Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel-Chapter 253: The Fall of the Angel Race
Time flies, and a day has passed in the blink of an eye.
Angel Race.
The Seraphim also faced a moment of life and death.
"Move quickly! Stop dawdling!"
Several seraphim roughly shoved Summer Gardner and the other Seraphim out of the dungeon where they had been imprisoned for a long time.
The dazzling sunlight suddenly poured down, and the Seraphim, who had lived in darkness for so long, all squinted their eyes.
Upon seeing this, one of the seraphim sarcastically mocked with a strange tone:
"Enjoy this last sunlight! After this, you’ll never see it again!"
Upon hearing this, Summer Gardner shot a cold glare at the seraphim.
Feeling Lazuli’s gaze, the boastful seraphim shivered.
Summer Gardner once served as the Vice Clan Leader of the Angel Race.
Although her strength has been sealed, however,...
The majestic presence of a long-standing superior still remained.
Only in the next moment...
"Damn it!"
The seraphim, coming to his senses, angrily rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach Summer Gardner a lesson.
"Stop!"
An elder seraphim hurriedly stopped him, lowering his voice to warn:
"The Clan Leader has ordered them to be taken to the square for public execution. If anything goes wrong, can you bear the consequences?"
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the young seraphim’s anger.
He dared not defy Mars Miller’s command!
He then unwillingly stepped aside, spitting fiercely on the ground to suppress his anger.
"Consider yourselves lucky!"
Soon after, Summer Gardner and the others were escorted to the Angel Race’s highest peak.
At the peak was an incredibly vast square.
At the moment, the square was packed with people.
Not only was the Seraph Legion present, but countless other races had also gathered here.
At this moment, the square was filled with voices of discussion.
"What’s going on? Why has the Angel Race invited us all here?"
"No idea! I heard they are going to execute a group of villains!"
"Villains? What kind of villains?"
"Fool! It’s clearly referring to the Seraphim, now that the Angel Race is ruled by the Seraph Legion, this group of Seraphim will definitely be purged."
"I understand the reasoning, but why call us all here for this?"
Amidst the chaotic discussions, Summer Gardner and others were escorted to the center stage of the square.
Under those bizarre chains, they had no ability to resist.
At this moment, they could only be bound at the center of the stage, to be watched by all.
Yet even as prisoners, each Seraphim still held themselves tall and proud.
Seeing this, the discussions below grew louder.
"Even the former Vice Clan Leader is to be executed?"
"That was almost Totem Level power! The Angel Race truly has deep resources, discarding such strong individuals like they’re nothing."
"Speaking of which, when the Seraphim were in power, they treated other races fairly kindly. Now this Seraph Legion..."
"Speak cautiously," an elder hastily interrupted, "Be careful not to get caught up with the seraphim’s retaliation!"
In this territory covering hundreds of miles, the Angel Race always stood at the top of the food chain.
All races needed to rely on the Angel Race to survive.
Therefore, regarding the Angel Race’s decisions, they naturally had no right to intervene.
Today, their sole purpose was to be spectators.
Amidst the crowd’s discussions, a voice suddenly rang out.
"The Clan Leader is here! The Elders are here!"
The loud declaration echoed through the skies.
In the next moment, golden light shone from the clouds, and more than a dozen figures burst through the air.
Leading them was Mars Miller, with his eight wings spread wide, exuding an imposing presence.
They hovered above the square, like deities descending upon the world.
Mars Miller’s cold gaze swept across the crowd, his voice icy like cold iron:
"Today will be recorded in the history of the Angel Race!"
"From this moment, the Angel Race will be officially renamed the Seraph Legion!"
"The Seraphim will become history!"
As his words fell, the seraphim in the square burst into a stormy cheer:
"Long live the Clan Leader, the Seraph Legion shall prevail!"
Watching the fanatical cheering seraphim below, Mars Miller’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
The brainwashing from this period had evidently been effective...
Now, within the Angel Race, the voices of unity between the seraphim and Seraphim were no longer heard.
Then, he pressed both hands downward, and the bustling square instantly fell silent.
Mars Miller’s gaze moved away from Summer Gardner and others, slowly sweeping across the representatives of various races below.
Today, besides executing this group of Seraphim, there was another important purpose.
That was...
To force these Xenos battle teams!
Mars Miller still didn’t understand why.....
The Demon Clan he communicated with suddenly issued this command.
Demanding that he gather all Xenos and force them to align with the Demon Clan.
Such an order left Mars Miller somewhat puzzled.
Because originally, the Demon Clan only knew how to fight and kill; convincing other races to join them was rare...
Unless it was one of the top races, only then would the Demon Clan consider persuasion. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
And now...
The Demon Clan was actually assimilating a group of ordinary races.
Truly strange!
After all, among these races, the strongest were generally Monarch Level at best, with one or two Half-step Totem Level beings among the better ones.
Even if they joined the Demon Clan, what use could they be?
He couldn’t understand.
But since he had already chosen to side with the Demon Clan...
This was the command from above, and he had no choice but to execute.
He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with resolve.
He had no choice!
He could only side with the Demon Clan!
Mars Miller had tried countless ways to break through to Totem Level, but...
It’s as if heaven and earth were against him, he could never reach Totem Level.
Now, he was at a dead end, with only one path left —— joining the Demon Clan.
Even if it meant dragging the entire Angel Race down into an abyss of destruction, he was willing to take the risk!
With this in mind, he gave a signal to the seraphim elders beside him.
The elders understood, silently dispersing throughout the square, secretly sealing off all Xenos escape routes.
Once everything was ready, Mars Miller slowly turned back around, coming before Summer Gardner.
"Summer Gardner, your final chance."
His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion:
"Tell me the whereabouts of the Divine Pattern, or Lazuli’s hiding place."
Previously, both served as Vice Clan Leaders, so they could be considered colleagues.
Only now...
They stood on opposing sides!
In response to Mars Miller’s question, Summer Gardner’s face was full of sarcasm.
"Mars Miller, we’ve known each other for so many years, do you think it’s possible for me to give you any information?"
This answer was within Mars Miller’s expectations.
If Summer Gardner were to yield, she wouldn’t be Summer Gardner.
But from the start, he never expected to get information from Summer Gardner!
He indifferently turned away, his gaze sweeping across the other imprisoned Seraphim:
"What about you? If you provide clues, I can spare his life."
The stage remained deathly silent.
Not a single Seraphim answered.
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