I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Iaan felt both annoyed and furious at Maan's acting. His unnecessary pity gave this vicious villain the opportunity to attack his companions, and now he had to make up for his mistake.

Iaan abruptly clenched his right palm, and dazzling light spots transformed into a spear in his hand. His wings snapped open with agility, but just as he was about to swoop down towards Maan, he noticed that his companion was retreating backward with a face full of horror.

Lavinia suddenly remembered that Maan had killed two guardian angels no weaker than them four years ago, without leaving any real evidence.

They had no chance of winning.

Realizing this, Lavinia suddenly turned around and flapped her already dilapidated wings towards the window, wanting to escape from this house that symbolized the end.

Seeing this scene, Iaan was both bewildered and surprised.

Even if Lavinia was not the most valiant angel, she was, like every angel, a symbol of courage and wisdom. They had faced dozens of dangerous battles together, and he had never seen Lavinia display such a despicable posture.

He gripped the light spear in his hand even tighter, rushing towards Maan with a determination to die.

Blank.

When Iaan came back to his senses, he had already crashed into the wall, and instead of shattering these mortal-made structures as usual, he was shaken back a few steps.

"No!" Lavinia's terrified scream rang out behind him.

Bang!

Thump.

Iaan quickly turned around, only to see a headless corpse kneeling in front of Maan.

They couldn't win.

"Come on," he whispered to comfort himself, then charged at Maan for the second time, closing his eyes with a resolve to die.

But death did not come.

Iaan felt himself hit something first, instantly losing his balance and falling to the ground, then rolling a few times due to inertia, and then his entire body was unable to move.

"Who else knows you came to find me?" Maan repeated what he had just said, "You don't have to lie, because whether you answer or not won't change your ending."

Iaan showed a miserable smile:

"Demon, you can forget about making me submit!"

Maan stood up straight, squinting at him:

"Demon? Your compatriots want to kill me just because I can see them, and I become a demon because I kill them in self-defense. Just because I can see angels, I don't deserve to live normally in this world?"

Iaan said hysterically:

"They want to kill you because you are born with sin.

"And you have proven that point."

Maan asked calmly:

"Who else knows you were coming to find me? Just consider it doing a good deed."

The angel glared at him, letting the roar engulf his thoughts:

"You want to know the answer, then I'll tell you.

"The Archangel also knows about this, and he was the one who sent us here. After all the demon lords are sanctioned by him, it will be your turn. No matter what, you won't be able to escape his flame sword..."

Looking at the almost insane angel, Maan raised his hand to end him.

Drip.

Drip, drip...

The morphemes of raindrops patting the window became more and more frequent, and then immediately turned into a strange rain sound that was sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

Maan looked to the left.

"Raindrops" were patting his window.

But they were red.

He walked uneasily to the window and looked up at the sky.

Maan saw the source of the red rain.

That was a silver-white giant owl with eight pairs of wings. Its body length was six hundred meters, its wingspan was nearly a thousand meters, and its brown pupils reflected a terrifying cold light. Just by swooping down with its physical body, it could easily destroy several blocks, and its three pairs of claws were still hanging with twitching flesh and blood.

But its eight pairs of wings were dripping with blood.

Because opposite the giant owl was a three-headed dragon. Although she was only about half the size of her opponent, her scales flowed with deadly lava, and her three heads were also spewing hellfire wrapped in smoke, constantly leaving scorched scars on the giant owl's body.

The giant owl was the Rank Ⅴ Great Demon Ranudaster worshiped by Yu Di and the black-robed man. The current giant beast was only a Rank Ⅳ incarnation of its main body, but it also displayed a rather terrifying posture and power.

And the three-headed dragon mother confronting him was also a great demon. Long Qin, the temporary leader of the three demon cults, was a subordinate she sent to the mortal world.

In the sky not far away, there was also a four-winged angel about eighty meters tall.

His body was still surrounded by a mass of amorphous giant purple smoke, and the tumbling purple mist flickered with colorful colors like starlight. That was the second devil lord who followed Ranudaster to the mortal world, "Mist of Deceit".

Opposite them were two demon lords of similar size, one with a face like a deformed combination of a black goat and a human, holding scimitars made of bones in both arms, and the other lord looked like a human, but his skin was as red as blood, and he had six arms and four eyes.

As the owl bird cried, scattered souls were constantly swept into the air by an invisible gale and integrated into its body. Maan could clearly see that those souls were either already old and dying, or as pure as white snow, and almost all of them came from several fixed directions.

That should be the hospital.

And golden flames would occasionally splash out from the angel's body, falling towards areas with mortals. At this time, the purple smoke would follow the flames across the streets, taking away the souls of the dead, while leaving illusions that mortals could understand.

On the other hand, those demon lords would deliberately avoid harming the mortals on the ground during the battle. This behavior was not out of mercy, and they would not normally hold back when killing.

But in the battle with the angels, the demons would avoid useless killings, so as not to allow the church to take the opportunity to proclaim the so-called evil face of the demons.

Maan dragged Iaan to the window, looked at the angel who was helping the devil kill mortals, and asked:

"What is he doing?"

Iaan first gave Maan an angry look, but still looked out the window, and then instantly showed a look of horror and incomprehension, his wings dimming a few points in the blink of an eye.

"Is this an illusion..." Iaan couldn't understand the scene he was seeing at all. His compatriots were also participating in this war, but it seemed that none of them thought there was anything wrong with it.

The Archangel couldn't get souls by killing mortals at this moment. What exactly was he doing? This wasn't fighting demons at all!

Darkness spread on his wings, and then Iaan suddenly saw something he had been ignoring...

The truth.

"No, no." Iaan retreated in despair, his wings turning black at an irreversible speed, and said incoherently, "The Lord of Lies did not give us a curse at all! But the eyes to see the truth.

"The Cherubim has blinded our minds, and his spells are everywhere, but not here, so that's how it is...

"He is wrong."

Maan was right.

As the fallen angel slowly stood firm, the confusion in his expression was gradually fading, an unshakable determination appeared on his face, and the piety in his eyes was burned out by almost crazy anger.

Then, he knelt down to Maan calmly:

"The Winged One, I understand your teachings."