My Arms Can Turn into Blades

The group could only keep moving forward.

Chen Lusi fell behind, once again glancing back at the spot where the middle-aged woman had just appeared.

Heart image?

Lin Ying linked her arm with his and gently asked, "...Do you miss Auntie?"

"...I haven’t remembered her face for a long time, and she probably can’t remember mine either."

Chen Lusi withdrew his gaze and caught up with Shanli and the others. "That wasn’t the real her."

"Then you do miss her."

"..."

Chen Lusi remained silent, giving no answer.

"But speaking of which, it’s been a long time. We’ve both grown up."

Lin Ying completely ignored the fact that they were in the Yellow Springs, resting her head on Chen Lusi’s shoulder, whispering softly, "I’m already at the age to have children with you."

"..."

Chen Lusi slightly turned his head, looking at Lin Ying leaning against him, at her captivating side profile.

Since just now, his initially restless heart calmed down a bit.

Lin Ying noticed Chen Lusi’s gaze and looked up, "Couldn’t stop it just now, right?"

"Yes."

"Angry?"

"Yes."

"Then do what you want, as long as you come back safely."

Lin Ying heard the definite response and said softly, "I support you."

"..."

Chen Lusi felt the warmth coming from beside him, paused slightly.

And Lin Ying said nothing more, only held his hand tightly.

Chen Lusi looked in the direction where the Holy Light had just attacked, remembering the smile at the moment that heart image disappeared.

...Rat?

...

"A robust rat."

The source.

’Park Haoyu,’ who rose into the air, looked into the distance, seemingly a bit surprised.

But soon.

He laughed, speaking in a low voice, "But this is what makes it fun... the joy of cleaning the new home!"

Saying that.

He raised the hand holding the scepter high again, looking up at the sky, "My creator, it’s time to release the shackles! Set me free!!!"

With his words.

Pitch-black filth like ink flowed slowly along His decayed wings, then up His arms, rapidly enveloping the scepter that originally exuded a sacred aura, tainting the pure Holy Light with filth.

The originally pure Holy Light slowly turned pitch-black.

And the two sharp black horns on Park Haoyu’s forehead extended outward once more.

At the same time.

The evil aura around him became increasingly intense, the initial sacred feeling utterly vanished.

Meanwhile.

Lamar Aihai and Arakel Tuck began to step back.

Even if they share the same origin.

Some things must not be touched.

Otherwise, the whole system would collapse.

They are Holy Office, and at this moment, the enemy is right in front of them.

At least in the Church System, this was an enemy.

Of course.

Currently, they weren’t very nervous, instead, there was excitement all over their faces.

Too exaggerated.

It’s really too exaggerated.

What level of angel came down exactly?

Not only descending early, but could even voluntarily accelerate the process of falling.

From the looks of it.

He perhaps doesn’t even have to wait any longer.

Maybe once he fully falls, the entire Yellow Springs... or more precisely! The whole Yellow Springs System of East Asia, would be his to claim as the fallen great angel present.

Undoubtedly.

He has such power!

Thinking of this.

The two exchanged glances, unable to suppress their excitement.

So they overlooked many things.

Actually, it’s not their fault.

Because even in their eyes, the fallen great angel capable of claiming the entire Yellow Springs System of East Asia didn’t realize.

In the already polluted, ink-black Holy Light, there mixed a few golden light spots.

They were ascending along that hard-to-discern path of whether rising from the sky or descending, with extreme speed.

...

Handan.

Ying Zheng walked out of that familiar noodle shop.

But he didn’t rush to leave; instead, strolled down the street, feeling the surrounding hustle and bustle, occasionally glancing southeast.

He walked aimlessly like this.

Unknowingly returning to the Zhao King City Ruins Park, the place that brought him a humiliating childhood.

"..."

Ying Zheng stopped at the park entrance, and after some thought, decided to go inside.

And this time.

He was more at peace, not thinking about the past, continuing the part of his stroll he hadn’t finished last time with a mindset of touring the park.

By now, it was already evening.

There were quite a few visitors.

And mixed among them, the arrogance that marked him boldly had largely disappeared.

At least from a distance away, no one could feel it.

This was also why the little boy wasn’t as afraid of facing him anymore.

If it were right when he had first come out.

That little boy likely wouldn’t dare to speak up whatsoever.

Currently, apart from his aura and long hair, Ying Zheng had little stand-out features.

Which was why no one looked at him repeatedly this time.

He could quietly tour the entire Zhao King City Ruins Park.

Dust to dust, earth to earth.

That was perhaps Ying Zheng’s sole impression after completely viewing the Zhao King City Ruins Park.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

Ying Zheng suddenly repeated a phrase from a place of hidden books, then slowly turned around, looking towards the distance, as if he could see the Holy Light shooting toward the sky and now tainted, calmly saying, "By the sweat of your brow, you will eat your bread, until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken, for you are dust, and to dust, you shall return... Since you can say such words, why do you dwell so high above? Why hide?

Since you dare send people to the Yellow Springs, why not face me? Afraid?"

At this moment, there was naturally no response for him.

But Ying Zheng didn’t mind in the least.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the direction where the Holy Light shot up, and continued, "You are very bold, God? The gods I faced back then, any random one was stronger than you, and none dared be presumptuous before me. Where did you, an inferior counterfeit, get your courage?"

He disdainfully made this remarks, then twisted his lips slightly, suddenly clenched his raised right hand, prompting a world-shaking spirit to burst forth: "I will not allow you to reside in the sky above... come down to meet me."

At the same time.

The Yellow Springs trembled.

...

That iron-blooded Pope Gregory III, whose name was mixed within the Extraordinary Domain and inside the Holy See.

At this moment, he finally returned to his loyal Rome.

However.

He couldn’t afford to rest; upon his return, he immediately sought out the clergy replacing Lamar Aihai to temporarily oversee the Eastern Bishopric, and inquired about the situation over there.

"Everything is going smoothly, Your Holiness."

The clergy bowed respectfully and then recounted the situation over at Lamar Aihai’s side.

Upon hearing this, Gregory III gave no explicit approval or disapproval, merely glancing back at the statue looming behind him, softly touching the ring on his little finger, pausing for a moment, then said, "I hope so, the Hebrews have also made progress recently, having absorbed part of the Semitic Pantheon, so on the American side, both parties are just shy of a decisive leverage."

Upon hearing this, the clergy glanced up at the Pope and the statue behind him, piously stating, "Your Holiness, God watches over everything and will surely provide us with that leverage."

"Surely?"

Gregory III repeated, his mouth opening as if to speak.

Buzz——

Suddenly, the whole Divine Hall trembled abruptly.

Crack——

And behind him, the towering statue suddenly cracked down the middle.

Gregory III spun around, pupils contracting at the sight.

Meanwhile, the previously reverent clergy widened his eyes, then fell back to the ground in shock, "This... this... this... Oh, God..."

Crack——

His exclamation was barely out.

The towering statue cracked again.

At the same time.

A calm voice permeated the entire church.

"I will not allow you to reside in the sky above... come down to meet me."