Chapter 924: I wouldn't move a finger

Chapter 924: I wouldn't move a finger

The dark haired man grabbed the wings of the young Archangel, pulling them with all might. The wings of the Archangel were ripped in half as he screamed in pain. Even though Archangels could heal their wings with time, the pain wasn't something to scoff at. Their wings were connected to their souls. Ripping a wing was no different than ripping a part of their divine soul. The young Archangel couldn't take the pain anymore and passed out, divine blood dripping down his torn wings. "For someone who called me blood dirty, he is quite weak," the dark haired half archangel tossed the torn wings aside. He turned around and started leaving. Unlike the true Archangels, he was easy to spot since he only had one wing on his left side. This was how he was born as half blood. He could not fly like an ordinary archangel, but he didn't care about that. He used other abilities to levitate and never felt like he was inferior. Even though many looked down on him, he didn't care. He didn't even care about his life and death. "Stop right there!"

As the half archangel was leaving, he noticed that an Archangel Enforcer appeared before him, blocking his path. The enforcer looked behind the young man, noticing a young man with his wings torn apart. "This time, you have crossed the limit. I don't believe even your uncle can save you from punishment now."

The Archangel Enforcers were the divine beings that were just slightly weaker than the Council. They were responsible for punishing the ones who broke the rules. They were also the reason that this universe could continue, since a world with such powerful beings could easily fall apart if the rules weren't followed. For them, the biggest threat to the rules was the young man before them. He wasn't even a pure Archangel. He was a defective being who didn't even have wings like them. He was someone hated by many, yet he was arrogant. He never followed rules. He beat up people that offended him. It was only because his uncle was a High Council Member that he was allowed to do as he pleased. As long as he didn't go too far, then the Enforcers let him be. This time was different. This time, he had ripped the wings of a young Archangel. Ripping the wings of an Archangel was the biggest crime that he could have committed. "Are you certain that the old man can't stop you?" the young man asked, gazing behind the Enforcer. The Enforcer frowned, feeling a presence behind him that even made him feel suppressed. He turned around, noticing an Archangel whose divine aura was so powerful that the Enforcer could barely keep his eyes open. He couldn't see what the person looked like, but it was clear that he was stronger. He was a Council Member. There was only one Council Member who was going to come here to protect this man. "Lord Aztec, your nephew has ripped an Archangel's wings. Even if it's you, I can't let him go." Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

"But he..." One of the Enforcers tried to speak, but before he could finish, he felt a mysterious force shutting his mouth close. The Leader of the Enforcers also appeared, who was another Council Member. "There is no need to argue. The Council needs that boy. You can't harm him."

The Enforcers looked at each other, not saying anything. They didn't understand why the Council needed someone like this boy. They could only step back and let the boy be taken. "Take the boy for the treatment," the Leading Enforcer told the others, pointing at the young Archangel whose wings were ripped. He then moved over to the half archangel. "Your anger is still the same. But I hope you can keep that anger in control for what we need you to do. If you can't, then you and your uncle will regret what comes in the future."

The Leader of the Enforcers disappeared after leaving his words behind. "Best of luck child. Although I have no faith in you and voted against you, I do wish that you would succeed," Arion also chimed in before leaving. "What were those idiots talking about? Do something for them? I wouldn't even move a finger for them, let alone do something."

Even in this situation, the dark haired boy didn't have the slightest care. He didn't fear death or torture. So why would he work for the people who made his life a living hell since childhood?