Chapter 184: Acting on Whim, Unrestrained and Unfettered (Celebrating Alliance Leader 'Puppet Me'!)

The sound echoed.

Like snow scattering, black feathers fluttered down from the sky, drifting lazily, their black sheen flickering.

Heaven and earth seemed to fall into disarray, chaos erupting—at times suffused with a terrifying aura that could make gods fall, at times suffused with a sacred aura that could sanctify all beings. The whole world could feel it.

Everything appeared as the black feathers fell, as though some great power descending from the heavens was about to emerge.

Black feathers? An aura where sanctity and corruption coexist?

Director Takahashi and many others nearly goggled, having already guessed what it was.

Could it be…

The next moment.

Black feathers drifted. At a corner of the distant horizon's sky, light of interwoven black and white appeared, and a humanoid being emerged—handsome, even handsome to the point of bewitching beauty—with three pairs of wings on its back.

The believers' pupils dilated, staring at the three pairs of wings on the humanoid being's back, their whole bodies trembling without cease.

The humanoid being looked far too much like an angel—nearly identical—but differed from the Seven Archangels. The sacred aura it radiated was laced with corruption, and its three pairs of wings were jet black, spread wide as if darkness had descended, glossy as ink.

He had arrived.

Not just one—behind him followed many beings like himself, with black wings, though each had only one pair.

Black feathers fanned. Sanctity and corruption intertwined; the light of brightness and darkness flickered on and off. The heavens seemed to fall into chaos, day and night alternating, no longer possible to tell whether it was day or night.

They did not possess the heaven-snatching, earth-seizing momentum of the Asgardian divine army, yet they were still terrifying—their aura threw the cosmos into turmoil, scrambled the universe.

"Lucifer!!!" The Pope of the Vatican nearly moaned as he shouted, staring fixedly at the six-winged black-feathered being leading the black angel-like creatures in their arrival.

No matter how confused one had been, at this moment all understood.

Angel-like beings with black feathers—these were the legendary traitors of Heaven, the angels cast out by God: the Fallen Angels.

And the identity of that leading six-winged Fallen Angel was clear—he was once the strongest angel under God, bar none, and moreover the instigator of the most terrifying holy war in Heaven's history: the Fallen Angel—Lucifer!

"The reckoning has come."

The believers' faces went deathly pale.

If the appearance of Lei Shen Thor could not serve as proof, then Lucifer's appearance now was more than enough to prove that the reckoning among the gods had begun.

All the world knew that Lucifer bore a deep, bitter grudge against Heaven, was one of God's enemies—and if one were to name the one who hated God most in all the world, none could compare to Lucifer.

And now, Lucifer's arrival proved this claim.

"Lucifer." Lei Shen Thor turned his attention, gazing at the black six-winged being. The moment he spoke, it confirmed the guess of countless people: it was indeed the Fallen Angel Lucifer.

At this moment, the scene at Heaven's Gate was bizarre, stunning to the world.

The Asgardian divine race blocked the front of Heaven's Gate, while Lucifer led the Fallen Angels to block the Asgardian divine race's rear—cutting off their rear.

Inside Heaven's Gate were the Maya gods; behind Heaven's Gate were the Fallen Angels—yet another encirclement.

The situation took a sudden turn, the atmosphere instantly becoming strange.

Especially with Lucifer's next line, the atmosphere abruptly exploded to its peak.

"Thor, move aside quick. I want to see Jehovah's miserable state—I have to have a good laugh at him while he's down."

Lucifer raised a lazy, languid smile, his eyes squinting merrily, nobility mingled with a rogue's air, utterly bewitching and demonic:

"What? Not going to let me through? Although your Asgardian divine race is strong, just to see Jehovah in a sorry state, I don't mind having a little bout with you."

Clang!

The cold glint of cold weapons flashed coldly, a fierce and murderous aura surging. Five thousand soldiers of the Asgardian divine army turned toward the Fallen Angels, their weapons pointed, their momentum rolling like thunder.

No retreat, no yielding.

Silence.

A death-like stillness, as if time itself had frozen. Countless believers gawked, many stunned.

Are these really angels? Even if they're Fallen Angels, they're still angels, right? How can they be so roguish, giving off a pure-bred thuggish vibe? Could it be that after falling, they completely let themselves go, no longer needing to pretend, revealing their truest selves—eat when they want, drink when they want, swear when they want?

If not for the fact that Lucifer's words and bearing brimmed with nobility, his black feathers spreading, his bearing like a noble of the darkness, his air elegant, they would have truly thought they had the wrong person.

"As expected, Lucifer's grudge against God runs deep." Director Takahashi sighed in wonder—just to stomp on God when he's down and have a good laugh, he's willing to go to war with the Asgardian divine race.

Any other supreme being would absolutely never do such a thing.

Don't joke around—that's the Asgardian divine army, battle-hardened, charging across battlefields. Even if you won against them, you'd suffer terrible losses.

"There must be other reasons."

Someone online guessed.

At this moment, Lei Shen Thor looked toward Lucifer.

"If you go to war with my Asgardian divine race, you'll suffer terrible losses."

"Terrible losses?" Lucifer squinted merrily, no trace of fear on his face: "If it were on the Origin Battlefield, or some other occasion, I'd really have to think it over. But you see, Carmenpus saved one of my Fallen Angels on the Origin Battlefield—this favor I have to repay."

"For a personal favor, suffering terrible losses isn't worth it."

Lei Shen Thor spoke.

"I don't have many principles, but there's one I've never broken: a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. And besides, whether it's worth it isn't for me alone to decide." Lucifer grinned merrily, then turned his head to look at the Fallen Angels behind him: "I say, my little brothers, do you think me suffering terrible losses for a personal favor is worth it?"

His words rang out.

The Fallen Angels, just like Lucifer, exchanged rogue grins with one another and shouted in unison:

"Worth it!"

Perhaps this is truly a case of like calling to like, birds of a feather flocking together. Lucifer, this god noble yet utterly roguish, and the gods following him are equally roguish.

Rogue-like gods—that was the impression many people had of Lucifer and the Fallen Angels at this moment.

At the same time, they were utterly astonished.

Earlier it had been guessed that Lucifer striking at God at this time must have other reasons—after all, the Asgardian divine army was present, yet Lucifer still did it. Now it was clear there were indeed other reasons. But upon learning the reason, people felt not the slightest relief; instead, they were even more frenzied and caught off guard.

Damn it—can a noble angel really do something like this? It doesn't look like something a noble aristocrat would do at all; it looks like something a madman would do.

That's right—a madman!

Lucifer gives off the feeling of a mad noble young master.

He doesn't care at all what others think, doesn't care about others' gazes, only cares about what he himself thinks, and moreover, whatever I think, that's what I do—following his whims, unrestrained and unbridled.

Just at this moment.

"Lucifer, I appreciate your kind intentions, but let's leave today's matter at that—save your strength to deal with the Original Battlefield," Camenpus said with bold resolve, his words carrying an undisguised glance toward the Asgard divine army.

His meaning was obvious, written all over his face.

Lucifer was powerful, but he held no advantage in numbers, and besides, the Asgard divine army was no pushover—truly fighting would mean suffering losses.

The onlookers, hearing this, could not help but have complex expressions.

Given the current situation, for the Maya gods present alone to break through the encirclement and fight their way into Beimeizhou's Mi Nation, the probability was nearly zero; the Maya gods ought not to have spoken up to dissuade him, after all, with Lucifer's help, the probability would rise by a great deal.

Yet Camenpus still spoke out, simply because he was unwilling to watch others sacrifice in vain.

"I say…"

Just as Lucifer was about to open his mouth to say something, violent sandstorms suddenly whipped up across the sky.

Everything came suddenly—the sandstorm rose with a fury, like an apocalyptic dust storm, churning across the heavens, wave upon wave, and faintly within the world-covering sandstorm one could see flickering shadows of figures—at the very least, tens of thousands.

Immediately after, a voice came from within the sandstorm.

"What if you count us in?"

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