Pretending To Be A Boss
Chapter 953 - 82: The First in the Human World (Part 2)

Because here—not only am I fighting, but many people I care about are also fighting.

Instead of peering into the future, it's better to desperately guard the present.

Song Que let out a low roar and launched an attack!

With ninety-seven percent beast transformation, he possessed terrifying explosive strength.

Like a howling gale, a stream of air swept up dust. Before the Angel Envoy in blue armor even realized what was happening, he was struck by a massive fist larger than half his body.

In that instant, cracks formed on the armor.

The Angel Envoy was blasted backward. His body scraped across the battlefield, leaving a shocking trench in the ground. The power of Song Que's punch was evident.

But Song Que did not think a single heavy punch could kill his opponent. He charged again, aiming to unleash a barrage of punches the moment the opponent stabilized, breaking his body thoroughly—leaving him mangled with shattered bones!

Tens of colossal fist shadows rained down on the armored Angel Envoy like a storm.

The impressive defensive armor began to fall apart piece by piece.

Song Que, like a frenzied beast, shifted from wild punches to ferocious moves capable of breaking bones and tearing tendons, ruthlessly attacking the Angel Envoy.

From a distance, the adolescent Angel Envoy facing off against Qi Yuan remarked:

"He's fairly strong. It seems we'll need to put in some effort to win. But in the end, it's inevitable that we'll triumph. This monster, after all, originated as a human, and humans are not opponents of the Sons of Order."

Qi Yuan thought the same, which was why she stated that Song Que was not a Son of Order.

The adolescent's focus shifted from the battle between Song Que and the armored Angel Envoy to the shoulders of the Golden Judgement Knight.

"It seems you, like that woman, are one of those favored by God. God granted you the freedom of will."

Qi Yuan didn't deny it; she didn't need to explain to them. She was not the same as the Angel Envoys. Even though, to this adolescent Angel Envoy, she appeared no different than one of them.

They were like neighbors trapped in the same room.

The adolescent harbored a hint of jealousy.

"Clearly, I am more exceptional. Yet the freedom of will was given to Konstantin at the end, that woman, and a child like you. I didn't understand before, but now I do."

In the adolescent's eyes, the little girl before him was much like Tang Jing, someone who possessed the body of an Angel Envoy but was gifted with free will.

This was something every Angel Envoy desired.

"And what is it that you've understood?" Qi Yuan asked indifferently, happy to stall for as much time as possible.

Because for now, she was still too young, and Qi Yuan lacked absolute confidence in facing the Angel Envoys.

"God is not invincible. She was defeated by an even stronger god. So she, too, can make mistakes, and you are the mistake left behind by God."

"A mistake?"

Qi Yuan tilted her head.

In a certain sense, she was indeed a mistake of Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan had painstakingly become human, only to then split apart her soul.

She could love others, be loved by others, feel sorrow, confusion, distress, hesitation, pain, joy, and wonder. These were, undeniably, the truest parts of being human.

But perhaps a god should not have such overly subjective emotions. So, in a way, they were indeed mistakes.

Qi Yuan, however, did not take offense.

For the most part, she and Qi Yuan had similarities—chief among them was a certain detachment.

Perhaps in the future, she would become even more detached, her human characteristics extinguished in the face of an overwhelmingly dangerous world.

But perhaps in the future… the future would be beautiful—a world where humanity no longer faced threats hanging over their heads, where there was no longer the pressure of survival against foreign forces.

What kind of person would she be in such a future?

Qi Yuan shook her head:

"You cannot see the future she saw. That's why you believe she was wrong. Or why you think she lost."

"Then have you seen the future she envisioned? Tell me—will you live or die by the end of today?"

The adolescent Angel Envoy stopped speaking. His impatience to destroy Qi Yuan had already reached its peak.

He raised one hand, and at that moment, three other Angel Envoys began their attack in earnest.

Qi Yuan frowned slightly.

Because beneath her feet, the bodies of fallen hunters and myriad beasts began to stir.

Within the vast area surrounding the adolescent Angel Envoy, hunters started to climb up, and shredded beasts stood with their broken bodies.

The adolescent Angel Envoy's ability was to control the corpses of those without consciousness.

He was hailed as the Puppet Master of Death.

But what Qi Yuan found troublesome wasn't merely this.

In the battlefield where Song Que fought the armored Angel Envoy, an unexpected development unfolded.

In this battlefield, only the Judgement Knights and myriad beasts arrived in an unending stream. When the last piece of blue armor on the Angel Envoy was shattered by Song Que's iron fist, the surrounding space began to distort.

Song Que felt a force pulling at him. He could resist it, but the Judgement Knights and elite-class beasts couldn't.

Song Que instinctively stepped back, then witnessed a shocking scene.

"You merged with the blood serum of the myriad beasts to become a monster. Hah, but weak humans, isn't everyone a monster of some kind?"

The armored Angel Envoy's ability was to assimilate everything—living or non-living—into himself.

Countless carcasses of the myriad beasts and dismembered parts of Judgement Knights swirled into a mass. The blue armor had fallen away, but a grotesque amalgamation of sinew and steel forged a new monstrous armor.

If Song Que had transformed into a beast, the armored Angel Envoy had absorbed his surroundings, melding rock, steel, shattered bones, and flesh into himself.

He now towered over Song Que in size!

This was the armored Angel Envoy's ability—known as the Fusion Apostle.

In his time as an Overseer, before he became an Angel Envoy, his ability seemed unremarkable.

Because it was terrain-dependent. Stronger beings could resist the pull during the fusion.

But now, things were different. This battlefield was filled with material, and he was an Angel Envoy.

Thus during his fusion, the Judgement Knights wouldn't resist, the fallen myriad beasts wouldn't resist, and weaker elite-class beasts couldn't resist either.

Steel, beast bones, sinews, rocks, wood chips, and dust.

Layer upon layer of matter combined into a unique substance.

Song Que, though stunned, quickly launched another offensive!

The larger target was easier to hit. Though it seemed stronger, it also left itself more exposed!

Terrifying fists landed on the armored Angel Envoy, but Song Que was horrified to find he could barely inflict damage.

Fists powerful enough to destroy a mountainside left only shallow dents on the fusion armor.

This opponent would be best dealt with by Yuan Wu, striking from afar with a finishing blow.

But Yuan Wu was on the other side of the city, surrounded by swarms of beasts and the mechanical army.

Song Que's relentless strikes caused almost no significant damage. Perhaps the only silver lining was that the armored Angel Envoy's counterattacks couldn't harm Song Que either.

Their duel seemed destined to devolve into a stalemate.

But Angel Envoys always had a trump card—a means of decimating living beings: Exhaustive Ray.

In both speed and lethality, the Exhaustive Ray far surpassed physical combat.

In an instant, the tide of the battle shifted drastically. Song Que began fleeing desperately, dodging the numerous Exhaustive Rays aimed at him from all directions.

The armored Angel Envoy's gaze was playful, as though he were a cat toying with a mouse.

On the distant battlefield, changes also began to unfold.

Dead creatures, naturally devoid of consciousness, could all fall under the Puppet Master's control.

This ability was almost a cheat code in large-scale battles.

More and more hunters crawled from the heaps of corpses.

More and more myriad beasts with dim Soul Crystals shamblingly began to act.

Qi Yuan could currently control a limited number of Judgement Knights, maintaining a consistent count. This was enough to hold the strongest northern frontline.

But with the arrival of the Puppet Master, everything changed.

Because as the death toll mounted on both sides of the battle, regardless of who held the advantage, the Puppet Master's forces would only grow larger.

Whether it was the fusion of the armored Angel Envoy or the corpse-manipulation of the adolescent Angel Envoy, they thrived in this battlefield like fish in water.

Qi Yuan glanced at Song Que.

Song Que was now embarrassingly suppressed by another Angel Envoy.

She lacked the Eye of the Scales, so she couldn't help but worry about the future.

Victory was still possible in the current situation.

"Capture the leader to win the war"—if the Angel Envoys could be eliminated, the situation could change for the better.

But all of this ultimately rested on Song Que.

Qi Yuan turned her gaze to the third Angel Envoy, who had withdrawn from the fighting range. This Angel Envoy had yet to make a move.

But Qi Yuan understood his ability. His power was incredibly threatening, yet it might also bring unexpected changes to Song Que.

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