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His anger was not as explosive as Michael's, but rather like a millennia-old glacier—cold, heavy, and carrying the pressure to crush everything.
"I also read that investigative report about Zhou Ye."
Uriel's gaze swept across Gabriel and Michael's faces.
"The point in time when the Sacred System was first invaded and tampered with can be traced back to a long time ago. At that time, Zhou Ye was not even within our observation range."
"Therefore, he was not the original murderer."
Gabriel added, "Moreover, the data he provided precisely pinpointed the underlying logic of the system's tampering... The method is unlike any pantheon we know. Rather..."
"Or rather, they are beings who stand on the same level as our Lord," Uriel continued, each word clear and distinct. "One we have never known before."
A transcendent being! Or perhaps a transcendent being from another pantheon.
The words "Transcendence" weighed heavily on the hearts of all the angels, like a mountain.
One Lord has already caused turmoil in the former pantheon, and the gods have fallen.
Now, another one has popped up?
No.
It's two!
One of them is the mysterious thief who lurked in the shadows and tampered with the sacred system.
The other is Zhou Ye, who suddenly appeared and proactively revealed everything. Indeed, in the eyes of the Seraphim now, Zhou Ye, who has only recently come into contact with mysterious powers and relies on the so-called divine annihilation tool [The End], has already entered the ranks of the transcendent. Only such an existence could discover another being of the same level.
"A thief and a detective?" Michael's anger subsided slightly, but was replaced by even greater frustration and confusion. "What kind of mess is this! What exactly is Zhou Ye trying to do? Why is he giving us such a huge gift out of the blue? What's his motive?"
“That’s the crux of the problem.” Uriel stopped tapping the table. “According to the report, he is currently just a human boy surrounded by a mix of demons, humans, and even fallen angels. His power system is complex and powerful, including some concepts we have never even heard of.”
“He’s like a black box that appeared out of thin air.” Uriel’s expression was more serious than ever before. “We don’t know his past life, we don’t know his purpose, and we don’t understand his power. But he knows us inside and out, and can even see through the loopholes in the Divine System.”
“This is not fair!” Michael slammed his fist on the table again. “We’re standing in front of him like we’re naked, while he’s hiding in the fog!”
“Therefore, we must not act rashly,” Gabriel countered. “His actions, at least so far, have been advantageous to us. He has exposed the enemy and alerted us. If we were to confront him aggressively like this, we would only push him to the opposite side.”
"So we're just going to do nothing?!" Michael almost jumped up. "Just stand there and watch? Let that thief take everything from our house??"
"Of course, it's not about doing nothing."
Uriel stood up and walked to the edge of the conference hall, looking down at the churning sea of clouds below.
“Michael, put away your useless anger. You have lost your composure and are not the leader of our Lord who has been missing for so many years. Also, Gabriel, put away your unrealistic goodwill.”
His voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Now is not the time to discuss responsibility and attitude. It is the time to face reality."
"The reality is that we lost. We lost the moment our Lord disappeared. We became complacent in the glory of the past, closed ourselves off from the world, and the world has already changed beyond recognition in places we cannot see."
Uriel turned around, his purple pupils flashing with a cold, rational light.
"The being that tampered with the system was the first warning. It told us that the Celestial Realm is not indestructible."
"Zhou Ye's appearance is the second warning. He tells us that there are far more forces in this world that we do not understand than we imagine."
He walked back to the table, placed his hands on the surface, leaned forward, and an invisible pressure spread out.
"What we need to do now is not to track down a thief whose whereabouts are unknown, nor to test a new player whose abilities are unfathomable."
"Instead, we should ask ourselves first."
"Do we still deserve the title of rulers of the heavens?"
His questioning silenced both Michael and Gabriel.
Below, the lower-ranking angels didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Uriel's words were too sharp.
It was so sharp, like a knife, that it sliced open the glamorous outer shell of the heavens, revealing the long-rotten and decaying interior.
After a long silence, Gabriel finally spoke softly.
"So...Uriel, what do you mean?"
"Contact him."
Uriel gave an answer that surprised even Michael.
"What? Contact that Zhou Ye?" Michael frowned.
“Yes.” Uriel nodded, “but not as an interrogator, nor as a person seeking help.”
"Instead, as a collaborator."
He surveyed the entire room, his voice resolute.
"Now that the old order has been broken, we need an ally of sufficient weight before a new order is established."
"Regardless of Zhou Ye's background, he offered us a position, so we accepted it."
"We need to get more information about the thief from him. At the same time, we also need to demonstrate our value to him."
"We need to make him understand that going against the heavens is not a wise choice."
“This…” Gabriel hesitated. “This is too risky. We know nothing about him.”
“Are we just going to sit here and wait to die if we don’t take the risk?” Uriel coldly retorted.
“Michael, bring our most elite battle angels. Gabriel, prepare the highest level of diplomatic protocol.”
Uriel made the final decision.
"Let's go and meet this newly emerged transcendent."
"I want to see for myself what kind of person he really is."
Chapter 210 The Fallen Angel's Decision
On the other side, at the headquarters of the fallen angels.
Grigory.
The atmosphere here is the complete opposite of the pool party at Kooh Academy.
There was no sunlight, only a cold, dim light cast from an unknown source. The air was thick with the pungent smell of cigars and cigarettes, so strong that even the lowly fallen angels had to breathe carefully.
A large number of officials gathered there.
Leading the group was the Fallen Angel Governor, Azazel. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning back lazily in his chair, a nearly burnt-out cigarette between his fingers, the ash piled up quite a bit but not falling off.
Beside him stood the Deputy Governor, Shemhasa, a middle-aged man with a serious and unsmiling expression. Below him were the cadre Baichu, and the White Dragon Emperor, Valilucifer, who exuded an aura of arrogance.
The others were cadres who were slightly inferior in both strength and status.
On the table in the center of the conference room, there was a document.
A technical document about the "second right heart".
This is the result of Azazel's research using a portion of the artifacts, which he exchanged with Zhou Ye for a revolutionary technology that is said to be able to change the fate of the fallen angels.
It can transform other species, including humans, directly into pure-blooded fallen angels.
This fundamentally solved the biggest problem of the fallen angels—the difficulty in reproduction and the scarcity of their members.
But at this moment, not a single person showed any joy.
The entire conference room was so quiet that you could hear the hissing of burning tobacco.
"This is a trap."
Finally, Deputy Governor Shemhasa spoke, his voice hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
"Azazel, you're too impulsive! You're using the core results of generations of research on artifacts to exchange for a pie in the sky offered by some unknown kid?"
He reached out and tapped the document heavily.
"[Second Right Heart]? Sounds amazing. But what's the price? What about the side effects? That kid Zhou Ye, could he have left a backdoor in the technology? If we use it on a large scale, he could kill all our newborn race members instantly with just a flick of his finger!"
Shemkhasa's question was sharp and direct, which elicited expressions of agreement from many of the cadres present.
“That’s right, Governor! This is too risky!”
"We know nothing about Zhou Ye; he's like he popped out of a rock!"
"What if this is a trap set by the Heavenly Realm or the Demons?"
Azazel flicked his cigarette ash, his face still bearing that nonchalant expression.
"A trap? Have you been living in peace for too long and your brains have become rusty?"
He glanced around at the officials who had raised questions and sneered:
"If those bird-men in the Celestial Realm had brains like that, the God of the Bible wouldn't have died in the Three Kingdoms War. As for demons? That little girl Rias Gremory is practically glued to Zhou Ye now. Do you think Sirzechs would use such methods against his own brother-in-law?"
“But…” Shemhasa wanted to retort.
“No buts,” Azazel interrupted him. “Risk? What isn’t risky? We fallen angels are where we are today because we dare to take risks!”
He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and leaned forward slightly.
"The biggest problem now is not whether this technology has any pitfalls. It's another, more practical issue."
Asahiel's gaze sharpened.
"Whose blood will serve as the first source of this transformation?"
This question is more fatal than whether there are pitfalls in technology.
The purity of the mother's bloodline directly determines the potential of the newly born fallen angel.
Whose blood?
Should we use Assassin's? Or Shemkhasa's? Or perhaps one of the cadres present?
This is not just a technical issue.
This is a power issue.
Whoever's bloodline becomes the foundation of the new generation, in effect, becomes the new "ancestor" of the future fallen angel race.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room, which had just been one of shared hatred, became delicate.