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It is precisely because of this that they have a clearer understanding of the value of the technology in Zhou Ye's hands.
That's something that can't be measured by money or magical artifacts.
That's... fate.
It is the fate of one race.
"Mr. Zhou~"
A cold, yet authoritative female voice abruptly interrupted the fallen angels' revelry.
Seraphim Gabriel slowly rose from his seat.
She was no longer the elegant and dignified holy angel; her body leaned slightly forward, and a burning, almost greedy, heat blazed in her golden pupils.
She did not look at the fallen angels who seemed to have gone mad again.
Her entire attention was focused on the man who had been lounging lazily in his chair the whole time.
"Could we also possess such technology?"
Gabriel's words carried weight and conviction.
She didn't beat around the bush or use any diplomatic language.
After witnessing this miracle that can be described as "creation," any verbal skill seems pale and powerless.
She laid her cards on the table.
"The price will be no less than what Azazel offered for all the technology related to the research on artificial artifacts!"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over the head of the ecstatic Azazel.
He abruptly raised his head, his face freezing in ecstasy, replaced by extreme vigilance.
Yes.
He can see the value of this technology; how could those guys in the Celestial Realm not see it?
If angels could be "mass-produced" in heaven...
The balance of power among the three parties will be broken once again!
It could even be more dangerous than before!
Because, whether they are fallen angels or demons, they are essentially all separated from the heavens.
Once the Celestial Realm possesses the ability to replenish its military forces indefinitely, will they ever consider completely erasing all these "heretics" and "rebels" from this world?
Azazel's heart sank to the bottom.
He looked at Zhou Ye nervously, his lips moving, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He had no right to stop Zhou Ye from making a deal with the Heavenly Realm.
He could only pray that Zhou Ye's asking price would be higher, even higher, so high that even the heavens couldn't bear it.
However, Zhou Ye's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.
He neither immediately agreed nor refused, nor did he try to raise the price.
He simply frowned, a rather troubled expression on his face.
"Tsk."
He clicked his tongue, seemingly annoyed by something.
"Angels... it's not entirely out of the question."
Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, Gabriel's face revealed a confident smile.
Azazel's heart sank even further.
But Zhou Ye's next words stunned everyone present.
"There are some things I need to talk to you angels about privately."
Zhou Ye finally sat up a little straighter.
He raised his head, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness, were now sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Gabriel.
"after all."
“You angels, you’ve ended up in this half-dead state.”
"You, and Michael and all those Seraphim, every single one of them, bears primary responsibility!"
"!"
Shocking!
Gabriel's smile froze instantly.
Her golden pupils contracted sharply due to extreme shock.
What...what did she hear?
He said, "If the angels have made such a mess of things, then these seraphim should be held responsible?"
What do you mean?
After the war of the gods, the gods perished together with the demon king from the Bible. The heavenly realm lost its supreme leader, its strength was greatly diminished, and its high-end combat power dwindled.
Isn't this a "fact" that all the senior executives of the three parties already know?
How did it come to be the responsibility of these seraphim, who are acting as agents of the gods and in charge of the heavens, in his mouth?
Could it be that……
A thought that made Gabriel's soul tremble rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
Could it be that there's more to the story than meets the eye regarding the war of the gods back then?
Or perhaps, unknowingly, they inadvertently... disrupted one of our Lord's timeless plans?
Gabriel's heart was in turmoil.
For the first time, she felt her own insignificance and ignorance when facing a human being.
What else does this man know about pregnancy?
Chapter 205 Zhou Ye: The God of the Bible may not be dead yet~
Zhou Ye's words were like an invisible hammer, striking Gabriel's heart hard.
For the first time, cracks appeared in the holiness and elegance on her face, replaced by undisguised horror and bewilderment.
responsible?
These seraphim, who survived the war of the gods and struggled to maintain the heavens and uphold the system left by the "gods," bear the primary responsibility for the current decline of the heavens.
What absurd, what...blasphemous remarks!
Asaher was also stunned.
He had just gotten up from the ground, his face still beaming with elation, when he heard these earth-shattering words.
He glanced at Zhou Ye, then at Gabriel's stiff expression, his mind a complete mess.
What nonsense is this kid spouting?
Why did the Heavenly Realm decline? Who in the Three Realms doesn't know?
In the Bible, God died, and the devil perished along with him.
Without the strongest combat force and with the system malfunctioning, things naturally got worse day by day.
What does this have to do with Michael and Gabriel?
Could they possibly kill their own boss?
The atmosphere was even more eerie and heavy than when we were waiting for reincarnation.
Just then, a clear voice, with a hint of the keen sense unique to a money-grubber, broke the silence.
"Boss."
Nami peeked out from behind Zhou Ye, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a mixture of greed and gossip.
"Are you saying that you know the truth behind that three-way war back then?"
She licked her lips, making no attempt to hide her excitement.
"But aren't these two people involved in this matter? Could it be that they themselves don't know about some secret?"
This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.
moment.
Azazel and Gabriel, along with all the fallen angels and angels behind them, all fixed their gazes on Zhou Ye.
Yup!
They were the firsthand witnesses of that war! Survivors who crawled out of blood and fire, stepping over the corpses of countless comrades!
How could there be a secret that they don't know?
Is this kid just being mysterious, or does he really... possess some forbidden knowledge buried in the river of time?
Zhou Ye ignored the gazes that seemed to pierce through him.
He simply turned his head slightly and gave an instruction to the red-haired girl behind him.
"Rias, pour some tea."
"The tea is finished."
"Ah... yes!"
Rias, whose name was called, shuddered as she recovered from the shock of the massive amount of information.
She quickly picked up the teapot on the table, took small steps to Zhou Ye's side, and respectfully refilled his teacup.
To be honest, she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
The gossip she heard today was more explosive than anything she had heard in the past few hundred years combined.