"It seems you have no intention of leaving here alive, Mr. Loa."
A Luo Liya's voice turned utterly cold. Her earlier gentleness vanished completely, leaving only endless chill.
But then she changed tack, and her tone shifted again.
"Of course, if you're willing to join our Dark Alliance, Mr. Loa, this matter is open to negotiation." She adopted that gentle tone again. "I can guarantee that we won't use any means of control on you."
Loa looked at her, almost wanting to laugh.
She changed her expression faster than turning a page.
"Listen to you," he said. "I have no intention of joining the Dark Alliance. But I am curious. Spreading your faith inside O'Brien territory like this, aren't you afraid the War God will come knocking at the Dark Church's door?"
"The War God?"
A hint of disdain entered A Luo Liya's voice.
As a Fallen Angel who had descended from the Divine Plane of Darkness, how many powerful beings had she seen in the Divine Plane? The War God O'Brien? Just a lucky man who had picked up a divine spark.
"Our Dark Church isn't afraid of Deity-level powerhouses coming to our door."
Something stirred in Loa's mind.
Not afraid of Deities?
Do they have another trump card? It seems the Dark Church isn't as simple as I imagined. Then does its rival, the Radiant Church, have similar means?
Before he could think further, A Luo Liya had already thrown off her hood.
Her tight combat suit outlined her full curves, with a short sword strapped to each thigh. Beneath the moonlight, her face was indeed stunningly beautiful, her features carrying a natural allure.
"Enough talk."
Dark Battle-qi surged from her, instantly enveloping her whole body. The next second, she melted into the night.
She vanished.
Loa took