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The pressure was rapidly increasing, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Driven by a mysterious force, flurries of ice spread like shockwaves, instantly reducing visibility to a minimum.

Number 3 stared intently at the cloud of black mist and the… blood-red wing.

“What is that thing?”

Number 3 wondered in horror. His body trembled slightly, as if he were about to encounter something terrifying.

Beside him, Number Three's fragments were transforming into tiny black insects, struggling to gather. But this time, they gathered very slowly, taking a long time to assemble only a small pile.

The gale gradually subsided, and the black mist slowly dissipated. Finally, a slender figure emerged.

It was Little Boshy.

But unlike before, her expression was blank, as if she were a different person, with a blood-red wing on her back. The wing fluttered gently, each feather emitting a blood-colored halo, even the texture was clearly visible. And the terrifying pressure emanated from this wing.

What kind of wing was that…

Even from a distance of nearly a hundred meters, Number 3 was frightened by this wing. In his eyes, this wing was clearly made of energy. Each feather contained endless energy, and with each flap, it even left afterimages in the air, projecting arcs of red electricity. The electricity spread wildly, striking the ground and burning large holes.

“Damn it… it's actually energy manifestation…” Number 3 gasped, hardly believing his eyes.

Energy manifestation was a supernatural phenomenon, only possible with highly condensed energy. And everything related to energy manifestation was invariably a synonym for terror and power.

Number 3 never dreamed that he would see such a wing here.

This… was this a dream?

Unconsciously, a sense of fear welled up in Number 3's heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

But there was no time. Almost as soon as he discovered the secret of the wing, he saw a blur, and Little Boshy instantly disappeared from her spot, reappearing next to Number 7.

She quietly watched Number 7, who was in the process of reforming his body, for a moment. Then, she suddenly extended a finger.

A flash of red light, and Number 7, who had just gathered into a pile, was immediately scattered, turning into a pile of black insects on the ground. And where he had been, a bottomless, dark hole appeared.

The black insects seemed to sense the danger and immediately scattered in all directions as soon as they collapsed. But before they could spread out, an invisible force gathered them together again, slowly levitating them in the air.

Little Boshy curiously watched the 'ball' formed by the black insects, as if pondering something. After a while, she extended two fingers and pinched out a unique purple insect from the 'black insect ball'.

“Wait…” Seeing this, Number 3 was immediately alarmed. He never expected that Little Boshy would find Number 7's weakness with just one move.

No one knew that Number 7 was not human, but a variant creature called a 'Sand Burrower'. This creature was an aggregation of countless insects, possessing near-immortal properties. As long as the most important life-source insect was not damaged, it could reorganize its shape countless times. And the purple insect in Little Boshy's hand was precisely Number 7's life-source insect.

How did she do it?

Number 3 was horrified, but his actions were extremely fast. In an instant, he pounced in front of Little Boshy, a whip kick aimed at her head, the kick like a razor, making a tearing sound as it split the air.

But although his movements were fast, he was blocked by an invisible force just as he reached Little Boshy. Visibly, the space around Little Boshy twisted, creating an oval, translucent shield.

“It's a high-level energy shield…” Number 3 cursed, feeling a terrible headache.

The next moment, he saw Little Boshy crush Number 7's life-source insect while pushing him away with her hand. With a muffled bang, Number 3 felt as if he had been hit head-on by a sledgehammer, and his whole body was sent flying like a cannonball.

While still in the air, Number 3 saw Little Boshy suddenly wave her hand at him, as if shooing away a mosquito.

“Not good!” In an instant, Number 3 felt an extremely dangerous sensation surge into his heart, and he used his physical clone without hesitation. But before he could make an evasive maneuver, a red arc of light flashed across the air, instantly slashing one of the clones in two.

Silently, that clone was instantly cut in half, tumbling to the ground. And in the place where he had been, a faint black crack appeared in the air… fleeting.

“This is…” Number 3's pupils contracted sharply, letting out a terrified scream. “A dimensional blade!”

“You… you are… a Blood Angel!”

In an instant, Number 3 finally remembered what he was facing…

Blood Angel… a legendary high-level life form. Said to have appeared during the Great Chaos era. The most distinctive feature of this life form was the ability to use dimension blades that ignored defenses, and possessed extremely excellent energy control techniques. During the wars of the Great Chaos, they once stirred up a storm of blood. Because their appearance was similar to that of certain religious angels and their energy signature was red, they were given the name Blood Angel. And in fact, the name was tailor-made for them.

At that time, every appearance of a Blood Angel was bound to result in countless killings. Their bodies, almost entirely constructed of energy, were always blood-red. Although they did not equip any weapons, the qualities of a high-level life form already determined that they were extremely difficult to kill. And the dimension blade that ignored defenses was the nightmare of all warriors.

It was said that their most glorious achievement was when a Blood Angel, under siege, destroyed the core of a planet with one strike, instantly killing hundreds of millions of people. They were regarded as a scourge by the cosmic forces of the time.

But… weren't the Blood Angels exterminated? How could one appear here?

For a moment, Number 3 felt his heart filling with fear. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the wall.

He knew that he would never be a match for a Blood Angel, so the only hope was the little girl named Mia. Since Mia was Boshy's sister, as long as he controlled Mia, he would have the key to resurrection, and even… possibly control this suddenly appearing Blood Angel.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts surged in Number 3's mind, and his speed reached its peak, rushing to the wall in a flash. By this time, the black mist had gradually dissipated, and his vision was clearer.

But just then, something even more terrifying happened…

In that rapidly fading black mist… actually… another wing stretched out.

A gray wing!!

“No way!?” Number 3 fell to his knees, his eyes filled with despair.

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A Blood Angel had just appeared with a red wing, what did the appearance of this gray wing mean?

He didn't have to wait long, because at the same time as the gray wing appeared, a special aura spread out. It was an aura of death, like a parched earth, with no taste of life. Affected by this aura, all the Rotuskas in the arena felt unwell, some even vomiting.

The black mist dissipated, and Mia's figure appeared in Number 3's eyes.

Just like Boshy, her expression had changed as if she were another person, and a wing had appeared on her back as well. But Boshy's wing was a red left wing, while her wing was a gray right wing.

Mia was surrounded by a faint gray mist that distorted the light, making her look a little strange. Unlike Boshy's confused expression, her expression was very indifferent, as indifferent as an unchanging rock.

As soon as she appeared, she stretched out a hand to Number 3, making a grabbing motion.

Immediately, Number 3's second clone felt a strong attraction, pulling him towards Mia's palm. Before he could react, he felt the energy of his whole body draining away at the point where Mia touched him, his muscles began to twitch violently, and visibly, cracks and wrinkles appeared on his skin.

“Life Drain!!”

Number 3 screamed, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and retreated backwards, scrambling on the ground.

“You… you are… a Burial Angel!!”

Too terrifying… too unbelievable…

Number 3 never expected that on this primitive and backward planet, he would encounter a second high-level life form. And like the Blood Angel, a god of death who was famous before the Great Chaos.

If the Blood Angel was the messenger of slaughter, then the Burial Angel itself represented death. It was said that it was best at absorbing the life force of other races, and was born to feed on other lives. During the Great Chaos, it once accompanied the Blood Angel, creating countless killings. The Burial Angel was very good at mystical abilities, and unlike the Blood Angel's mastery of energy, its attacks were more bizarre and more difficult to defend against.

Its most famous achievement was in a conquest war, where it appeared as a mercenary on one side, and killed tens of thousands of people with one life drain. At that time, the entire battlefield became a dead zone, and whether they were enemies or companions, they were turned into mummies by its life drain.

“It's over…”

Under absolute fear, Number 3 completely lost the courage to fight. This was no longer a difference in strength, but a difference in level. No matter how strong his combat power was, he had no chance of winning against two high-level life forms who were famous before the Great Chaos. He didn't want to die, let alone die on this primitive planet without a name.

“Number 1, I'm sorry.” Number 3 painfully took out a small button. It was an energy displacement device, and his only hope of escape.

Gritting his teeth, Number 3 pressed the button.

………………

Unexpectedly, the space distortion that Number 3 had expected did not appear. He was still in the same place. Startled, Number 3 suddenly looked up, only to find that Little Boshy, with a blood-colored wing, had appeared above him at some point, making a covering gesture with one hand.

This palm extended tens of thousands of red threads, completely tearing apart the connection between him and the surrounding space.

“You!” Number 3's eyes were about to split, and he was about to make a move. Suddenly… a palm rested on his shoulder.

It was Mia's palm…

The Burial Angel's palm. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)