Croselle looked at Ye Wen, whose eyes were shining, and said unceremoniously, "Hey, stop daydreaming. The thing I hate the most in my life is women who don’t answer their calls!"
Ye Wen was startled for a moment and hurriedly picked up the Ranger Terminal in her hand and pressed the answer button.
"Is this Miss Ye? I’m the Mystic Detective. Here’s the thing, I’ve found a method to remove the mark on your hand without any harm. If you’re free, come to the Xizhu District center."
"Let me see where this is... Oh, this is the Long Legs Big Wave Club."
Long Legs Big Wave Club?
Ye Wen had a strange expression. Why does the name sound so odd?
"How can you guarantee you’re not trying to trick me into going there just to cut off my hand and take my mark?"
On the other end of the line, Wen Wen rolled his eyes, "If I wanted to do that, back at the Mountain Wildflower House, none of you would have been able to leave, believe it or not."
Ye Wen thought about it, and it made sense. The handsome guy making her answer the call was probably sent by Wen Wen. If Wen Wen had bad intentions, there was no need to use this method.
"Let me ask one last thing, this Mr. Croselle..."
When Wen Wen heard this question, he immediately pouted because he noticed Ye Wen seemed to be interested in Croselle.
"Why are you asking about him? Let me tell you, this guy is a womanizer, a player, and he’s got a terminal illness too."
"What illness?" Ye Wen suddenly became worried.
Wen Wen pondered for two seconds, "Syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS... and extreme kidney deficiency, the kind that’s incurable."
Ye Wen hung up the phone and looked at Croselle, showing a hint of an inquisitive expression.
As someone with top-tier Upper Sequence strength, Croselle had very keen hearing, so he heard everything Wen Wen said.
But he had no way to refute Wen Wen’s slander, and he even nodded slightly to Ye Wen admitting it, feeling wronged.
Croselle was a Fallen Angel who knew how to bend and stretch. He understood that in the Sanctuary, Wen Wen was like a god.
If he argued here, saying Wen Wen’s words were false, Wen Wen would make those words true...
After getting Croselle’s confirmation, the admiration in Ye Wen’s eyes instantly faded, and her gaze towards Croselle became completely peaceful, with not a hint of anything else.
Croselle forced a bitter smile. Anyway, now as a prisoner, it’s impossible for him to have anything with any girl, so he didn’t feel too upset.
Then Croselle looked at the Powerful Angel and the still-shocked White-robed Priest, with a cruel smile on his face.
"We should be near the Holy City... I really like it here. I really like... destroying it here!"
Besides making sure Ye Wen got Wen Wen’s message, Croselle’s task also included capturing the White-robed Priest, as Wen Wen needed the mark in the White-robed Priest’s hand.
As for this angel with a brain full of muscles... killing him should be fine, right?
By this time, the Powerful Angel had already crawled out from the rubble, his skin exceptionally tough, and the previous slap from Croselle had not caused him any harm.
He looked at Croselle, a trace of hostility flashing in his eyes. He remembered Croselle’s appearance, since during the Abyss Eye’s attack on the Holy City, the Powerful Angel’s opponent was none other than this guy!
At this moment, the White-robed Priest also came to his senses, realizing that the creature in front of him, which seemed like an angel, was not a real angel. At least, a genuine angel wouldn’t have such a filthy aura.
This should be a... Fallen Angel!
"Impossible, Fallen Angels shouldn’t be appearing here... After the last incident, these things shouldn’t be able to enter the Holy City."
The two angels didn’t communicate much, Croselle pointed at the White-robed Priest and tangled with the Powerful Angel.
This Powerful Angel had a simple appearance and simple abilities, yet his strength was not simple at all.
Although Croselle said he wanted to kill him, he actually didn’t have that capability at the moment, having been mostly consumed by Qia Shibao, he had just enough strength to tie with the Powerful Angel.
Seeing Croselle’s actions, Ye Wen understood, and with a swing of her sword, an Ice Dragon flew towards the White-robed Priest.
The White-robed Priest was startled. This woman, so severely injured, still dared to attack him proactively?
Does she think that as an elite of Glory Church, he’s made of clay?
Two minutes later, Ye Wen, pale-faced, dragged two ice blocks and flew towards the Xizhu District center, disappearing from the Powerful Angel’s sight shortly after.
Inside the ice blocks, the White-robed Priest was stunned, completely confused about what just happened.
He didn’t expect even to lose so quickly to a heavily injured woman of the same Level, let alone be unable to fight back.
The Powerful Angel attempted several times to save the White-robed Priest but was blocked by Croselle each time, only able to helplessly watch the White-robed Priest disappear.
According to the Cup of Divine Blood contest rules, once the contest begins, they could no longer call for external support. Every officer followed by a strongman was their entire trump card.
So when the Powerful Angel got held up by Croselle, the fight had no suspense left.
"The guy he wanted has been taken away, so I don’t have to keep fighting you, this hulk of muscles."
Croselle let out a couple of sinister laughs and wanted to fly away, but the Powerful Angel wouldn’t let him leave so easily. His body swelled again, and his robust muscles surged with endless Strength.
He grabbed the wall of a residential building with both hands, and the Power of the Angel spread out to envelop the building, then lifted it directly!
"Terrible brute force, but... it’s useless now."
Croselle no longer paid attention to the Powerful Angel and took flight, not looking back even once.
The Powerful Angel’s action of holding up the building slowly became sluggish, as a huge Rune Array appeared around, causing his body to rapidly petrify, eventually turning into a statue holding the building.
Croselle was originally a Rune Master, particularly skilled in dealing with angels.
Before making his move, he had quietly set up a Rune Array nearby, waiting for the Powerful Angel to take the bait during the lengthy battle.
The way angels entered the real world was significantly different from other Monsters. Usually, they existed as statues and only became fighting angels when needed by the Glory Church.
Since the White-robed Priest the Powerful Angel was meant to protect had been taken, he effectively had no ’task’ anymore. Coupled with the catalyst of Croselle’s Array, he became a statue in just a few seconds.
Croselle’s face bore a mocking smile.
So-called angels, so-called holy beings, in this world, were nothing more than war machines controlled by humans.
He, Croselle, refused to accept such a fate, which was why he became a Fallen Angel mixed in with the demon camp.
But now, his fate seemed no different from those angels.