Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Kazdel City, 9:50 PM, Commercial Street

At the corner booth of the "Thousand Cups Without Falling" bar, a new guest with somewhat peculiar behavior came to the booth.

As soon as the customer entered the door, he went straight to the bar and asked the bartender to make his own cocktail.

After the bartender asked the manager and received his approval, the customer asked for the drinks and condiments he wanted, skillfully mixed two glasses of wine, and took them to the booth in the corner.

At that time, there were four young people drinking and chatting happily in the booth, playing drinking games and drinking until their faces were red.

Seeing such a mature and beautiful lady walking towards him, he felt a little reserved. He never expected that the rumored approaching behavior would actually happen to him.

"Hello... hello, can I treat you..." Emboldened by alcohol, a young man boldly greeted the beautiful lady and wanted to invite her to sit down and have a drink.

Unfortunately, just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a mature and lazy voice: "Four handsome guys, I've taken a fancy to this seat. Could you please let me have it? I'm willing to pay for it."

A stack of Longmen coins gently slapped on the table, and the originally ambiguous atmosphere was instantly extinguished, like a basin of cold water poured over from head to toe.

The young man who had spoken boldly before now lowered his head and drank awkwardly under the strange looks of his companions.

His extroversion this time resulted in a lifetime of introversion.

The other three people glanced at the Longmen coins on the table and estimated that the amount was enough to open a new seat and order a few more bottles of wine.

The three of them didn't hesitate too much and called the waiter to help them change seats.

"Haha... Since this beautiful lady really wants it, we'll reluctantly give it to her."

After the four people left, the waiter carefully cleaned the seats and tabletops and reminded the guests that they could sit down.

"Okay, thank you." Holhaiya nodded slightly and sat down with two cups of "Minoan Mist".

It was five minutes to ten when Holhaiya glanced at the time. He pulled out a simple, quaint booklet from his loose robe and casually flipped through it, killing time.

The bar owner was a shrewd middle-aged man who had seen countless people. He could see at a glance the ruthlessness beneath Holhaiya's elegant temperament.

He called a waiter over, pointed at Holhaiya who was sitting in the corner, and whispered instructions.

"Xiao Hu, please keep an eye on that guest. If he makes any unreasonable requests, agree to them first..."

"Okay, boss." The waiter nodded tactfully and left quickly with his wine glass.

"Dong, dong, dong..." Ten o'clock arrived, and the classical pendulum clock chimed resonantly. Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the bar hall, but soon returned to normal.

Holhaiya felt something, put down the booklet, crossed his legs, and said lightly.

"What perfect timing, Mr. Roy."

A tall figure sat opposite, it was Roy who came as promised.

"I was delayed at home, so I left home a little late. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Holhaiya."

"Were you interrogated by Lady Theresa? Or by that lovable elf? I never thought that even someone as powerful as you couldn't be completely free."

"That's a kind of happy concern, you will experience it in the future." Roy smiled slightly and raised his glass in greeting.

"My life is almost over, and this kind of thing has nothing to do with me." Holhaiya raised the glass elegantly, opened her red lips slightly, and took a sip.

"If you become a feathered serpent, you can break through the limitations of your short lifespan and gain absolutely powerful strength."

"That is Quetzalcoatl's power, not yours. Have you made up your mind?"

Being stared at by those deep eyes, Holhaiya felt as if all her secrets were being seen through. As a solitary agent, she hated this feeling.

"Since I have appeared before you again, it means that I have already made up my mind. Please tell me if there is any way for me to become a feathered serpent."

The young Quetzalcoatl sheds all disguises, shows the most sincere attitude, and seeks answers from the powerful Sarkaz Demon Lord.

"In that case, then it will be as you wish." The Sarkaz Demon King responded, slowly raised his right hand, and clenched his five fingers.

A long sword that was completely black with blood-colored energy flowing on the blade suddenly appeared in the hands of the devil.

Before the young Quetzalcoatl could react, the sword pierced her heart with lightning speed.

Even the top agent of the Melander Foundation, the Quetzalcoatl who possesses the blood of the gods, could not avoid the Demon King's attack at such a close distance.

Hot blood gushed out, and the young Quetzalcoatl opened her mouth weakly, but no sound came out. Judging from her mouth shape, what she wanted to say should be "Why..."

"Only through death can one be reborn. I hope you can break free from the shell of your family's past four hundred years of history, and be reborn, flapping your wings to become a true feathered serpent."

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The exoskeleton armor developed by Raytheon Industries weighs 95 kilograms and is equipped with an Originium Technique Amplitude Device. It provides a certain degree of lethality in close-range combat scenarios.

It is made in imitation of the "wings" of the "feathered serpent" in the tradition. "Parents and ancestors in the family also have such a pair of "wings" made of the strongest material.

The heavy wings bound the descendants of the feathered serpent, who once soared in the sky, firmly to the ground, making them no different from ordinary terrestrial creatures.

The outer garment that envelops the exoskeleton is made of a new fiber developed by Volvot Koczinski and obtained through the Melander Foundation.

Legend has it that the Quetzalcoatl's skin is invulnerable, and the material of its outer robe reflects this. Unfortunately, even this sturdy material cannot withstand the baptism of modern artillery fire or the sharp blade of the Demon King.

With his heart pierced, Holhaiya felt his consciousness falling into a cold, empty space, and was still falling.

"Is he dead just like that?" The last scene in his memory was the blood splattering and the calm face.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. There's not much time left anyway..." He loosened his clenched hands weakly, and his heavy eyelids slowly closed.

The whistling wind filled his ears, and Holhaiya suddenly opened his eyes, and his cold body regained perception of the outside world.

"This is Terra..." Holhaiya realized that he was falling rapidly to the ground and wanted to cast a spell to slow down.

The spells he had cast countless times now felt strangely unfamiliar. A surge of wind swept out, lifting his massive body and spreading his strong, powerful wings.

"Quetzalcoatl, this is the power of Quetzalcoatl..." Holhaiya was so excited that his whole body was shaking, feeling the extremely powerful force in his body.

"Hahaha..." Holhaiya raised his head and laughed wildly, but what came out of his mouth was the roar of a feathered serpent.