Satan suddenly laughed heartily. "She is my daughter. From the day she was born, her life belonged to me, belonged to the bloodline of the Demon King.
She never had the right to choose, she could only obey.
Until the day she becomes the true Satan.
Only then will she be able to rule the world of darkness.
Who the hell do you think you are to help her choose? "
He turned his attention to the Wine Master. "Cosmagus, hand over Mika, and I'll take my people and leave.
What the Clairvoyant told us about the conflict between the two Major Leagues, I can let it go.
But Mika is my only heir, the last of my bloodline. I must take her with me, there is no other way.
Otherwise, even if we have to fight to the death, I won't hesitate! "
Satan's voice was cold and domineering, echoing through the air.
Lan Jue's face paled under the pressure of his aura.
Satan only had two daughters in total. It wasn't that he didn't want to have more descendants, but that he couldn't have too many descendants in order to continue his bloodline. Otherwise, it would dilute the concentration of the Demon King's bloodline in each of his descendants.
This was a secret of the Demon King's bloodline. They could use special methods to make their bloodline purer.
It was also because of this that they were able to gain the upper hand against the Underworld King's Bloodline.
Lan Jue's voice was cold. "If you want to take Mika away, you'll have to walk over my dead body."
Satan snorted disdainfully. "You?"
The Wine Master's response was indifferent. "He might not be able to, but this is Skyfire Avenue.
Satan.
Do you really want to make an enemy out of Skyfire Avenue? "
Once more, Satan's eyes turned purple.
Like two whirlpools, they spun madly.
"So what if I make an enemy out of Skyfire Avenue?
Do you think you can stop me?
The Clairvoyant has begun his retreat. His final prophecy will determine the fate of humanity.
There's no way he'll emerge.
Just you and him?
At most, he could add an Arcana Technique to the mix.
Even if I'm injured, I can still destroy this Skyfire Avenue.
Are you willing to pay such a huge price? "
The Wine Master's eyes narrowed. "Are you planning to make Skyfire Avenue your enemy?"
"This is a matter of the Dark Citadel's legacy. So what if we're enemies?
The Hades bloodline already has a Paragon. If I don't have a successor, the Dark Citadel will change hands in less than a hundred years.
Which is more important?
Is there a need for This King to say more? "
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
The Pontiff's Citadel, on the other hand, didn't make a sound. From the Pontiff to his Archangels and Knights of the Holy Faith, they all watched the scene unfold.
In their eyes, a war between the Dark Citadel and Skyfire Avenue wouldn't be a bad thing.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from below.
"I'll go back with you." Her voice was calm and soft, but firm and resolute.
Lan Jue's heart skipped a beat. She looked down, and saw a fiery-red figure soaring through the air towards them.
It was Mika.
Today's Mika.
She wore her Zeus Jewelry Shop uniform, and her fiery red hair wasn't tied up in a bun.
Instead, it fluttered behind her head.
Her black-rimmed glasses had been removed, revealing her perfect features. Her whole person was a captivating beauty.
"Mika, what are you doing here?"
Lan Jue had transferred Mika to West Hill National Eastern University, knowing the Dark Citadel was coming.
He hadn't expected her to show up at this moment.
Mika smiled sadly. "Boss, I can't be so selfish.
You've shouldered too much for me already, and I've caused you so much trouble.
Let me go.
I'll be fine. No matter what happens, you'll always be my boss. "
When he saw Mika, the madness in his eyes vanished. Instead, he looked on without a word. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he stared at them with cold eyes.
Lan Jue's anger flared. "What nonsense are you spouting?
When you came with me, I said I'd protect you.
No one can take away your freedom.
You've made your choice, and you must stick to it.
You don't need to say anything, I won't let you go with him. "
Satan turned his head to face the Wine Master. "Cosmagus, what do you think?"
The Wine Master didn't hesitate. "Sacrificing a woman to protect Skyfire Avenue. If that happened, then Skyfire Avenue would no longer be Skyfire Avenue.
Satan, you can't take anyone from here.
Unless that includes my dead body. "
As he spoke, the Cosmagus in the Wine Master's hand flared with silver light. The space around him began to crack and crack.
The Gourmet's silhouette flickered and reappeared at the Wine Master's side.
Two Paragons facing off against the Demon King.
Satan's face darkened with uncertainty. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to lose face with Skyfire Avenue.
This was especially true after the secret conversation with the Clairvoyant.
But the Gourmet's presence, a Paragon of the Hades bloodline, was too much of a threat to him.
The bloodline of the Demon King needed an heir, and the only one left who had completely inherited the power of his bloodline was his daughter. He had no other choice.
If he didn't, it wouldn't be long before the Dark Citadel's legacy was lost.
Skyfire Avenue's surface.
Metatron whispered to the Pontiff. "Your Majesty, what should we do?"
The Pontiff responded calmly. "Wait and see.
This is a personal vendetta, we have no reason to interfere. "
Metatron nodded, but didn't say anything.
The Dark Citadel's experts took to the air and flew behind Satan.
But then a shocking scene unfolded before their eyes.
On Skyfire Avenue, one figure after another took to the air.
Together they rose into the air.
This time there were a dozen Adepts with Satan. They were small in number, but each one was ninth level or higher. They were the cream of the crop of the Dark Citadel.
Only Arcanists of Rank 9 and above could fly, or some existences specialized in flying Arcana.
As the Dark Citadel's Adepts took to the air, the council members of Skyfire Avenue followed suit. Not only that, but on the surface of Skyfire Avenue, one or more people emerged from the shops. Some of them took to the air as well.
As far as the eye could see, there were more than a hundred of them.
It wasn't just the Dark Citadel's people who were shocked. Even the Pontiff's Citadel reacted.
As the leaders of the Western Alliance, the Pontiff's Citadel and the Dark Citadel had gathered the strongest Adepts in the Western Alliance.
This time they'd brought more than half of their strongest experts, especially the Pontiff and Satan. One of their goals was to put pressure on Skyfire Avenue, and also to find out more about the longevity of the Keeper and the Clairvoyant.
Skyfire Avenue had become the strongest of the Major Leagues. Their resources in the area of Adepts had increased, and they'd attracted even more powerful Adepts to join them. Both the Northern Alliance and the Western Alliance had long since grown wary of them.
The East already had the advantage in terms of Paragons, and if they had the same number of Adepts.
How long would the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance last?
The strength of an Adept was reflected in the military.
Humanity's current level of technology was inextricably linked to the human body.
The more powerful the weapon, the more powerful the person needed to control it. Only then would it be able to unleash greater power.
The Western Alliance and the Northern Alliance had been experimenting with ways to allow ordinary people to control superweapons. However, after a certain point, their research was limited.
The physical fitness of a powerful paranormal was far inferior to that of an ordinary person.
Whether it was mecha piloting or warship control, it was the same.
Put simply, a warship under the control of an Adept could increase its combat effectiveness by at least thirty to fifty percent.
Because Adepts' mental strength was strong enough, they could operate a warship with as few people as possible. The fewer the people, the easier it was to unify the ship, and the more seamless it was.
The same was true for mechas. Even though a normal person could also unleash the power of a mecha, if they wanted the combat prowess of a mecha to be comparable to that of a normal battleship, then the mecha's energy utilization and physical strength would definitely not be something that a normal person could withstand.
That was why there was a saying in the Major League: He who has Adepts rules the world.
The Eastern Alliance's technology was inferior to the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance. There was no doubt about that. However, when it came to individual soldiers, the Eastern Alliance was second to none in the Major League.
On An Lun, for example, the An Lun army led by Prometheus was the cream of the crop.
They had a record of defeating the Northern Alliance, a force seven times their size.
Over the years, both the Northern Alliance and the Western Alliance had begun to pay more and more attention to Adepts. Through various means, they hoped to attract more Adepts to their ranks.
Among ordinary people, the ratio of ability users was about ten to one. There was a possibility of one ability user appearing in every ten people.
And when it came to the intermediate ability users, that is, those with Level Four or Level Six Genetic Talents, it became one percent.
Advanced Adepts were one in ten thousand.
In recent years, the Eastern Alliance's technological advancements had been rapid. Thanks to Skyfire Avenue, the Eastern Alliance had gathered more Adepts than ever before. Using them as a blueprint for scientific research, there were fewer concerns, and scientific progress was faster.
Under such a threat, the Northern Alliance and Western Alliance felt the pinch.
That was why they'd begun a series of operations.
But now, just as the Dark Citadel and the Pontiff's Citadel thought their combined might would at least be on par with Skyfire Avenue, they saw hundreds of Adepts take to the skies.
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