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Himejima Akeno quickly ran to his side and took his arm.
When Bai Qiu saw Zhou Ye arrive just in time, and his daughter Zhu Nai who was unharmed behind him, his face, which had been twisted with anger, finally softened a little.
He was breathing heavily, looked at Zhou Ye, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Thanks, son-in-law."
"However, before he left, he mentioned a name..."
Bai Qiu's expression instantly became extremely solemn.
"He mentioned Li Zevheim."
Upon hearing this name, Rias and Azazel's expressions changed drastically at the same time.
“He also said…” Every word Bai Qiu uttered felt like a massive boulder crashing into everyone’s hearts.
"The real gift has already been prepared for us."
"The location is..."
"Komaou Academy!"
"what?!"
Rias cried out in shock. Kuoh Academy was her territory, her and her family’s base!
Asaher's face was extremely grim.
"A feint attack, a diversionary tactic... Damn, these old bastards are really good at this!"
"Their target from the very beginning has been our base! The riots in Kyoto were just a way to drag us all here!"
Panic and anger began to spread in people's hearts.
Li Zevim Lucifer, the leader of the old Demon King faction and a descendant of the legendary first Demon King, his name itself represents immense trouble and terrifying conspiracies.
Now, this trouble is directly targeting their hometown.
In this somber atmosphere.
Zhou Ye's face showed no sign of panic.
His reaction was eerily calm.
"Since Li Zevheim is so eager to play, then I'll play along with him to the very end."
Zhou Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overwhelming, unquestionable authority.
He looked at Rias and Azazel and spoke softly.
"Kumaoh Academy? What's there?"
"Nothing."
“Li Zevim isn’t stupid. If he really wants revenge, the first thing he’ll destroy is the new order of the underworld that the new demons are so proud of, and the increasingly better life that Rias and the other new demon king’s faction are living.”
“The more Li Zevm sees you thriving, the more painful it is for him, the banished old demon king.”
Zhou Ye's words were like a bucket of cold water, waking everyone up.
"His real target is the underworld now."
"Kumaoh Academy is just another smokescreen."
"He intends to draw everyone's attention with an attack on Kuoh Academy, and then deliver a truly fatal blow to the empty Underworld!"
Chapter 285 Himejima Akari's Soul Resurrected
Zhou Ye's words caused everyone present to momentarily freeze in their minds.
Is Kuoh Academy a smokescreen?
Is the real target the underworld?
"This...how is this possible!"
Azazel was the first to jump up, grabbing his hair and looking like he was about to go crazy.
"That madman Li Zevim, he has the ability to attack the entire Underworld? Where does he get so many people! Sazex and the others aren't just sitting around doing nothing!"
Panic is contagious.
Rias's body trembled uncontrollably. As the sister of Demon King Lucifer, she knew all too well how massive the Underworld's defense system was.
But she was also well aware of how many vulnerabilities would appear in that seemingly impregnable fortress when all the high-level combatants, including those of her brother Sazex and Azazel, were drawn to other things!
"We must contact my brother immediately!"
Rias hurriedly set up a communication magic circle.
Himejima Akeno was also very anxious. She wanted to persuade Zhou Ye that now was not the time to analyze, but to take immediate action!
however.
In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Zhou Ye did something that baffled everyone.
He ignored Azazel, who was pacing anxiously, and also didn't look at Rias, who was preparing to make a communication.
He turned and walked toward Baichu, the fallen angel cadre who was still kneeling on the ground, radiating grief and anger.
Zhou Ye moved calmly as he walked to the tombstone that Bai Qiu had guarded with his life.
"There is something more important to do than chasing after a stray dog."
His words brought everyone to a standstill.
Bai Qiu's mouth dropped open; he could hardly believe his ears.
"Hey! Zhou Ye! What nonsense are you spouting! What could be more important than that bastard Li Zeweim trying to bomb our hometown right now?"
"Father……"
Himejima Akeno looked at Zhou Ye with a puzzled expression.
Zhou Ye did not explain.
He simply addressed Bai Qiu in an unquestionable tone.
"Father-in-law, lead the way."
"Go to your fallen angels' most secret stronghold in Kyoto."
Baiqiu raised his face, which was streaked with tears and filled with anger, his bloodshot eyes filled with incomprehension.
But looking at Zhou Ye, at this son-in-law, the man who had protected his deceased wife's peace, he couldn't refuse.
"……follow me."
Bai Qiu squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, struggled to his feet, and led his group away into the night.
A secret stronghold of fallen angels in Kyoto.
This place is shrouded in a powerful barrier; from the outside, it looks like an ordinary Japanese tea room.
Bai Qiu solemnly placed an antique urn engraved with Zhu Li's name on the table.
He didn't know what Zhou Ye was going to do, but in his heart, there was a crazy idea that he himself dared not even think about.
"Zhou Ye, you..."
Bai Qiu's voice was terribly hoarse.
Zhou Ye did not answer him.
He simply asked Rias and Azazel to step back, and then, under the tense, doubtful, yet hopeful gazes of Byuk and Akeno Himejima, he gently placed his hand on the cold urn containing the ashes.
He did not use any magic.
There is no power of imaginary numbers, nor the darkness that belongs to demons.
He wielded the most fundamental authority inherited from the God of the Bible.
A divine authority that creates and defines.
"In my name."
Zhou Ye parted his lips slightly, and the words he uttered echoed in the space sealed by the barrier with a peculiar rhythm.
"Fragments of a soul scattered throughout the world."
"Return to this place!"
The moment the words fell.
A miracle happened.
Countless points of light, invisible to the naked eye but clearly perceptible to the soul, emerged from the void.
They penetrated the walls and the barrier, converging from all directions like weary birds returning to their nests, pouring into that small urn of ashes.
The entire room was enveloped in a warm and gentle atmosphere.
Baiqiu, a twelve-winged fallen angel cadre who had lived for countless years and witnessed countless wars and deaths, was now dumbfounded.
His body began to tremble violently.
It wasn't out of fear, but because of an indescribable shock that transcended his comprehension!
Himejima Akeno covered her mouth, tears streaming silently down her face like pearls from a broken string.
Under their gaze.
A complete female soul, radiating a soft white glow, slowly rose from the urn.
Her appearance is seven parts similar to Himejima Akeno, but she is more gentle and mature.
It is Himejima Akari!
"This...this is..."
Bai Qiu's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single word.
Creation?
resurrection?