Colonial Suit

Above the sky, black and crimson rays of light crisscrossed, forming a massive net. It stretched between the Mother Nest and the ocean, blocking the psionic energy of all the Fallen Angels. Under its influence, the overwhelming psionic energy was blocked and returned to its original owners. Visibly, the complexions of some Fallen Angels in the ocean improved, and their expressions of pain gradually faded.

In the Nine Heavens, only the power of high-ranking angels from the upper three layers could achieve this.

The Black Angel of the Eighth Highest Heaven could do it. So could the Burial Angel and Blood Angel of the Seventh and Ninth!

However, within the Nine Heavens, how many years, how much time, had passed since the power of the Burial Angel and Blood Angel had appeared?

That was... a distant memory.

One by one, the Fallen Angels opened their eyes, filled with confusion. They felt a sense of familiarity and strangeness towards the power of the twin siblings. But regardless, it was this power that saved them, preventing them from falling into chaos.

At the same time, the twin siblings were also struggling to break free from their restraints, their two small, tender hands clasped tightly together, straining forward. Their hands and feet were slender, and their bodies were almost completely fused with the stone pillars, so every bit of freedom came at the cost of blood and pain. During this process, Little Posy's back was torn open, revealing the scarlet tendons inside, and the same was true for Little Mia. But the two seemed oblivious, staring intently at Mostina, their eyes filled with hatred.

Blood... flowed down the chains, gathering into small streams on the ground. At some point, one black and one red wings appeared from their backs, but compared to the wings of other angels, they looked so weak and withered.

"Don't bother," Mostina said softly, looking at the twin siblings. "You have stayed in reality for too long, and the inheritance of your bloodline has become increasingly diluted. Just look at your half-wings, and you can see how weak you are now. If you were complete, I might have to worry, but as you are now..."

Mostina didn't finish, but the meaning was clear.

The Black Angel of the Eighth Highest Heaven was not to be trifled with. In fact, in the distant past, she was second only to the Blood Angel, and even Mia's Burial Angel was no match for her. Although she rarely showed herself in public, it was due to her personality, not her strength.

Otherwise, she would not have been able to become the assistant of the Underworld King during the Great Chaos, and ultimately witness his demise.

It was a pity she didn't know the current mood of the twin siblings, otherwise she wouldn't be so relaxed.

As 'Cursed Twins' who had been discriminated against and suffered hardships since childhood, Posy and Mia had never had a normal childhood! Their childhood was spent in abuse, slaughter, and brutality, and all good things were irrelevant to them. Blood瞳 saved them, or rather, gave them a support, a haven for their souls. In this world, the twin siblings could disregard the death of anyone, including Robbie, but they would never ignore Blood瞳. Not to mention death, even the slightest injury could trigger the twin siblings' riot!

Born from negative emotions, Fallen Angels are all beings with intense emotions. This was even more pronounced in the twin siblings! In fact, they also had a special state that only appeared when their emotions were at their peak, at their most insane.

A completely irrational... 'Slaughter Form'!

In the twin siblings' lives, this state had only appeared three times, but each time it resulted in rivers of blood, and ultimately established their reputation as the 'Blood-Soaked Twins'. But because this state was too ugly and insane, they had never shown it in front of Blood瞳. They didn't want to, and were unwilling to leave any bad impression on Blood瞳.

But today, here, looking at Blood瞳's half-body, the twin siblings couldn't help but go mad, couldn't help but be furious!

Reason quietly disappeared from their nerves, replaced by complete violence and cruelty.

Silently, Little Posy's pupils suddenly turned gray-white, her small face twisted to a high degree, extremely狰狞, she struggled forward frantically, tearing her back little by little, leaving behind strips of flesh. Behind her bloody back, only one blood-colored wing drooped down, like a broken wing.

"Kill you..."

"Definitely, kill you..."

Under the slightly fluttering hair, a scarlet mist quietly emerged,湧現 from every pore, every nerve of Little Posy. The blood mist was so terrifying, as if it had really brought the River of Blood into the world. The entire temple was floating and沉浮 in this blood mist, trembling in the腥味!

On the surrounding stone pillars, each Fallen Angel seemed to be infected by these blood mists, revealing狰狞 expressions.

"Huh? Origin of Slaughter?" Mostina's expression became serious, and a vigilant look flashed in her eyes.

This is... the authority of the Blood Angel... In the Nine Heavens, only the Blood Angel holds the power of punishment and judgment. It is also the most destructive and has the deepest desire for slaughter among all Fallen Angels. As long as the ancient blood mist rises, it will arouse the ferocity and brutality of all Fallen Angels.

And these negative emotions will make the Blood Angel stronger and more invincible!

"Don't even think about it!" With a low shout, Mostina quickly reached out and reassembled the blood-colored greatsword. At this time, she no longer cared about connecting with the Mother Nest. If she allowed Little Posy to develop, then the entire temple, the entire void, would become the Blood Angel's domain, her source of power!

At that time, even if Little Posy was just an incomplete Blood Angel, she would not be able to defeat her!

In a flash of lightning, the blood-colored greatsword swept towards Little Posy's neck with a sharp whistling sound. Under the pressure of the crisis, Mostina no longer held back. Anyway, this was Chaos, even if she killed Little Posy, the Blood Angel's psionic energy and bloodline would remain, not affecting the plan!

But she forgot how terrifying the ancient Blood Angel was, and what state Little Posy was in at this moment.

Would a Little Posy who had lost her mind and was completely dominated by slaughter and violence be afraid of her?

Clang!!

A metallic sound rang out in the temple, but the blood-colored greatsword suddenly stopped. It wasn't that it didn't want to chop down, but at this moment, there was a hand, a fair, tender hand, that had gripped its blade! The edge of the blood-colored greatsword cut through the skin of the hand, but could not cut any deeper!

Because there was blood on this hand, the blood of the Blood Angel!

Squeak... Squeak...

The bones and the blade began to rub against each other, making a chilling sound. Little Posy pulled the blade away little by little, revealing her eyes behind it.

A pair of gray-white eyes, devoid of humanity, filled with brutal killing intent.

"Kill you."

She喃喃 in this way, and then struggled violently, forcibly breaking free from the stone pillar. At the same time, her figure disappeared, directly pouncing on Mostina, with a downward slash of her left hand, like a claw!

"Ah!!"

Mostina's scream, after ten thousand years, finally rang out... (To be continued...)