"That's right! Wipe them all out! Don't let a single one get away!"
As Yaxiu erased an escaping Fishcleaver Dragon with Heart Pen, Weixi nodded repeatedly with an expression that practically screamed, *Well done, Master!*
Yaxiu said, "The more I kill here, the more monsters will gather toward me, and the less danger Igola and Harvey will face."
"Master, you don't need to explain to me. I support you all the way!" The maid's cheeks flushed crimson. "I absolutely love slaughtering from on high—especially these beasts that think they're so ferocious. Watching their gradual descent from madness to shock, to sheer terror, and finally to desperate struggle... I could never get tired of it, not even in thousands of years! Master, do you want to flay them with a thousand cuts? Don't worry if you don't know how; I do! I can assist. I guarantee they won't die even after every scrap of flesh is stripped from their bones!"
"I was explaining to Feili," Yaxiu said. "And Weixi, aren't you getting a little too excited?"
"Not at all! I've always been true to my nature." Weixi tilted her head. "Besides, Master, don't you like proactive girls?"
"No. I like quiet girls who don't say a single word. The more silent you are, the more I like you."
"Really? Then I won't say another word from now on. Does that mean I can sleep with you tonight?"
"Shut up."
It wasn't just Yaxiu—even Feili could tell Weixi was way overexcited.
Yaxiu had assumed that a thousand-year demigod reincarnated across three lifetimes would have mastered an unreadable poker face, someone whose fury would leave a million corpses strewn across the land. Her previous persona as the Spectre Prophet had fit his conception of a demigod to a tee.
Yet he could understand her current state. Unlike normal demigods, this tyrannical reincarnator had never managed to obtain a single god throughout her entire existence.
Even though she had used every trick up her sleeve to boost her combat prowess, creating the Dream Heaven and conjuring prophetic miracles, carving out a thunderous reputation among demigods to the point where even Divine Lords treated her with caution, this scum of an elf—narcissistic to the point of vanity, yet so greedy she would lick a passing manure cart just to get a taste—undoubtedly harbored both deep inferiority and towering arrogance within her heart.
On one hand, it was, *I can beat you to a pulp even without a god.* On the other hand, it was an insatiable thirst for one.
She had come so close to obtaining the Guarding Fire god, only to be forced to expend it during Senluo's apocalypse. It was like being on the verge of dying of thirst and seeing rain clouds gather, only for a single stray droplet to fall, doing nothing more than moistening her lips. That she hadn't completely snapped and wailed in madness was already testament to her thoroughly tempered mental fortitude—though, of course, she might have gone mad long ago.
Now that Weixi could finally obtain a god—even if it meant becoming one herself—it satisfied thousands of years of pent-up yearning. To describe Weixi's current emotional state, Yaxiu felt the closest analogy would be: *A Veela who had practiced lifelong celibacy finally getting to indulge in unrestrained passion with her beloved.*
Proof positive that whether you lived for a century, a millennium, or ten thousand years, as long as you still had desires, you were scarcely any different from a child in kindergarten: seeing a favorite color still made you happy, and getting what you wanted still thrilled you to no end.
"By the way," Yaxiu said in a measured tone after clearing another wave of monsters, "could the two of you stay a bit farther behind? Stop floating right in front of me."
Weixi blinked, reaching out to pat Feili on the head. The latter looked utterly wronged, having no idea what she had done wrong. The maid shook her head at Yaxiu, reproaching her master with her eyes for breaking a young girl's heart.
"Feili, I don't dislike you. We're companions who have gone through life and death together. I wouldn't even tell Harvey to get out of my sight, let alone a pretty girl like you who brightens everyone's mood just by being there," Yaxiu said helplessly. "The only person I'd ever issue an eviction order to is Weixi."
The little lamb thought that made sense, looking back at Yaxiu with a face full of confusion.
Yaxiu sighed, forced to state the real reason. "When you aren't activating your abilities, your void wings retract."
"Yes, what about it?"
"It's just that..." Yaxiu pointed at their lower backs, struggling for words. "Your void wings gather right at your back dimples in the shape of handles. This..."
He didn't know whether Weixi had designed it intentionally, but their void wings retracted right into the dimples above both hips, forming grips that practically begged to be grasped!
Yaxiu considered himself widely experienced, but he had never seen such a wildly suggestive cosmetic effect. He never imagined that putting handles at the back dimples could create such an intensely provocative sight—its disruptive effect on a legendary sorcerer was simply immeasurable. With both of them constantly floating right in front of him, Yaxiu could barely keep a straight face.
In truth, the primary culprit was Weixi. Yaxiu had no wish to be seduced by a demon maid. Even if there were only the faintest possibility, he would never allow himself to be captivated by the patterns of this venomous snake.
"Doesn't it look nice?" Feili asked, thoroughly puzzled. "Why?"
Seeing the little lamb's innocent expression, Yaxiu couldn't bring himself to explain it outright, so he settled for glaring at the maid. But the maid merely tapped her lips, signaling that she would explain. After a moment's thought, Yaxiu allowed it.
Weixi leaned in and whispered something into Feili's ear. In no time, the little lamb's face turned beet-red all the way to the tips of her ears, so flushed she seemed on the verge of dripping blood. Lowering her head, she scurried behind Yaxiu.
Yaxiu breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally focus on fighting without distractions.
Except whenever he occasionally turned around and met Feili's gaze, she would instantly drop her head, not daring to look at him, while the handles at her back dimples swayed ever so slightly, leaving Yaxiu somewhat at a loss.
Just what in the world had that bastard Weixi told her...?
"Is it my imagination," the maid said, suddenly turning serious, "or has the fog thinned?"
Yaxiu looked ahead and saw that visibility was indeed improving. Compared to the heavy fog that had resembled dense, compressed layers of cotton candy, the mist ahead was like...
Cotton candy that had just been spun.
*Whoosh.*
As if crossing a threshold, the mist parted completely, revealing an expansive vista.
Standing before the three of them was a mountain ridge. Judging by the ruined structures faintly visible on its slopes, this was likely a mountain that had originally existed in Canaan City.
At the mountain's summit stood a colossal Silver Wing.
Its upper tip touched the sky, while its base rested against the mountain. Feather after feather drifted away with every passing second: some were ethereal and light, sublimating the moment they drifted skyward and dissolving into wisps of white mist that blended into the air; others were heavier, melting the instant they fell toward the earth and turning into rivulets of black water that flowed into the soil.
The dense white mist, the pitch-black sea, the silvery feathers drifting toward the stars... they were all part of the Silver Wing.
Most miraculous of all, it glowed faintly. Its remaining feathers were stretching, carrying a majestic vitality as boundless as the sky and the mountains.
Yet Yaxiu and the others could also see that the white mist sought to corrode it and the black sea sought to submerge it. It was only because the wing was fighting back with all its might that the white mist had failed to blanket the sky and the black sea had failed to swallow the mountain. But with the passage of time, it was bound to be consumed by the mist and the dark sea.
It was like a block of ice doomed to drown in water.
Feili murmured, "Is this..."
Weixi suddenly grabbed Yaxiu's arm with such force that it actually hurt. Even though the maid tried her best to suppress it, the ecstasy and greed in her voice bled through: "This is the Prime Angel's Silver Wing—the supreme treasure every Divine Lord is fighting for!"
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion abruptly erupted from the other side of the mountain ridge. Then, Yaxiu and the others watched as the world across from them shattered.
Yes, shattered.
Space fractured like a mirror, surging toward the Silver Wing like an avalanche.
Though they didn't know who the attacker was, it took no genius to realize that they were trying to seize the Silver Wing!
Both Yaxiu and Weixi panicked. The Silver Wing was entirely incapable of defending itself right now, and this space-shattering miracle was terrifying beyond belief. Could it be—
*Drip.*
The crisp sound of a water droplet suddenly reached everyone's ears. Then, the shattered space rewound like time flowing in reverse, returning completely to normal. The Silver Wing was entirely unscathed.
In the next instant, Yaxiu and the others froze.
On the other side, Amilo, who had launched the attack, and Igola, who had been coldly watching from the sidelines, both failed to conceal their astonishment.
Harvey, who had just arrived alongside the Blind Reaper Tiramisu, also showed shock on his face.
For they all saw a fish swimming down along the Silver Wing.
It was an enormous fish.
A golden fish!
It swam through the empty air around the Silver Wing, its dazzling golden scales radiating nobility. Its pearl-like eyes gazed down coldly at the demons and sorcerers rushing in from all directions.
"That's our final obstacle to seizing the Silver Wing?" Weixi's smile looked worse than crying.
Feili couldn't fathom their shock and couldn't help asking, "Isn't that just a golden fish? Is it really that powerful?"
"Whether it's powerful or not, I don't know," Yaxiu said with deep emotion. "But from ancient times to the present day, it has been the object of pursuit for every single sorcerer.
"It was mythical—yet here, it has become real."
The final enemy of the first angel hunt was none other than the legendary creature known to every single soul in the sorcerer world, yet one that had never actually existed—
The Golden Fish!
Chapter 833