Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel-Chapter 255: Life or Death!

Within the restless crowd.

A cluster of red figures was whispering among themselves.

They were none other than the Lava Clan, duped by Aster Grant back in the first layer of the Divine Realm!

"Grandpa Clan Leader, those up there look like the kin of our benefactor, Beastbond!"

A young Lava Sprite pointed to the high platform, keeping its voice extremely low.

Back then, after hearing Aster Grant’s advice, they left the first layer of the Divine Realm ahead of time.

Therefore, the final battle between Aster Grant and the Blood Progenitor destroyed the Divine Realm, but it didn’t affect them.

However...

The former Clan Leader of the Lava Clan only knew that Aster Grant mentioned a place called Draconia.

No other information was known.

When they exited the Divine Realm, there was not a single Human Race member present on the scene.

So, they had no idea where Draconia was.

Thus, he arbitrarily picked a direction for their journey...

As a result, by sheer chance, they arrived at the Domain of the Angel Race.

And there happened to be a volcano here, so they settled in this area.

At this moment, the old Clan Leader looked at the imprisoned Seraphs on the high platform and nodded slowly:

"Indeed... those are the kin of our benefactor’s angels!"

"So, Grandpa Clan Leader, should we make a move to save them?"

Upon hearing this sentence, the Lava Clan’s leading elder showed a worried expression on his face.

Although, relying on the volcano, the power of the entire Lava Clan had substantially increased over this period.

He had reached the Monarch Peak, and among their kin, there were several Monarch Level existences.

But, to compare this combat strength with the top-tier race of the Angel Race...

The gap was too wide!

The old Clan Leader’s magma-patterned hand trembled slightly as he spoke softly:

"Let’s wait and see! Even if we want to save these Seraphs, we need a foolproof plan, or we’ll only send ourselves to our deaths pointlessly!"

He gazed up at Mars Miller suspended in midair, whose terrifying presence, almost at a Totem Level, was suffocating for all races.

Not to mention the several Half-Step Totem Level Seraphim Justiciars in the vicinity, along with the Demon Clan army continuously emerging from the Demonic Qi.

Plus that golden Barrier that enveloped the entire area...

He could already foresee the outcome of today’s event.

Without outside help, perhaps they could not leave here alive! Not to mention rescuing anyone!

Not only the Lava Clan, but all present races realized the severity of the situation.

Obviously, Mars Miller was forcing them to choose between life and death!

Either die here or ally with the Demon Clan!

"Damn it! The Demon Clan slaughtered so many of our kin, and yet we should cooperate with them? How could that be possible?"

"But if we don’t side with the Demon Clan, Mars Miller will definitely not spare us! If we die here, how will our race survive?"

"But if we side with the Demon Clan, wouldn’t it mean the Demon Clan won’t harm our race anymore, and we’ll be safe then."

Many firmly opposed, but some began to weigh the advantages and disadvantages.

If they didn’t side with the Demon Clan, they would definitely die here, and their kin wouldn’t escape.

But if they agreed with Mars Miller, they could not only live, but the threat from the Demon Clan that their race suffered would also be resolved.

Gradually, some weaker races began to make their own decisions.

"Lord Mars Miller, we, the Weasel Clan, are willing to join you."

"We of the Rock Lizard Clan also wish to follow my lord!"

"Lord Mars Miller, we..."

Once someone spoke, it quickly spread like a plague.

These less powerful races feared being punished if they declared their stance too late, so they rushed to pledge loyalty.

As Mars Miller witnessed this scene, he spoke indifferently:

"All those submitting, stand to my right!"

"Congratulations on making a wise choice."

"As for those on my left..."

His gaze swept over those races still hesitating, "Are you ready to choose death?"

This sentence was like a death knell, drawing another large group to hastily move from the left side to the right.

In a blink, only a few races remained steadfast on the left.

Mars Miller slowly raised his right hand, a terrifying energy gathering in his palm:

"It seems... you are determined to oppose me?"

But, just then.

An angel named "Lil’ Seven" suddenly appeared in front of these Xenos on the left side.

"Clan Leader, I have always believed in your leadership! I have always believed that the Seraph Legion could stand at the pinnacle of the world."

"But now, you actually let us side with the Demon Clan, why?"

Lil’ Seven’s voice was full of questioning.

Earlier, even when the Seraph Legion launched a coup, he could accept it.

But siding with the Demon Clan...

His eyes shot directly at Mars Miller.

He could not accept it!

And after Lil’ Seven’s words fell, several Seraphs gradually stood behind him.

Not all Seraphs were willing to embrace the Demon Clan!

However...

Those Seraphs choosing to oppose Mars Miller were among the weaker ones in the entire Angel Race.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Mars Miller.

They needed Mars Miller to provide an answer!

However.

Mars Miller’s face revealed a faint sneer.

He had long known that his proposal to side with the Demon Clan would face much resistance.

Therefore, long before, he began meeting one-on-one with Seraphs above Monarch level.

Those Seraphs unwilling to side with the Demon Clan had already been dealt with by him.

Now, the remaining High-tier Seraphs all understood the wisdom of following his lead.

As for those Low-level Seraphs.

Did their opinions...

Matter?

Without even being at the Monarch Level, even in resistance, they could not impact the larger picture in the slightest.

However...

A Commander Level angel dared to question him.

Mars Miller’s eight wings slightly trembled.

He then suddenly appeared in front of the angel named "Lil’ Seven".

Mars Miller’s icy gaze stabbed at Lil’ Seven like a blade, his voice chill with bone-piercing cold:

"As a Seraph, who gave you the courage to defy my order?"

Even before he finished speaking, he suddenly struck, clutching Lil’ Seven’s wings.

"Rip!"

Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, four snow-white wings were forcefully torn off.

Angels’ wings are the source of both power and life, a pain akin to tendon and bone being ripped apart.

"Ahhh—!!"

Lil’ Seven’s scream echoed through the sky, then in heart-wrenching agony, he passed out, blood gushing from his back like a fountain, staining the high platform.

Mars Miller casually threw the blood-stained wings aside, his cold gaze sweeping over the remaining Seraphs:

"Who else wants to resist?"

Under this deathly gaze, all the Seraphs trembled, bowing their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"If you dare not resist..."

"Then get out of my way!"

The Seraphs, as if granted reprieve, hurriedly retreated to the sides, clearing a path.

Mars Miller moved forward, with each step, his murderous intent grew heavier.

If these Xenos insisted on seeking death, he would grant them their wish!

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