and will neither increase nor decrease."

"So if you want to become a 'demigod', you need to obtain a 'title'."

"Red Gloves, neither you nor the Duchess can obtain the 'title' of stage seven, so you chose to fuse the corpses of stage seven monsters, thereby bypassing the original rules and becoming stage seven 'demigods'."

"The price is that you will need a long time to try to adapt and accept the price of giving up your human form."

Red Gloves wanted to argue and refute Angus's words.

But he couldn't think of any justifiable reason, because what Angos said was the truth.

Not everyone can become a demigod.

If you want to become a demigod, you must go through trials, just like the seven Valkyries of the Templar Church who entered the Trial of the Lake, and only after being recognized by the Seal Goddess and obtaining the Valkyrie code can you become a "demigod."

The Valkyrie Alexia who had been tracking the Red Gloves was given the title of "Incarnation of Holy Light" and thus became a Stage 7 Valkyrie.

Although this title is the weakest in combat among the Valkyries, Alexia gains the power of immortality.

Red Gloves and the Duchess were unable to obtain any "demigod" title, so they could only choose to spend hundreds of years fusing the corpses of Warcraft, allowing themselves to become stage seven Warcraft and thus join the ranks of "demigods".

However, the monsters in stage seven are not as good as "demigods".

Compared to the "demigods" who possess various powerful abilities, stage seven monsters are just like "stage six" monsters with stronger vitality.

But Red Gloves did not regret it. During the long hundreds of years, he had seen countless Stage 6s who wanted to upgrade to Stage 7, but were unable to obtain the "title" and had to submit to the "demigods".

Red Gloves didn't think his method was wrong, but Black Light made him start to doubt his life and wonder if he had made the wrong choice.

Now, Angos wanted to get the title of "demigod", but Red Gloves thought Angos was joking.

"Anges, you weak bastard, there is no demigod trial in Mile City, you can't become a demigod."

"You will be like the dying Thirteenth King. He will eventually die as a loser like the other Stage Sixes."

"Don't think you are so arrogant that you look down on people like us who take shortcuts in Warcraft. But how many of you can achieve the title of Demigod? You will always be at the sixth stage. At least I have successfully reached the seventh stage!"

In response to the Red Gloves' resistance, Angos struck the ground a few times with his horse-head short stick.

Suddenly, the dance of the red gloves became more and more frantic, accompanied by electric lights that made people's scalps tingle.

Soon Red Gloves howled again like a screaming chicken, but his screams disturbed Rebecca's piano playing, so Angers turned Red Gloves' mouth to silent mode.

"No, I will get the title of 'demigod'. Although there is no demigod trial here, isn't there a demigod? Isn't the 'Immortal' in the eighth seat a demigod? 'Immortal' is his title of demigod."

Angos' words made the red gloves, who were unable to make a sound, show a "horrified" expression.

Because, Angus is saying: he wants the title of the eighth seat.

Only when the eighth seat dies, his demigod title "Immortal" will become vacant. Although it also requires trials, it will be much easier than other demigod titles.

After all, the other demigod titles are of hellish difficulty, which countless stage sixes have wanted to obtain, but ultimately failed miserably.

The members of the Hermit Order all know something about the content of the trial for the demigod title of "Immortal". It is very likely that Anges knows the content of the trial for the demigod title of "Immortal", so he is so confident.

But Angos, at this stage six, was obviously unable to defeat the demigod of the eighth seat.

So how did he want to get the title of "Immortal" of the eighth seat? When Red Gloves was puzzled, he found that Angos was staring at Mins Street.

Red Gloves remembered that he had just made a phone call.

Blackletter, Blackletter is here!

So although Anges seemed to be helping Blacklett resist the attacks of the nobles under the Eighth Seat, was he actually deliberately intensifying the conflict between Blacklett and the Eighth Seat?

This bastard Angos, he wanted to do the same thing as when he backstabbed me, the sixth seat.

Angos wanted to team up with Blacklet to kill the eighth seat of the Hermits? Then he could get the demigod title of "Immortal" of the eighth seat?

Traitor! Angus didn't just want to backstab himself, the sixth seat.

This traitor even wants to backstab the other leaders of the Hermit Society in order to usurp the title of "Demigod"!

If the Chief knew Ange's true nature, he would definitely kill Ange!

However, after a few seconds of excitement, Red Gloves fell into decadence and despair again.

His body was still under the control of Angus, dancing the ugly "Swan Lake". He had no chance to complain to the chief, and was even helping Blacklett, who had put him in such a situation, to clean up the nobles who tried to attack him.

Killing people and killing people is nothing more than that.

Chapter 172 The Valkyrie's Jade Feet

"Little man, come and rinse your mouth!"

Facing the cup handed over by Annaletia, Hei Lai Te rolled his eyes at her, took the cup, took out a lighter and lit it.

The next moment, a flame suddenly jumped out of the cup, scaring Heatherly who was standing beside her.

On the surface, the cup that Analetia gave to Heilite contained water, but in fact it was alcohol with a very high concentration.

"Drinking so early in the morning, are you going to continue to spend the day doing nothing?"

"Can't you do something more serious? Like raid the nobles' lair? Go check out other places? Have you checked the ruins of the slaughterhouse?"

"What about the 'undead'? Didn't you go and find out any news about the 'undead'?"

After pouring out the wine in the glass, Hei Lai Te filled a new glass with water and drank it all.

Looking at Annaletia lying on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand, and seeing her low-cut camisole slipping down to her shoulders, and her long legs in black stockings casually resting on the back of the sofa, although Hei Lai Te had already gotten used to it, he still couldn't help getting angry.

"What does it matter? If that guy is here, he will show up sooner or later."

She put her arm around Heatherly's waist as she passed by and held her in her arms like a pillow. At this moment, Annaletia looked like a naughty uncle who was a frequent visitor to the nightclub.

Lifting up her black silk jade feet with red nail polish, Annaletia's narrow eyes curled up in pleasure.

Looking at Heilite, she continued to speak outrageously with indifference. "Right, Heatherly, isn't it good for us to live a peaceful life?"

"The three of us are living happily together, eating the empty salary of the Holy Church. When I feel good one day, I will have a baby for you, my little man. From now on, I will not be a damn Valkyrie anymore!"

"All he thinks about every day is fighting and killing. It's his little man's pride that's getting in the way."

Well, now it seems to be Blacklett’s turn, right?

Staring at Annaletia in front of him, Hei Lai Te wanted to slap her hard on the face twice.

Unfortunately, Blacklett couldn't beat her, and Blacklett would be the one who got beaten. Blacklett didn't want to humiliate himself, so he could only grit his teeth and watch Anaretia, who was playing slacking off, and pulled Heatherly out of Anaretia's arms.

"I'm worried that you'll be struck by lightning someday! People like you will sooner or later be punished by the Holy Seal Goddess, and we who follow you every day will also be in trouble!"

The Goddess of the Holy Seal is everywhere. The knights and nuns who took care of Blacklet when he was a child often said so.

In particular, members of the Templar Church can feel the presence of the Goddess of the Holy Seal more clearly. As demigods of the Templar Church, the Valkyries can even communicate directly with the Goddess of the Holy Seal and listen to her voice.

With Annaletia's attitude, it is not impossible that she will be struck by lightning.

"Goddess of the Holy Seal is very gentle. I said I wanted to have a baby with you, but she didn't react. So it's okay, it's okay. Goddess of the Holy Seal likes you very much. Hei Lai Te, you are such a sinful man. You are worthy of being the little man that I like. Give me a kiss~"

It was impossible to convince Analetia, and Heilite had no intention of convincing Analetia to mend her ways and start doing the right thing.

He was just angry at the fact that he didn't fight back, and hoped that the Goddess of Holy Seal wouldn't blame this troublesome guy.

"I'll take Heatherly out to buy some bread. It's up to you."

Taking Heatherly with him, Hewlett went out. He took Heatherly with him because he was worried that Annaletia would pretend to be drunk and do something messy to this honest girl.

In the past, Annaletia could only harm Blackletter, but now Blackletter doesn't want Heatherly to become Annaletia's victim.

Closing the door heavily behind him, Hewlett took Heatherly onto Mins Street and exhaled heavily, his blood pressure rising a little.

"Reverend, Mr. Reverend, I think Sister Anaretia is a good person."

Seeing that Hewlett was so exhausted by Annaletia, Heatherly tried to comfort Hewlett.

"Yeah, I know. That guy is just playing badly. He's not a bad guy, but he's still a troublesome guy."

Now Heilet no longer needs to explain to Heatherly the relationship between himself and Anaretia. After just one night together, Heatherly has already understood Anaretia's character.

It only took Analetia one night to shatter Heilite's impression of her as an angel.

Is the Holy Church really alright? If this is what our Valkyrie is like.

"Reverend, I feel very happy now. I know it's too selfish to say this, but Reverend, I like this kind of life very much. I have Sister Anaretia here."

Heatherly looked at Blacklet in front of her with some trepidation. She knew that her words had crossed the line.

As a person who was just taken in by Blacklett, Heatherly expressed her desire for such a life and tried to assess the current situation based on her own feelings.

But this is what Heatherly really felt at the moment. When Heilite turned around and looked at her, Heatherly left and ran away from his sight, lowering her head.

But what she feared did not happen, and Blacklett touched her head.

"I don't hate this kind of life either. I'm just worried that Anaretia will anger the Goddess of the Holy Seal. She has no idea how many rules of the Holy Church she has violated. I hope the Goddess of the Holy Seal will be merciful enough."