Chapter 271: One-Armed

Chapter 271: One-Armed

Wen Ying had already prepared himself and moved his phone away, but his ears still felt the impact.

He held it even further away, barely able to make out excited voices joining the chaotic din, more than one.

Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind in the background, followed by sounds of collapse.

After that sound, the phone went relatively quiet.

Wen Ying cautiously brought the phone closer and asked hesitantly, "How is it?"

"…It's alright," Yun Lao panted with an animated and excited tone, "I took off one arm. Now he only has one left."

Wen Ying replied, "I think a one-legged angel sounds better than a one-armed angel. What do you think?"

Yun Lao paused, filled with regret, "I should have gone for his leg."

The shocked and furious guards split their forces, some chasing after them while others guarded the damaged container, fraught with anxiety.

Perceiving the issue with the vessel, Wu Mixiu invested some of his mental energy and was both astonished and furious.

His plan had been exposed to the demons! Wu Mixiu swiftly realized that the demonic realm had taken advantage of him, and his anger knew no bounds.

The Pope received a call from Quupsay first, then promptly sensed the wrathful aura of the angel. Trembling with fear, he knelt before the divine statue in the secret chamber of the church headquarters.

"Great Angel, please calm your anger. The vessel hasn't been completely destroyed; I shall attend to it immediately..."

"No need!"

Startled by the angel's unusual tone of fury, the Pope was also puzzled.

"The demons from the demonic realm have already become aware of my existence. They've even located my descent vessel."

The Pope spoke cautiously, "This matter is due to the incompetence of my subordinates and my negligence. I didn't notice that a demon had gone to Quupsay in search."

"You also failed to retrieve that fragment of the Law from the Demon of Mirrors as instructed."

The Pope lowered his head even further, adopting a more fearful and humble posture.

Now he understood the situation. The incident started because they attempted to abduct Wen Ying to extract a fragment of the law, and they ended up in deep trouble.

They never expected that the Wen Ying from the Wen Corporation was none other than the Devil Mirror.

What was even more unforeseen was that his grand scheme in Flower Country was just a distraction. The real target of that young punk was the Angel Incarnation Vessel in Qupu Town! Their focus had been entirely drawn to Flower Country, causing them to overlook matters beyond their initial objective.

It was a brilliant act of deception. The Pope clenched his fist on the ground, veins popping out of his forehead in anger.

"Lord Angel, one of our next operation sites must be Mu City..."

They intended to have the extremist faction impersonate local demonic legion members and attack humans. The Hell Hound detachment in Mu City, though not directly under Wen Ying, had close ties with him.

They needed to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Put all plans against demons on hold for now."

The Pope looked up in shock. "Why?"

The angel was tempted to strangle the old man.

"All conflicts, as long as they're not pushed to extremes, can be confused by the Devil Mirror Demon. As long as the Devil King isn't an idiot, and he indeed isn't, he's calculated against me." Wu Mixiu was so furious that he wished he could rush to the Realm of Devils and fiercely beat the Devil King. His entire being was consumed by rage.

After waiting for thousands of years, for the plan to fail now, anyone would hold a deep grudge.

The Pope's pupils trembled slightly, and various thoughts swiftly flashed through his mind. Many simulated outcomes did align with what the angel had said, which made the Pope's expression turn grim.

"Cease all actions and await my command," Wu Mixiu was so furious that he felt on the verge of fainting. He could sense that the demon who damaged his vessel belonged to the Black Dragon Clan, and the current Devil King was also from the same clan. Hence, Wu Mixiu's hatred was directed at the Devil King.

Wu Mixiu couldn't keep a constant watch over the Human Realm. The Pope didn't mention it, nor did Wu Mixiu have the chance to inquire about the Devil Mirror Demon's vile retaliatory tactics. Without knowing the full story, Wu Mixiu was oblivious to the matter.

In his palace, the Devil King sneezed, his face dark and gloomy. The demon kneeling before him with one knee on the ground had his head lowered, and his body trembled subtly.

The Devil King before him seemed like a massive volcano on the verge of eruption, with scorching lava spreading lethal heat waves, mercilessly destroying everything around it.

Lai Yehua lowered his head even further. The magic within his body automatically surged forth without his summoning, assisting him in resisting the terrifying pressure from the Devil King. The power vortex fueled by the Devil King's anger was so daunting that it drenched the back of his shirt with sweat, both mentally and physically.

The temperature in the room was frighteningly high.

"It's due to my inadequate control over the demons of our clan..."

The Devil Lord spoke with a cool detachment, "That brat Wen Ying really knows his stuff." His tone was flat, devoid of any inflection, but the words were spat out with gritted teeth, revealing his seething anger.

Though he didn't possess Wu Mixiu's thousands of years, the Devil Lord had also been planning for over a century. Witnessing his carefully laid plans fall apart before his eyes filled him with growing frustration. Black scales emerged on his skin, and green flames, like mist, coiled around him, radiating aggression as they spread outward.

Lai Yehua: "…" Excellent, he had to add another entry in Wen Ying's debt, for causing him to bear the brunt of the Devil Lord's wrath.

When Night Want had secretly shared the news with him, Lai Yehua had sensed impending doom. He had attempted to persuade Feng Luo to report to the Devil Lord instead, but Feng Luo remained unmoved.

Finding another suitable demon to deliver the message in such a short time was impossible. If he didn't immediately inform the Devil Lord, his anger would only escalate.

Lai Yehua now deeply regretted assigning demons from his clan to serve as Chief Judges in the Human Realm's Judgment Bureau.

The Devil Lord had risen to power among the Black Dragons through strength, and the Fallen Angels were no match for them.

Most importantly, Lai Yehua didn't want to leave with injuries inflicted by the Devil Lord; it would be humiliating.

Silence was golden in this situation, as any suggestion could make him the target of the Devil Lord's pent-up frustration.

After a while of sulking alone, the Devil Lord walked to the window, tapping the windowsill rhythmically, each tap adding to the oppressive tension in the room.

"He really knows how to push it..." the Devil King murmured, his vertical pupils shimmering with icy sharpness.

It was he who had granted Wen Ying power in the Demon Realm, and now it had backfired on him. The more the Devil King thought about it, the angrier he became, to the point that he deformed the windowsill with his bare hands.

And then there was Yun Lao, that troublesome fellow. He had sent him to the Human Realm to search for an angelic vessel. Ignoring when that boy had gotten in touch with Wen Ying, he had actually followed Wen Ying's instructions and directly exposed their aggressive intentions. This carefree younger member of the clan infuriated the Devil King to the point of tearing apart the windowsill.