"AAAAAAAAH!" Zhan Rourou had completely lost her mind.
Three generations of the Zhan Family—749 people in total. Not over seven hundred, not under eight hundred, but exactly 749 people!
Now, the entire family had fallen. All 748 people had died before her eyes, leaving only Zhan Rourou, the sole woman of the third generation, alive.
The moment she saw Zhan Yuye self-destruct, Zhan Rourou fell into complete despair.
It was all because of her... that the Zhan Family had suffered such a catastrophe!
At that moment, the projection of Mona behind Zhan Rourou continuously flowed into her body. Seeing this, Belial, who had personally slaughtered the entire Zhan Family, burst into laughter.
He rose into the air, arrived before Zhan Rourou, and grabbed her little face. "Little Rou Rou, at a time like this, I'm not afraid to tell you a secret."
"Long before Heaven discovered you, the person of legend, I already knew of your existence."
Zhan Rourou's pitch-black eyes flickered slightly.
"Or, to be precise, I was the one who set your birth in motion."
"You and your family, have you ever considered why, across three generations of the Zhan Family, there was only one girl?"
A trace of movement appeared in Zhan Rourou's black eyes. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Wh... why?"
Belial raised a hand toward the bloodstained execution platform, and a magic array gradually emerged.
"Long before you were born, I had already begun laying the groundwork. I named this plan Project 749. The person of legend in the divine oracle left behind by Gael and Mona was someone the Angel Race had sought throughout countless generations, yet we could never wait for that day to arrive."
"Now, the Angel Race's bloodline inheritance ability has been exhausted. After waiting through so many eras