The cardinals were dumbfounded. Watching the Black Mist slicing through the prison cell where the infected priest was held, the cardinal in the dungeon was so shocked that his eyes were wide open.
The leading red-robed cardinal's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
He instinctively wanted to stop the Black Mist. But just as he was about to speak, the voice of the Black Mist came.
"This dungeon, after all, is the Vatican's wealth, so I won't cut and take away the whole thing. I'll only cut out the cell of the infected priest. This way it's also convenient for transport."
"..."
The leading red-robed cardinal's mouth twitched. The words he was about to use to stop it got swallowed back, and he looked resentfully at the dungeon cardinal.
At this moment, the dungeon cardinal was even more resentful than the leading cardinal, wanting to slap himself in the face.
He never imagined, his casual words were taken seriously by the Black Mist. The key thing wasn't just that he believed it, but that he actually did it.
"Should we stop him?" Another cardinal secretly asked the leading red-robed cardinal.
"How do we stop him? Words spoken are like water spilled, can't be taken back. If we regret it now, wouldn't we become a joke?"
The leading red-robed cardinal was both crying and laughing, also helpless.
"If it were Lady Miao Gu cutting the dungeon, maybe I could say a few words. After all, she's from Division 749, and there's at least some face we can give and take. But he's an ancient person, I don't know him at all, and we can't afford to offend him…"
The leading red-robed cardinal lowered his voice even more, whispering.
"If we don't let him use the dungeon, and he decides not to take the priest away, then we'll be the ones suffering. Still, he did show some respect. He didn't take the whole dungeon, just a part. That's not bad… right?"
Even though he said this, however, the other cardinal clearly saw the leading cardinal's pained expression, and heard him mutter very softly, "Hope Archangel Michael doesn't blame us. Amen."
At the same time, the Black Mist didn't care about the cardinals' changing expressions and rapidly sliced through the cell, single-mindedly focused on transporting the infected priest.
And during the slicing, as the slicing continued across the angelic inscriptions, at the same time, heaven, God's back garden.
In the past, this place had pavilions, flowerbeds, and flowerpots in ancient Western architectural style, decorated with heavenly flowers shining in dazzling lights. From time to time, little heavenly fairies would fly by, scattering sparkles, painting a fairyland-like garden scene.
But now, the scene was different.
The pavilion had collapsed, the stone tables were shattered, the flowerpots smashed into pieces, and the ground was covered in puddles of thick black liquid.
Also, angel corpses lay scattered.
Besides that, several angels with four wings or six wings stood atop the ruins of the garden, turning a blind eye to the corpses beside them, laughing maniacally like lunatics.
The beauty was gone. What remained looked more like Heaven fallen into Hell.
Suddenly, among the angels, one angel's laughter abruptly stopped, as if sensing something. He stiffly turned his head and looked around.
From his back grew six angel wings. Holy white wings, yet from the feathers seeped black, thick liquid, like mucus, dripping to the ground with sizzling corrosive sounds.
As his head turned, his face, no longer blocked by the large flowerpot, was revealed.
His face was handsome, divine, but his eyes were entirely black and thick, with black drool oozing from his mouth, ruining the handsome look and adding a creepy horror to it.
If the leading cardinal were here, he would certainly notice, the angel's head movements matched the slicing of the angelic inscriptions by the Black Mist. Every time a cut was made, his head turned, they were in sync.
Moreover, the leading cardinal would definitely recognize the identity of this angel, Archangel Michael.
The next second, as if sensing something, Archangel Michael suddenly twisted his head, looking toward the distant Gates of Heaven, letting out mad laughter, spreading his six wings, and black thick liquid poured like rain as he flew toward the Gates of Heaven.
His crazy laughter echoed throughout Heaven. Like a chain reaction, the remaining angels in Heaven, upon hearing the laughter, all raised their heads and began laughing maniacally too, spreading their wings and flying up.
The scene was terrifying.
In this ruined Heaven, a dense crowd of mad angels, following Archangel Michael, flew toward the Gates of Heaven.
———
[Meanwhile, Europe, Vatican Dungeon.]
At this moment, the cardinals still had no idea of Heaven's abnormality, and were watching the Black Mist slice the prison cell with pained expressions.
However, the pain didn't last long.
The Black Mist moved swiftly, and in a few moves, cleanly cut out the infected priest's cell.
"This prison cell, I'll take it with me."
The Black Mist grabbed the whole cage with one hand, ignoring the infected priest's laughter as he spoke.
"Ahem, of course, that's not a problem."
The leading cardinal forced a smile, but inwardly he was muttering, 'Do you really have a generation gap with us? With how fast you're moving, it doesn't feel like we're afraid you'll regret it… more like you're afraid we'll regret it and not let you cut and take it.'
———
[Heaven]
Because of the Black Mist's fast slicing, Archangel Michael hadn't yet reached the Gates of Heaven when the slicing stopped, and his connection with the angelic inscriptions ceased.
Immediately, Archangel Michael stopped in place.
The Gates of Heaven were just a thousand meters away, visible to the eye, and he could see the outline clearly.
But with the sensing gone, he lost his target, like 'Black Impermanence' who once lost his target of Black City God, now aimlessly wandering, walking without purpose.
However, even though he didn't reach the Gates of Heaven, nonetheless, a thousand meters from the Gates of Heaven, a dense crowd of mad angels.
They had gathered together, angel pressing against angel. A thousand meters wasn't far. Even if they couldn't reach it now, it wouldn't take long before they'd be wandering in front of the Gates of Heaven.
In fact, they were too close.
The laughter, gathered together, overlapping and echoing, began to drift toward the Gates of Heaven.
Almost seeping through the cracks of the Gates...
———
The Black Mist revealed his terrifying power, forcefully compressing the priest's cell until it was as small as a birdcage.
In order to quickly deliver the infected priest to Qin Ye, the Black Mist did not linger. After exchanging a few words with Lady Miao Gu, under the cardinals' gazes, he left.
On the way to Daxia, the Black Mist looked at Lady Miao Gu beside him. Seeing her wearing a constant smile, he couldn't help but ask, "You seem quite happy, what are you laughing about?"
Lady Miao Gu replied, "No, I was just laughing that you misunderstood Cardinal Vers's words. When he said you could take the dungeon, that was just a polite remark, he never actually meant for you to take it."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Didn't you see? That fleeting expression of heartache from Cardinal Vers? From start to finish, he was only being polite, he never thought you'd actually believe it and take it seriously."
"Oh, you were laughing at that? Actually, you misunderstood too." The Black Mist responded at this point.
"Misunderstood what?"
"Misunderstood that I didn't understand it was just a polite remark. I actually did understand. I just didn't intend to treat it like one."
Seeing Lady Miao Gu's stunned look, the Black Mist smiled slightly and said, "I said before, all my skills were taught by the ghosts, and not just the skills, even my values and education were taught by them."
"The ghosts taught me from a young age, and told me one sentence. 'If you don't take advantage of a bargain, you're a bastard.'"
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