Chapter 61

The news of Sigma picking up an angel seemed to have spread throughout the entire Atlas Academy.

For the angel that appeared out of nowhere, the necromancers did not seem to have any calls for violence. After all, there was no love or hate without reason; the Heaven and the Death Realm had no grudges against each other, so there was no particular hostility. Some necromancers did show a certain level of curiosity about the angel's functions and physical structure from an academic research perspective, but intimidated by Sigma's notorious reputation, none of them dared to do anything rash.

As for Guderian, with his upright values and the keen intuition of an excellent commander, he sensed the unusual implications behind the angel's fall. As a soldier, he had no ulterior motives, so he summoned the person involved and straightforwardly asked, "Although I have read the internal documents from the intelligence department, their records may not be as detailed as what you know. This matter is quite interesting; tell me about it."

There was no need to hide anything, so Sigma recounted the entire story of the angel's fall in detail. Guderian sat steadily on the ghost horse, his body rising and falling with the galloping horse. After a moment of deep thought, he smiled and said, "That angel must have caused a tremendous disaster, infuriating the higher-ups in Heaven. To anger the highest-ranking holy commanders to such an extent, it seems her mischief far surpasses yours... Sigma, try to find out what disaster she caused and report it to the King. There will surely be a great reward."

Sigma helplessly shrugged, "I asked, but she refused to answer with a cold expression. It didn't work."

"You're an idiot," Guderian mocked. "The Azure Wrath is a divine weapon forged by the Father God, and she has the qualifications to wield it as a power angel. Do you think her status in Heaven is that exalted? If I'm not mistaken, she, like you, is a seed of hope for the higher Heaven, destined to be crowned a seraphim and lead Heaven. Such a proud and ambitious genius, even after being exiled, shows no remorse, indicating that she doesn't believe she did anything wrong. In her eyes, being stripped of her powers and exiled to the human world is a profound humiliation, a black history that triggers rage. If you ask her about it, it's a miracle if she doesn't hit you..."

Sigma scratched his head, "So, you mean she looks like a simple and innocent fool, but she's actually harboring intense anger? And she spends her days researching how to wield the holy sword again..."

"What do you think she wants to do?" Guderian smiled. "For example, if you killed someone out of your sense of justice and anger, causing a conflict between the Necromancer Academy and human forces, leading to turmoil across the continent, and the King of Sauron, enraged by your shortsightedness and impulsiveness, severely punished you, stripped you of your powers, and expelled you from Atlas, but left you the key to regain your powers, what would you do?"

Hearing this, Sigma suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise, "Who is that person! I'll go and kill him!"

Oh, damn... I forgot this little brat dreams of escaping Atlas...

Guderian looked at the delighted Sigma and really wanted to kick this little rascal off the horse, letting the ghost horse trample him to death. The fact that Atlas raised a future necromancer leader who always wanted to skip school was truly a tear in the fabric of the era...

He cleared his throat and continued, "Regardless, this is a good opportunity, Sigma. You must do this well. Build a good relationship with the angel, and you will gain the private friendship of a future leader of Heaven. Moreover, the higher Heaven must have their reasons for exiling a holy sword wielder to the Death Realm. The angel must be filled with boundless anger and resentment. You need to help her regain her holy sword and resolve her inner conflicts, allowing her to grow and understand Heaven's intentions. If you succeed, Heaven will owe you a great favor, and the relationship between the Death Realm and Heaven will significantly improve, and an alliance might even be possible... This is very important."

"Most importantly..." the necromancer master said earnestly, "you must learn from the angel's lessons. You are both brilliant geniuses. The mistakes she made, you might also make, and the difficulties she faced, you might also face. Her various behaviors after losing her powers should serve as a warning to you. Remember, true strength comes from a strong inner self..."

"I understand, I understand. I'm not like her. After all, the first few decades of my life weren't particularly genius, but I've worked hard to get where I am. No problem," Sigma felt the concern and smiled gratefully, then hesitated, "But helping her regain her holy sword, I can do that wholeheartedly. However, helping her resolve her inner conflicts is more difficult. You see, although she can communicate with me relatively normally now, if I bring up her black history, she will definitely turn on me..."

"Idiot," Guderian glanced at her mercilessly, then showed a deep, knowing smile, "Now, you have no relation to her, and you irritate her, showing no gentleness. Naturally, she won't tell you much. But if you get closer to her, treat her better, let her feel your charm and warmth, and make her more dependent on you, then, hmm hmm hmm..."

He let out a series of eerie laughs, looking at the somewhat dazed Sigma, and wagged his finger, "Don't you understand? The more a woman is usually strong and proud, the more fragile and insecure she becomes when she loses her support. At that moment, if you take advantage of her vulnerability and embrace her with your warm heart, it's almost guaranteed to succeed..."

Sigma looked at the eloquent Guderian, feeling an urge to cry. Damn, he's a necromancer and a war maniac, yet he's so familiar with matters of seduction. On the other hand, Sigma, who should have a harem as the protagonist, looked like a clueless, dull engineering student from his past life.

"From your expression, I can tell you skipped all the soul-binding classes," Guderian looked at Sigma and sneered, "There's a course in soul-binding that specifically teaches about romantic relationships, using psychological techniques to trigger affection or even love. Have you never heard of the bridge effect or the Stockholm syndrome variant? I heard the author of this textbook was a master of seduction, but he occasionally stumbled and was killed by a female sword saint, whose head he carried with her across the sea..."

Sigma's eyes turned red with anger, "Why didn't you tell me about such a good course?"

"Maybe the instructor was lenient. He probably heard about your strict fiancée and feared that this course would touch on your sore spots, so he didn't force you to attend. Anyway, the course wasn't very significant, and necromancers aren't interested in spouses or romantic relationships. Using someone's feelings purely for your own benefit is rather despicable..."

"But I'm interested, aaaaaah!"

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