Chapter 112: Seizure

The First Legion has no secrets.

Long live the Second Empire.

Although Xisi paused after each number, Azrael only thought for a moment and understood the true meaning of Xisi's words.

The first sentence—doesn't it prove that the mortal before us knows the legion has secrets? And since the other side knows there are secrets, where did they come from? Who leaked them? How much does he know? Has he transmitted them outward?

Just by thinking of these, Azrael already felt the urge to devour Xisi alive.

Not to mention Xisi's second sentence, which almost outright exposed that the Dark Angel, Holy Blood Angel, and Extreme Warrior legions had, at Terra's most critical moment, somehow created a 'Second Empire'.

Although there were many objective factors then, this brazen 'betrayal' is now unspeakable, yet Xisi said it outright.

For Azrael, Xisi's very existence already threatens the legion's continuation.

Sure enough, the instant Xisi finished speaking, Azrael, who also harbored apprehension toward Xisi, launched an attack.

The exquisite plasma pistol named 'Flame of Repentance', imbued with ancient pinnacle technology, sprayed blue ionic heat flames at Xisi shot after shot.

Far surpassing ordinary explosives, Xisi, though he could hard endure thanks to the Divine Emperor's Treasure Armor, could only retreat when faced with continuous fire.

Because no one knows how long this battle will last, Xisi must conserve his divine power.

Moreover, these plasma heat flames are merely suppression; the real killing move follows immediately behind, Azrael.

At this moment he wields the equally exquisite 'Lion King's Sword', imbued with ancient technology, and thunders down upon the Xisi suppressed by his own firepower.

Seeing the sword swing without restraint, Xisi could only retort that the Dark Angels are a bunch of 'madmen'.

Isn't it just that the Second Empire fought a battle with my Father of Genes?

What's so unspeakable about that?

Xisi was speechless, but when faced with Azrael's descending sword, he suddenly stopped evading and stood still.

Seeing Xisi unmoving, Azrael's eyes flashed with a brief doubt, yet he was certain his sword would strike Xisi.

He even accelerated his motion to avoid any mishap.

Azrael believed that at this speed, the mortal before him could not possibly dodge.

And the fact......

It is indeed so!

Watching his 'Lion King's Sword' strike Xisi's shoulder with steady, precise force, Azrael's eyes showed self‑mockery for misjudging his opponent, followed by contempt for Xisi.

But since the opponent dared to brandish a sword at him, Azrael did not mock.

He subconsciously prepared to encourage the mortal's courage, and then his Power Sword, which should have instantly cleaved Xisi, seemed to strike a solid stone!

No!

It wasn't a solid stone, because even if it were, Azrael believed his own sword could easily cleave it.

Azrael could only stare in bewildered shock at Xisi's shoulder, then look at the Gilded Silver Armor, blessed directly by the Divine Emperor, and see not a single cleave mark.

Then the 'silly' mortal frozen in place, moving at a speed Azrael could barely see, raised his Long Sword.

Facing the sudden spread of gold and crimson around him, Xisi's voice reached Azrael before he was completely knocked out:

"Sorry, compared to equipment......"

"Mine is better than yours."

The sword edge became the back, and Azrael was abruptly knocked out.

Then Xisi's divine power waned; feeling that nearly a tenth of the Divine Emperor's Divine Power had been consumed, he looked helplessly at the fallen Azrael.

He rubbed his sore, slightly aching shoulder and couldn't help to retort:

"The power's already huge."

"Before the Divine Emperor returns, even if I stand still I can only let you strike ten times."

Xisi was speechless, and unsure whether Azrael was still not fully unconscious, his visor, which should have gone completely dim, unexpectedly flashed back to life.

"Are you praising me? Or belittling me?"

Seeing Azrael still seem unsatisfied, Xisi, regardless of whether the other could hear, added seriously:

"Of course, after the Divine Emperor returns, it'll depend on your stamina."

This time Azrael made no move, and after Xisi finished speaking, he stood up, bearing his aching shoulder, his eyes casting a displeased glance around.

"Bai'er, that kid......"

Just as he was about to curse twice, the door of the room Bai'er had been staring at opened on its own after Xisi spoke.

Looking at Bai'er stepping out, Xisi's words that were about to leave his mouth were suddenly swallowed.

Then he stared with puzzled eyes, looking through Bai'er into the room beyond the door.

"No."

"This room has more than one door?"

"No, these rooms are inherently interconnected, made maze‑like by the Dark Angels."

Xisi was puzzled; Bai'er spoke immediately, but he didn't look at Xisi, instead lowering his head to examine his own hands and the object he held.

Xisi looked and saw a strange dagger without a hilt.

Then, before Xisi could speak, Bai'er produced another Dead Spirits box.

After careful inspection, Bai'er suddenly combined the box with the Short Dagger.

A fierce light suddenly flickered before them, its spiritual energy so dense that Xisi's armor faintly emitted Divine Light as a shield.

Then the light thundered away.

The box and Short Dagger separated; Xisi stared blankly, while Bai'er frowned, looking up helplessly at Xisi:

"I need to find a place to study how to use it."

Sure enough it wasn't smooth; Xisi, holding his sword, couldn't help muttering under his breath.

He was about to leave with Bai'er, but the deep dark corridor suddenly surged with a strange wave.

As if darkness surged, Xisi suddenly stopped his steps.

Bai'er also hurriedly put away his things and picked up the 'large surgical knife' he usually used for surgery.

Seeing Bai'er actually pick up the surgical knife, Xisi frowned even more, not knowing whether it was a machete cos a surgical knife or a surgical knife cos a machete.

After a brief complaint, the surging mass of darkness suddenly returned.

Afterward, Xisi merely paused for a moment, then dragged Bai'er and flew back swiftly.

Above, large swaths of buildings and stone blocks collapsed, and several dark angels fell with them, their bodies covered in wounds, blood streaming in large amounts from their helmets.

But they did not attract Xisi's gaze; Xisi merely stood in a safe place, his eyes moving upward to behold a huge, emaciated figure gripping an iron hammer scepter, slowly descending.

No longer was Abadon coming to take a beating; knowing Abadon couldn't beat Xisi, Washituoer, a Subspace Demigod, personally appeared in the corridor!

At the same time, Washituoer's gaze not only fell on the fragment in Xisi's arms, but also lit up with red eyes, looking at the Ancient Short Dagger in Bai'er's hand.