Chapter 200: Angel and Witch

Four days later, Sizar finally boarded a special airship flying directly to Divine Prison.

Although he successfully earned the “Lowest Scourge” title by riding the wave of the biohazard crisis, the Church still saw him as a mid-stage Affliction Level weakling with zero threat. Nobody rushed to exile him immediately.

After waiting four whole days, a prison airship headed for Blue Sea finally arrived at the White Hall church. Sizar followed his angel guardian sister, curiously looking around as he bounced excitedly aboard.

Spending four days with this fair-skinned, beautiful angel sister made Sizar’s fear fade away. They became quite good friends. This wingless beauty had a sweet temper and rarely got angry. Perhaps due to minimal social interaction, she acted naive, silly, and loved desserts. Under Sizar’s delicious treat strategy, she spilled almost everything, including classified intel on her white panties.

Through conversations, Sizar learned this angel was twenty years old—or rather, had been conscious as a mid-level angel for twenty years. Her skills leaned toward support, making her a typical desk worker who never fought. She held the pleasant title “Archangel.” Though a clerk, she could still crush Sizar effortlessly with one finger. The gap between them was like the sky and abyss.

The Heaven’s Condemnation Church’s battle system was unique. Their “Angels” shared names with Earth’s but differed entirely. Church angels had three tiers: low, medium, and high. Low-tier ones were the flesh-monster bio-weapons Sizar witnessed, their power near Affliction Level. These had no soul or gender—just requiring raw materials and World Power to mass-produce. But high costs prevented world domination.

Though Sizar called them “humanoid flesh chunks,” they weren’t purely that. They developed vital parts—blood vessels, nerves, bones, and brain—despite short growth cycles. Though solid inside with no organs except two hearts in their chests: purely combat weapons, emotionless. They never pooped, peed, or felt lust—had no reproductive organs.

Raw materials for low-tier angels came from Church-cultivated bio-tissues—the same stuff as “small divine statues.” When hit by the Heaven’s Condemnation Main Vein’s World Power and ordered to proliferate, this weird flesh-wood hybrid substance rapidly split into a low-tier angel. Sufficient energy let broken limbs regenerate quickly, yet limited proliferations meant severe injuries or prolonged existence led to decay into white goop.

In short: costly, convenient, powerful, eco-friendly, disposable battle weapons.

Mid-tier angels like this sister were entirely separate high-level beings—nothing like their low-tier counterparts. Like humans or any high creature, she had full organs, soul, independent thought, and emotions. Her power sat at bottom-tier Harm Rank. Differences and similarities between her and low-tier angels? Classified info; Sizar couldn’t learn details.

Inside the airship, Sizar—wearing a t-shirt, hands locked in special cuffs—sat behind the angel sister in a random seat.

This special-model airship transported criminals. Windows had thick steel bars welded shut; walls, floor, ceilings coated in unique armor. A well-lit cabin featured not rows of comfy seats but two simple benches bolted to walls. The gap between benches provided clean, open space to monitor every move prisoners made.

Angling Sister Mai slid open her backpack after sitting down. Pulling out cakes and two bottles of drink, she ignored stunned onlookers. Head lowered beside Sizar’s, snack-time began.

The airship shuddered on takeoff. Halfway through his drink, Sizar felt full enough to observe fellow inmates. Barely more than a dozen people filled the cabin: each prisoner paired one-on-one with a guard. Cuffed ones? Criminals. Guardians? Supervisors.

Scanning around, Sizar noted powerful yet restrained male/female supervisors—expressions cold or haughty or tense or indifferent. Two male angels—deathly pale and winged—also mid-tier. But Sister Mai stood alone: the carefree weirdo sharing cake with a prisoner.

Prisoners drew his gaze. Besides a dejected young man, all—elderly, muscular thugs, flashy tight-sporting girls—radiated dangerous cruelty. Most were Affliction Level like him. One centaur—limbs chained—was Harm Rank legit. His presence cast gloom over the cabin.

Stunning Sizar were three young girls opposite—same age, breathtaking beauties. Two fair-haired Caucasians, one dark-haired East Asian. One blond girl lay unconscious; the others stared vacantly, drooling—expressions utterly broken. Had angels not guarded them, Sizar would’ve imagined sealed rooms, gags, whips… twisted fantasies.

“Sister Mai, are these girls prisoners too?” Sizar nudged her, whispering.

“Of course! Can’t see the cuffs?” she mumbled mid-cake-bite.

“They look harmless—just super pretty. Guard gifts?” He smirked wickedly.

“Huh? Why the grin? Meaning?” Pure-hearted Sister Mai tilted her head, confused by his insinuation.

“Ahem,” coughed the male angel opposite, “Wrong idea. They are witches.”

“Oh! Witches—Evil King’s Egg stuff!” Sister Mai straightened, putting down food, serious now. “That Evil King’s Egg is an ancient Calamity, thriving millennia unchecked. Early on, lesser eggs popped across continents, luring wicked beings. Parasitizing hosts, they bestowed power—similar to demon creatures. But those create wilder force, infect anyone, turn berserk—Chaotic Evil. Evil King’s Eggs amplify hidden malice, targeting only minds with unique… brainwaves. Infected hosts act normal unless unleashing. Records show outbreaks—some weak, one disastrous Central Continent war dropping populations to one-tenth. Purges eventually subdued it; the host sealed. Now… World Vein ripples stir it awake! New method: targets pure girls. This strain changed entirely—old tricks useless. Witch problems skyrocket. Midzone attacks turn serious; Association handles with Church assisting captures.”

Hearing this, Sizar felt vibrant life pulsing through Planet Ceylon! Central Continent had Evil King’s Eggs, Southern Continent suffered demonic calamity, Eastern Continent Blood Sea cracked; even hell superimposed beyond stars—it was a swirling epic era! Truly… a great era for people like us—my blood boils!

“She’s right,” nodded the male angel, smiling at Sister Mai.

“But why Divine Prison? Association runs purification stations,” she asked.

“Divine Prison’s new project: we assist it.”

“What project?”

“Hearing it boosts purification odds 30%, turning them into magical girls. Failure… they extract the Evil King’s Egg to forge… super bio-brains.” Pain crossed the male angel’s face.

Though Sizar barely understood “purification” or “magical girls,” bio-brains he knew. The infamous split-personality teacher—Professor Wusi of the wraith faction—owned two huge jars of them (school property).

“Bio-brain” meant extracting elite creatures’ brains to create taboo biological computers via forbidden methods. A brain’s potential is limitless: cruelly treated high-grade bio-brains outclassed Earth’s supercomputers. Rumor said Calamity Level brains could… crush quantum computers!

He pitied the lovely girls opposite. Such beauty, but bound for humanoid bio-computer fates… terribly, awfully tragic!