Chapter 432 - - 421 Nobody can escape Duge’s recruitment_1

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Threats?

No death threats were used, but instead, he proposed a relatively mild condition.

He really dare not kill an Angel…

Reilir thought he had seen through Duge’s thoughts, and reflexively wanted to scoff at him.

But when he considered his formidable combat prowess and that nauseating ability to actively confess sins, the arrogance that had just begun to emerge in his heart was forcefully suppressed.

Agree to his terms first, then find a chance to escape from him, even if Duge is fast, he probably won’t be able to catch up with the Chariot of the Solar God…

Reilir looked towards the six wings floating on the water’s surface, and as his healed wound began to ache faintly again, he nodded, “Fine.”

Duge noticed his small actions and understood Reilir’s thoughts; this proud man wouldn’t genuinely help him just because of a few words.

Besides, he had torn off his wings.

For such a deep hatred, it was already a sign of high moral standards that he did not stab him in the back!

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But who cares?

One day, his grand charisma would surely win over this foolish birdman. With all those simulations and Alien Battlefields, he exchanged sincerity for sincerity—hadn’t he ended up friends with the whole world?

Duge warmly put his arm around Reilir’s shoulder, passionately saying, “Reilir, there is a saying that no friendship is formed without a fight. From now on, you’re my good brother. When brothers join forces, their might cuts through metal. Reilir, if there’s anyone in the Solar God Temple you dislike, tell me, and we’ll judge his sins together…”

Is this your so-called fair justice, the protector of wonderful order?

No friendship is formed without a fight; how can you have the face to say that?

Reilir looked at Duge, trying to keep his expression calm, but under the pressure of a strong adversary, he finally learned how to speak properly and act along, giving a dry laugh, “King Holley, I don’t have distaste for anyone…”

Duge released his shoulder, smilingly looking at him, “Reilir, think about it carefully, really not at all? You’ve never been jealous of Phyra and Miller? All of us serve as Angels of the Solar God, are you truly content with only your sins being judged by me?”

The temptation of the Evil Demon!

Reilir was startled and after replaying his experiences in his mind, a sudden impulse arose within him. The Evil Demon was right, why should he be judged alone, just because he was on duty today?

But then again.

Are such plots suitable for so many people to know about?

Reilir subconsciously glanced at the bishops and the others.

The bishops and the others were flustered, expressing unevenly, “Divine Envoy, we are all sinners.”

Reilir swallowed, shifting his gaze from the bishops, looking back at Duge, still somewhat indecisive. Framing other Angels was a sin grave than establishing his own sect, and moreover, it was likely to result in being targeted by many Angels…

Duge continued watching him, “The Solar God is in slumber, in your current state, even if you return to the Solar God Temple, will anyone really help you?”

That remark hit Reilir right where it hurt, and he visibly jolted, decisively making up his mind, “Good, we’ll cooperate.”

The Solar God was slumbering, and even the Pope had developed ambitions—who in the Holy Temple of Angels wouldn’t? He had replaced the Archangel with his own people to consolidate power.

Now that he was in this state, it was questionable whether he’d keep his position upon returning to the Holy Temple!

Rather than gamble on an uncertain future, it was better to work with Duge and drag everyone else down into the mire…

Alas!

Duke Linqi sighed silently. This was a natural-born Evil God, his beguiling words could even sway an Angel…

The Pope looked at Duge, then at Reilir, his face a portrait of bewilderment.

What’s going on?

How did things suddenly take this turn?

Was it because he came to subjugate Duge?

If so, would he count as the catalyst leading the Solar God to decline?

“Reilir, you’ve finally come to Enlightenment. That’s more like it. Don’t carry such a heavy psychological burden; you haven’t fallen. You’re helping all Angels to repent and start anew, forging a truly pure and noble team that fits the image of Angels.

Think about it, after being forced by me to confess your past sins, don’t you already regret what you did before?” Duge looked at Reilir with a smile and asked, “Given a chance to do it over, would you do it the same way?”

“…” Reilir was stunned, looking at Duge, he suddenly felt a deep terror in his heart. This guy was too terrifying—he always found the right justification for his misdeeds.

“It’s not terrible to make a mistake; correcting it you’re still an upright person. I hope that one day, when everyone around me faces my Judgement, they can boldly declare they are innocent. At that time, the world will truly be beautiful,” Duge said.

Duge looked up at the sky as if he had already seen that world where everyone was righteous.

For a moment, he lowered his head, looking around at everyone, his eyes sparkling, “Reilir, Rumen, Linqi, and all the bishops, let us join hands and work together for that beautiful world!”

The crowd exchanged glances, their minds unable to quite grasp the situation. So you committed all these evil deeds to create a beautiful world?

“Reilir, cleansing the hearts of other Angels requires great strength. Do you think I can defeat the Seraph Phyra?” Duge smiled, bringing the conversation back.

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