Chapter 35

"By the way, besides us, there's another assassin on the ship." When Zheng Chen switched the channel to a children's program and stopped, Greyaz couldn't help but twitch his lips. How could he put it? His previous performance seemed to be in vain. Knowing the power of the Holy War Angel, why could he still be so calm? Wasn't he thinking more about it?

As for the other assassin, tsk tsk, it didn't matter. After all, he had already betrayed, and now the information couldn't get out. Once they reached land, the other party wouldn't... no, they definitely wouldn't do it. If he could hide for a while, it would be for a while.

"Find her," Zheng Chen said calmly.

The other hidden assassin was a girl with large glasses. When they found her, she hadn't realized she was exposed, so the process of subduing her was very easy... or so it seemed!

Her body was not human at all!

In battle, her arms could transform into monstrous claws, and her physical strength was far from that of a frail girl. According to Greyaz's account, her name was Phiro, full name Phiarizve Aikoriel. It wasn't a name, but a title given to all Phiros.

They were Holy War Angels, but not true Holy War Angels; they were artificial Holy War Angels.

Zheng Chen didn't underestimate his opponent. When he confronted her, he was well-prepared. The fight didn't last long before he gained the upper hand.

"What is this!?" Phiro looked in shock at the thin scratch on her arm, as if it had been cut by something very sharp, making her think of a terrifying man.

Her mutated claws were raised in front of her, and the tough outer skin touched a thin thread? When had this been set up?

Looking around, as expected, the area was already filled with thin, almost invisible threads. Looking at herself, she had already accumulated many small cuts, which she hadn't noticed immediately because the threads were so sharp, and the cuts were so thin.

Coming to her senses, she realized her body was severely damaged. "Damn... just some threads!!"

Phiro's face darkened. Her mission was to infiltrate, observe Zheng Chen's daily activities, and report back in real-time. If possible, joining Zheng Chen's circle would be even better. However, this better option was impossible. She couldn't even find an opportunity to approach him.

She had been betrayed first!

"Greyaz, you're courting death!!"

"I have no choice," Greyaz shrugged, pointing to the collar around his neck. His words were tinged with a bit of helplessness. He didn't really want to be involved in this; he wanted to be a singer. But some places are easy to enter but hard to leave, ha ha!

It wasn't that there was no way out, but leaving that way would mean losing Kokowit, which he couldn't accept. Now, Zheng Chen had given him a chance. Maybe this guy was so powerful that he could resolve the situation?

Although a clean resolution was out of the question, he had to think of something positive to comfort himself.

"Hmph, no matter what, you're all dead," Phiro sneered, probably cursing Greyaz in her heart. Your mission failed, and you even betrayed me! Now I'm exposed too.

"Don't blame me, you're not in a good position either," Greyaz retorted, not backing down. If he hadn't received a signal from Zheng Chen, he would have used his ultimate ability on her. Phiro's status in the organization was that of a 'tool'...

Even those with higher status were the same, the difference being between ordinary and advanced. The organization viewed them this way, and the Holy War Angels in the organization looked down on these artificial 'peers'.

"These threads... once discovered, just destroy them... huh!?" Phiro stared in shock as her claw's nail was cut off. The thin threads didn't break when pulled; instead, they cut through her mutated claws under extreme tension!

The weapons transformed by Holy War Angels were among the hardest substances on the continent. While there were other substances that could match them, they were extremely rare. Phiro, being an artificial Holy War Angel, had claws that were not as strong as a true Holy War Angel's, but they could still outperform most hard substances.

So, what were these threads made of? Phiro was shocked, and Greyaz was curious too. He couldn't help but look at Zheng Chen, who was extending metal threads from his fingertips. "Boss, what is this thing?"

"I don't know," Zheng Chen said calmly. He had just picked it up; it was just very strong...

Pulling the metal thread in his hand, the threads around Phiro instantly tightened, causing her to grunt as blood trickled from the cuts on her body.

Phiro, who was now bound, glared at Zheng Chen with hatred. The metal threads didn't bind her tightly, but they effectively controlled all her movements. Any slight movement would tighten the threads further. The body of an artificial Holy War Angel couldn't match the strength of the metal threads!

"Tell me everything you know," Zheng Chen pulled on a metal thread, finding it quite convenient for combat. The threads could quickly form patterns and were very stealthy. With the right terrain and speed, he could create a trap to control the enemy in a short time.

Unless the enemy was wearing armor, they couldn't ignore the cutting power of the metal threads. If woven well, they could even serve as a defense against attacks.

"Huh?" Phiro's large glasses flashed with a cold light, and she gave Zheng Chen a look as if he were an idiot. "Why should I tell you?"

"It will let you live."

"Meaningless!" Phiro shouted in anger.

"Why not?" Zheng Chen countered. "Isn't living the greatest meaning?"

Greyaz touched his nose, thinking, yeah, living is the greatest meaning, whether it's for himself or for those he cares about. Otherwise, why would he resist after being captured by Zheng Chen?

"Hmph, if my goal can't be achieved, what's the point of living?" Phiro coldly snorted.

Goal?

"Your goal means nothing to me," Zheng Chen's tone was growing impatient.

"Hehe, Phiro's goal? How can you talk about goals when you voluntarily accepted the transformation to become an artificial Holy War Angel?" Kokowit, standing behind Greyaz, laughed lightly. "Do you want recognition?"

"..." Phiro's face twisted. "What do you know! How can you, a true Holy War Angel, understand our thoughts? With effort, I can become a truly useful weapon! I'm not a mere expendable item!! A stone! I want to become a true gem!"

Phiro's face was contorted, and the sudden burst of blood from her body made Kokowit take a small step back.

"Such a determined pursuit." The metal threads in his hand transformed into a dagger as Zheng Chen approached Phiro, speaking seriously.

Standing in front of Phiro, he looked at her gradually calming face. "I wish you success, goodbye!"

"Wait..."

Greyaz saw the rare look of helplessness on Zheng Chen's face and looked in surprise at the source of the voice. As expected, the blue-haired girl had arrived.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't restrict someone's freedom, can I?" Lassadi crossed her arms and said.

"I don't need your sympathy!!" Phiro, who was waiting to die, glared at the blue-haired girl. She couldn't stand true Holy War Angels, let alone the higher-level Seven Radiant Gem Trees! "Do it."

Zheng Chen's serious response gave her a rare sense of being recognized, not being treated as a low-level expendable item. But his next words...

"A futile and delusional pursuit."

He withdrew the dagger, and the threads around her quickly retracted.

"Uh... isn't this bad?" Greyaz watched the scene, feeling it was going wrong. Zheng Chen didn't respond, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips. Fine, fine, you're the boss, you decide.

Zheng Chen stopped, but Phiro, who was sitting on the ground with her arms crossed, was unwilling. She shouted at Zheng Chen's back, "What right do you have to trample on my pursuit!!!"

Zheng Chen glanced back at Phiro, then left with the blue-haired girl. Why should he explain himself to an enemy? Why should he justify his actions? A delusional pursuit driven by inferiority and a desire for impossible charity, what was the point? "Don't have sympathy for your enemies."

The blue-haired girl was speechless, hesitating for a moment before saying, "I heard everything she said... she's pitiful."

Pity is the basis for sympathy.

"She's an enemy!"

"But she's also a pitiful person," the blue-haired girl couldn't help but argue, causing Zheng Chen to fall silent, making her very uneasy.

"I'll act faster next time."

Lassadi couldn't help but laugh, and Greyaz scratched his head. They hadn't expected Zheng Chen to respond this way. A potential argument was quelled by this 'self-reflection,' and the content of the reflection was particularly... brutal.

Zheng Chen's expression was very serious!

To an outsider, it seemed he was reflecting on acting too slowly. But... how to put it, acting before being stopped, hmm, wouldn't you worry about the blue-haired girl getting upset with you later?

"..." The blue-haired girl opened her small mouth, staring at Zheng Chen in shock. This response didn't match her expectations. Her dissatisfaction was already addressed, and she could think about the next time... would there even be a next time?

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