My Arms Can Turn into Blades

The ground trembles.

Old Hong’s heart trembles along with it.

As an intelligence officer,

he knows what kind of creature is before him.

Yet he cannot suppress the fear.

In fact, angels in legend are not as beautiful as imagined.

The angel images spread in modern society are a result of Renaissance beautification.

After all, even the Queen Mother of the West wasn’t kind-looking from the start.

It took a long time to evolve into the current appearance.

In reality,

in that wild era, angels and demons originated from the same source.

The two were just different manifestations of humanity’s true desires.

And the fallen angel before him now, his appearance clearly mixes elements of both angelic and demonic traits.

Primarily based on demonic images throughout the ages.

The initial appearance was that of a serpent.

In the Middle Ages, it became a fallen angel.

By the late Middle Ages, it turned into a beast.

Then, it became a goat.

And finally, in the 19th to 20th century, the image of a demon became fixed.

However, the one before him still embodies some angelic traits.

So it looks especially complex, seemingly a hybrid of serpent, human, lion, goat, and eagle.

Chaotic and terrifying.

Bearing the primitive feel created by early worship of flora and fauna.

"...Where’s this rat from now?"

At the moment the demon spoke.

The inborn fear of confronting a high-level being became utterly uncontrollable.

Of course,

the most important thing is,

Old Hong stiffly turns his head, looking toward the direction where Chen Lusi had just flown.

That’s the true source of fear.

Chen Tiance...

And just as he turned his head,

rustle.

A faint sound emerged.

Old Hong, startled, immediately turned his head back completely.

Chen Lusi’s figure reappeared.

However,

he didn’t look at Old Hong, nor at the Cardinal and the Holy Coffin Knight, not even the glaring demon.

Instead, he looked ahead of the demon.

The position he had just stood on.

Actually,

not long ago,

he was truly angry.

When he watched as the familiar yet unfamiliar figure was engulfed by the Holy Light and vanished.

But later, when he inquired from Zhuoli and learned that the figure was merely a Heart Image, just an illusion, his mood calmed down a lot.

After all... it wasn’t real.

After all, this is not the Yellow Springs Mainstream but the Goryeo Branch.

She left him... for so long, so long that he could hardly remember her looks.

Especially when so distant apart.

So he kept asking Zhuoli, and learned the Heart Image would only appear once, and even if left alone would dissipate naturally. That’s why just now, facing the Fallen Angel who clearly brought Holy Light, he could remain calm and suppress the lingering fury.

However.

The Heart Image appeared once more just now.

This time, even clearer.

Clear enough for Chen Lusi to instantly recall those distant memories.

And she... vanished before him once again.

If back then it could be said he was too young,

then what about now?

Hadn’t he always regretted not stopping them back then?

Then just now... what does that mean?

"Afraid now, aren’t you?! Now... look at me! Surrender your soul!"

At this moment,

the fallen angel glared at the bowed Chen Lusi, as if a thousand voices merged into one roar, resounding once more.

Meanwhile, it took a step forward, cloven hooves stamping on the dry, blackened ground, standing at the spot where once stood that gentle woman.

Unlike earlier,

this time, its hooves left marks akin to lava on the ground.

Simultaneously, a pungent smell of sulfur permeated the air.

Chen Lusi stared at the ugly hooves that entered his sight, then slowly raised his gaze, seeing the fallen angel transformed entirely into a demon—not far away—Yifudian.

Yifudian contorted his face with a feral grin: "...Excellent, not fear, but anger—I like proud humans! Such people’s ultimate despair is interesting, and you truly are among the most intriguing humans I’ve encountered in my long life.

You harbor many mysteries, Yellow Springs’ control rights, inexplicably appearing rats, even the blade in your hand exudes a presence I find hard to understand.

I like people like you!"

"..."

Chen Lusi, hearing this, remained silent. He merely closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and then bowed his head and stepped forward.

And at the same time.

In this lightless Yellow Springs.

A shadow appeared behind Chen Lusi and began to extend backward.

His left arm, originally twisted into a blade, returned to normal.

"Hmm?"

Yifudian glanced at the shadow behind Chen Lusi, seemingly perplexed.

In what he saw,

there was not only a shadow but also an empty wheelchair.

It was an old-fashioned folding wheelchair, its wheels appeared a bit deformed, its steel frame was rust-ridden, while the leather seat and backrest showed signs of peeling.

It seemed to be following Chen Lusi’s pace, rolling forward as Chen Lusi walked.

The wheels rolled over the ground, making sounds.

Chen Lusi’s skin suddenly turned burning hot, exhaling two scorching breaths.

Then,

he slowly raised his head, his expression equally twisted. His face, mostly calm and sharp-featured, was now overflowing with anger, his presence began to surge rapidly: "Bastard... who did you just call a rat?"

His voice echoed.

At this moment,

for Old Hong and the others watching,

Chen Lusi seemed completely transformed, somewhat manic, his anger almost tangible... his presence even rivaling Yifudian’s.

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