novelraw Chapter 723 - 723 713 The Abandoned Baby
Chapter 723 - 723 713 The Abandoned Baby
Chapter 723: Chapter 713: The Abandoned Baby Chapter 723: Chapter 713: The Abandoned Baby “If I were you, I would choose to pursue once again the lover whose memory I had lost, instead of ignoring her as you do. Don’t you feel tormented? You’ve yearned for her for over eighteen hundred years, but when asked, you call her a friend and dare not recognize her.”
Muria looked at the old man whose face was recovering rapidly from the blood that was flowing back into his wounds. His face was filled with disdain, he was tired of such cliché drama.
“Even if I recognize her, so what?” Seeing the dissatisfied Muria, an old man who had originally been punched, was now deflated like a punctured ball, a look of decadence appearing on his face.
“For reborn angels, their past memories are like other people’s stories, which can hardly stir their own emotional resonance. So what’s the use of her understanding the relationship between me and her in the past? Will she acknowledge this romance? She has lost the relevant memory, to her, I am just a stranger. If that is the case, we might as well each take care of ourselves.”
“I say, why are you so stubborn? What is the relationship between people? It starts with no acquaintance, to acquaintance, from simple nods to ordinary friends, and then develops differently according to different needs.”
Muria looked frustrated, “If you don’t know her, you can find a way to get acquainted! Then use your past methods to chase her again. What’s the big deal? What are you afraid of? What are you being timid about?”
“I’m already in this state, how can I face her.” The old man stood up with a bitter smile. His body was still filled with great power, but his body was gradually deteriorating. Unless he could continue to break through, but even if he did, it would only slow down his aging, not restore his youthful prime.
“This is easy. Since your lover has been reborn once, you should be reborn once as well!” Muria looked at the old man with a smile on his face. Behind him, starlight rose and spread toward the old man.
“Your Majesty, you…” The Cardinal Archbishop shone with pure white and sacred light, but it was immediately suppressed by the hazy starlight. A chain like a star river appeared and then tightly wrapped around the Archbishop, his power was instantly sealed.
Looking at the Archbishop easily bound by him, Muria tugged at the corner of his mouth, then gripped one end of the chain and pulled hard, causing the old man to lie on the ground. Muria glanced at him and then, dragging the chain, dragged him towards the Angel Reincarnation Pool, not caring about the old man’s identity at all.
“Your Majesty, I am a Cardinal Archbishop! I have dedicated everything to the gods. You will incur the wrath of the gods this way.”
Tearing his gaze away from the pool, the indignant Muria next to the Reincarnation Pool gave him a glance, and didn’t even answer him. In his rage, Muria kicked him hard and sent him into the Angel Reincarnation Pool, splashing a large wave.
“After you come out from the Reincarnation Pool, you will be an angel, and from then on, you will serve under my fiancée. As for the other issues, you don’t need to worry.”
The moment Asimio fell into the pool, the liquid power of the holy light in the pool mixed with a certain special force, stormed his body. A huge cocoon of light was rapidly forming around this elderly priest.
“Splash!” Seeing this scene, Muria retracted his Star Cloud Chain, and the Archbishop inside did not move, seemingly having lost the power to resist.
“A hypocritical old guy.” Muria looked at the growing light cocoon with some contempt, “He verbally rejects it, but his body’s response is quite honest. So are all the bishops under Obisto like this? Those gods are pitiful to have such followers!”
“Now it’s time to deal with the potential consequences of this matter.” Muria took one last look at the rapidly forming Angel Cocoon, and then hurriedly descended towards Xena Pus below…
“Sister Feiye Ti, it’s been a long time.” Back in Wind King Castle, Muria quickly activated the Communication Magic Array. Using the contact method he had, Muria got in touch with his brother-in-law’s fiancée, Feiye Ti, a Blazing Sky God Descendant with eight wings.
“Little brother Muria, it’s been ten years, and you finally have time to find me?” The moment the Communication Magic Array was activated, a female Blazing Sky God Descendant who was sipping her tea appeared in front of Muria as if she were actually right there.
“Cough, haven’t I been busy lately?” Muria chuckled awkwardly, then chatted with the Blazing Sky God Descendant for a bit before quickly moving on to the main topic, “Sister Feiye Ti, I’ve recently gotten into some minor trouble and I was hoping you could help me solve it through the channels of the Blazing Sky God Race.”
“Troubles caused by you should also be solved by you.” Irvicester, who was looking slightly blue, appeared partially in the communication magic array, projecting in front of Muria, which looked quite strange.
Seeing that his uncle appeared to be shutting down the communication magic array, Muria quickly spoke out, “It’s related to the problem with Michaela.”
“Speak!”
“I have just kidnapped a Cardinal Archbishop from The Dawn Church and thrown him into Michaela’s Angel Reincarnation Pool.”
“…” After a moment of silence, Irvicester’s figure fully appeared within the communication magic array, standing almost face to face with Muria, “How strong is the bishop?”
“Legend Seventh Rank.” Remembering the strength of the old man, Muria involuntarily grinned. This old man, upon guessing what Muria wanted to do, offered a symbolic resistance before giving in completely. Otherwise, with Muria’s strength, it would have been impossible to throw him into the reincarnation pool so easily. Even if he was forced into it, it wouldn’t have been hard to escape with his strength.
“I understand.” After hearing Muria’s words, Irvicester nodded, “I will get my father to negotiate with the Master of Dawn.”
“All is resolved.” Seeing Irvicester hastily closing the communication magic array, Muria nodded with satisfaction.
From then on, a human bishop named Asimio vanished from the world, while the cloud above Xena Pus welcomed a ten-winged angel named Asimio, who followed a female angel named Pamela all day, appearing as servile as a lap dog.
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The chill wind howled, the cries of numerous infants echoed in the sea breeze, the bright moonlight revealing a particularly cruel scene. Countless small infants lay on the central open space of a dilapidated village, naked, crying in the cold wind.
Regardless of how loudly these infants were crying, no one emerged from the houses around where lights were still seen through the windows. From within these houses, sporadic sounds of crying, sighing, and the occasional sound of a slap on flesh could be heard.
“What is this?” Suddenly, carried by the sea breeze, a black-haired youth with golden pupils appeared on a cliff not far from the village. His eyes shone brightly in the dark, more dazzling than the stars in the sky, intoxicating to behold. As he neared the village, a warm aura drove away the chill in the air, silencing the crying infants.
“What happened to these children?” Muria, who had just arrived on the new continent, walked into this decayed village following the sound of crying, then he saw more than thirty trembling infants in the cold wind. They were naked, allowing Muria to clearly see their physical characteristics: a layer of fluffy white fur on their bodies, tiny fangs visible at the corners of their mouths — they were clearly not human.
“The children of beastmen!” Based on their characteristics, Muria immediately identified the race of these infants, which made him even more dissatisfied. Any creature with a modicum of intelligence wouldn’t abandon its own offspring.
But what was he seeing now? In a beastmen village, a group of infants was left out in the cold, with no measures taken for their warmth. This wasn’t just inhumane; it was against life itself.
According to his senses, among these thirty-five beast-children, eight were losing body heat rapidly due to the cold wind, their life signs declining steadily. Had he not appeared, they would have died soon after.
“Who are you? Leave quickly, or don’t blame me for being impolite.” At some point, the door of a shabby house opened, and a pale orc holding a large wooden stick glared furiously at Muria.
“Oh!” Muria showed no emotion as he raised a finger…