Chapter 918: The Fallen Angels' Stage Play
Isabel's longing for Aiwass was so strong that she didn't even need to say a word; just her watery eyes softened Aiwass's heart.
However, no matter how reluctant Isabel was to leave Ivas, she was no longer the little girl who could rely on Ivas in a willful way.
She buried her face in Aiwass's collarbone, breathing in his scent deeply. Her slightly cold hands slipped through the sleeves of Aiwass's robe and hugged his back. Her fingertips gently touched his spine, carefully tracing the marks of his spine.
It was not until her arm synchronized with the temperature of Aiwass's skin, which was much hotter than that of an ordinary person, that Isabel reluctantly let go of Aiwass.
"Go, my knight."
Isabel said softly, reaching out to help Aiwass straighten his collar: "Go do what you want to do.
“But remember… no matter what, take care of yourself first.
"No one in this world has to be a savior, but you, Aiwass, are my savior. I just hope that my savior can be safe and sound... This is the wish I made to the stars."
"I will, Your Majesty."
Aiwass kissed Isabel's lips gently and whispered.
Then, Aiwass reached out and touched his heart, as if he was giving Isabel a knight's salute.
As heat surged into his heart, divine power dispelled the Scale-Feather Lord's hypnosis. Aiwass opened his eyes and woke from his dream.
The Pope's guards, as well as Mu and Zhu Tang, were guarding him.
"How long have I slept?"
Aiwass asked immediately.
"It's only been half an hour."
Zhu Tang took out a silver pocket watch in the style of an iris from his chest, glanced at it, and gave the exact time: "Twenty-five minutes and thirty seconds - have you found the person you are looking for?"
"They are all safe and not on Star Antimony. This is undoubtedly good news."
A look of joy appeared on Aiwas's face, but he quickly said, "But there are others here who need to be saved..."
"...Wait a moment, my employer... No, my respected Holy Father."
Suddenly, Zhu Tang interrupted Aiwas.
His expression was very complicated.
It was a mixture of nostalgia, melancholy, seriousness—even a cruel and resolute look.
He spoke slowly, "You should know that this is a natural disaster—its outcome is not determined by our will. We can't save everyone. We've witnessed the power of the Fallen Angels before, and it's beyond our control."
Obviously, Zhu Tang was very afraid that Aiwass would suddenly lose his temper and fight with the Fallen Angels, or try to rescue everyone.
The Cruel Preacher was indeed powerful, but it was not invincible. If it weren't for the Wild Hunt King driving out the Punishment Demons, those four alone would have easily destroyed the warship—which was why they dared to appear here.
Relying solely on the protective barrier conjured by Aiwass's prayers and the ship's own durability, the four punishers only needed three volleys to destroy it. Each volley took about six seconds, and a total of less than half a minute.
If they took too many people away, there was a risk of retaliation.
"...I know, Zhu Tang. You don't have to treat me as some naive young man."
Aiwass nodded, somewhat helplessly: "I used to be a demonologist too. I do know something about demonology."
"……What?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Tang was stunned for a moment.
He was a little surprised: "I thought you were a ritualist...Is that so? Then I understand."
Zhu Tang felt relieved immediately.
Since Aiwass was once a demonologist, he most likely knew the demon army's command pattern. This also meant that Aiwass must know the extent to which he would anger the demon army...
In fact, Aiwass did know.
The demons' loyalty to the Fallen Angels is rather unique—it's not devout worship of them, nor is their souls and wills twisted by them. It's more like a gang... or, perhaps, the kind of "depending on the boss's mood" reward and punishment system unique to small businesses.
Although lower-level demons have no mind, higher-level demons all possess or have possessed the mark of sin.
Just like when Night Demon Vennis was still a shadow demon—she had reconciled with her Moon Child self, her boundless rage was dispelled, and she lost the qualification to hold the sin of wrath. The Fallen Angels had stripped her of the brand of sin.
When she lost the mark of sin, she lost the qualification to continue to become stronger.
From the time they reached a reconciliation until she was summoned by Aiwass... hundreds of years had passed, and she had not become stronger at all.
——And for the "transcendent" phantom demon, having the "possibility of transcendence" cut off is undoubtedly an extremely painful thing.
Therefore, higher-level demons will want to maintain their own mortal sin brands, or even want to obtain other types of mortal sin brands, which will greatly enhance their strength and even increase the speed at which they become stronger; and demons that have been stripped of their mortal sin brands will want to do their utmost to please the Fallen Angels - by discovering and luring powerful souls, in order to complete "business" and obtain "dividends."
Therefore, the massive rescue efforts by Xingti were a provocation to all the higher-level demons—like two restaurants facing each other, locked in internal competition, when suddenly a group of people appeared and handed out a stack of large coupons for a food delivery app to every table. Naturally, the two restaurant owners would unite and confront the outside world.
"So trust me, it's okay—"
Aiwass shook his head. "I know demons very well. The key to saving people lies in time, not space."
It is precisely because Aiwas knows the devil well enough that he knows that the situation before him is rather special.
Looking at the puzzled Zhu Tang, Aiwas briefly described what these demons were doing.
According to the habits of the upper demons, they allowed the lower demons to attack the citizens after they descended, not actually for the purpose of tasting their flesh and blood - for the upper demons, they had long since shed such barbaric habits.
A small part of the reason they would do this was to capture souls to provide energy for the subsequent construction of demonic buildings, or to create more low-level demons... and the other part, and the main reason, was to create horrific chaos.
The Fallen Angels are just too lazy to think, but they are not stupid.
He was once the Lord of the Tower of Babel, and he also possessed the adaptability of the Fourth Source River. What he cut away was his own kindness and love... Unlike the original Lord of the Tower of Babel, he cut away his own brain.
If one wishes to exploit the Serpent's scheme and perfectly utilize the Tail-Bearing Ring ritual set up by the Serpent... then the rules of the material world must be adapted to the existence of the Fallen Angels.
Only if they destroyed the existing order of the material world would people respect the Fallen Angels as their kings—but they couldn't be enemies of the Stars. That would only fuel resistance.
So the demons are deliberately creating the soil for chaos.
The demons themselves disrupt order, causing the vast majority of people to lose their jobs, income, and purchasing power. They force them to the point where they can no longer survive without committing crime. They then brand those humans who first disrupt order and commit crimes with the mark of mortal sin, causing them to be feared and loathed by the people, gradually transforming them into powerful demons, allowing them to witness the power of the Fallen Angels.
At this time, the real demons will descend from the sky, use overwhelming power to make the newly born demons surrender, and then give these ordinary people who have fallen into hell a "slightly better" orthodox evil order, and then they can become people's saviors.
No matter how bad the order is, it is always better than chaos - even if the person who brings this order is the culprit who caused this chaos.
——It was like a pre-planned, bloody drama of "the hero saves the beauty".
(End of this chapter)
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