I Don't Want to Evolve After Being Transmigrated into Angewomon

Although Cheruge knew he was not as good as Haschwalth, he considered himself to have the most solid fundamentals in the entire Sternritter.

If you were to compare him to a wooden bucket, he would be the kind without any obvious weaknesses.

How dare they say they can restrain him? That's an insult to his tireless cultivation day and night!

Swish!

Cheruzee, wielding a rapier, thrust it forward.

Mo Si, though arriving late, reached the target first, raising his left hand to grab the sword with even greater speed.

“Hmph…” Kiruge’s lips curled up.

The Quincy's weapon is a bow and arrow. This rapier looks like a sword, but it is also a bow and arrow. As long as he unfolds the bow at the hilt, he can fire the Holy Annihilation Arrow.

Watch out, you bitch!

Hey~

Suddenly, the sword flew out of Cheruge's hand.

"What?" Kiruje looked completely bewildered.

Mo Si laughed and said, "You're probably wondering why you let go of the sword hilt."

Kiruge looked down at his right hand. Although he was wearing gloves, he could feel a numbness in the web of his right hand: "Could it be... vibration?"

Mo Si laughed and said, "That's right! The vibration made your hands unsteady, and unsteady hands can't grasp anything."

Kiruja looked utterly astonished: "Can your hand really produce hundreds or thousands of vibrations in a short period of time? Impossible! That's beyond the limits of the human body! It's impossible to do without props."

Mo Si crushed the rapier into a lump of iron, tossed it aside, and laughed, "My body is well-trained; nothing is impossible for me."

Moreover, her body is not a human body, but its structure is very similar to that of a human body.

“In that case…” Kiruge immediately took off his right glove, revealing a second glove.

Boom!

With a chime of bells, blue spiritual pressure surged forth.

When Cheruze entered the Holy Body, a blue five-pointed halo appeared above his head, and a pair of blue spiritual wings grew from his back.

Unlike Litoto's serrated wings, Cheruj's wings are more like feathers.

"God's justice!"

Cheruder uttered the name of the Holy Sacrament, and at the same time raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed at the rapier that had been crushed into a lump of iron.

The iron lump seemed to come alive, automatically flying back into Cherugger's hand and transforming back into a rapier with a pop.

The rapier was created using the Quincy Cross pendant. As long as the Quincy Cross pendant remains intact, the other parts can be repaired by reconstructing spiritual particles.

"Oh, that's really convenient." Mo Si suddenly remembered that he also had a Quincy Cross pendant, wondering if it could be turned into a weapon.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Just then, Cheruge pointed his sword at Moss, abandoning close combat and instead using the Holy Arrow to fire three arrows in succession.

Moss dodged the arrow and muttered, "It looks like a melee sword, but it's a ranged weapon. It looks familiar... Oh right, it's KaiserGreymon."

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The Holy Arrow landed elsewhere in the prison, exploded, and shattered the prison walls.

Mo Si ignored the shattered walls, and her shirt and white coat burst open at the same time, revealing eight snow-white wings.

"Huh?!" Kiruje was startled by what he saw.

Mo Si flew close to Jilujie and laughed, "You don't have as many wings as I do."

"..." Kiruje was speechless.

Are you crazy? As long as you have enough wings, does the quantity matter?

With a flap of his wings, Cheruger increased the distance between himself and Moss, while simultaneously firing Holy Annihilation Arrows in quick succession, but none of them hit Moss.

All missed.

Swish!

Mo Si suddenly accelerated, arriving behind Jilujie, and kicked out, hitting him in the lower back and knocking him to the ground with a loud thud, creating a large human-shaped crater.

"Actually, catching up with you isn't difficult." Mo Si landed gracefully.

Cheruger shakily got to his feet and burst into laughter.

Mo Si asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Kiruja laughed and said, "Where did you think I was shooting arrows just now?"

Looking around, he saw that the arrows he had shot earlier were now scattered around, forming a spiritual prison around the area where the two of them were.

Just then, the Spirit Prison shrank inward, and Cheruze retreated.

The moment his body made contact with the spirit prison, it was as if he had passed through a phantom.

While this cage is impregnable for Shinigami and Hollows, it cannot bind those who possess the power of the Quincy.

Cheruger leaped out of the cage and laughed loudly, "His Majesty bestowed upon me the sacred word 'j,' which means prison. This place is now a prison from which you can never escape!"

He shook his head and said, "No, His Majesty will interrogate you tomorrow, and you can only stay here for the twelve hours before that."

Then he changed the subject again: "But since they tried to escape, they should be punished."

As he spoke, he controlled the spirit prison to shrink further and further until it became so small that Mo Si could reach both sides with his arms outstretched.

But it's still shrinking!

Kiruja chuckled, "No matter how many wings you have, you can't escape my prison. By the way, isn't your body quite flexible? Let me see..."

Before he could finish speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The spirit prison suddenly melted like ice in the face of fire, and the eight-winged angel trapped inside also changed its appearance.

Its eight wings changed from white to black, its clothes became leather, and it wore a mask with three holes on its head.

The Soul of the Fallen Hell Beast!

The Gluttony ability absorbed spiritual particles, and without spiritual particles as a carrier, the Prison ability became ineffective.

"This is the law of victory."

Mo Si gripped the two muskets of the Fallen Hell Beast with both hands. Each musket had two muzzles, for a total of four muzzles, and he repeatedly pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang—!

Bullets poured out.

Although they were two muskets, they fired like Gatling guns. However, despite the dense firepower, Moss had deliberately reduced the power of the bullets.

Kirujee neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used his defensive skill—the Bloodstained Armor—which made the bullets sound like they were hitting a steel plate.

"Oh?" Mo Si was slightly taken aback, but secretly chuckled to himself.

Seeing the change in Moss's expression, Cheluger laughed smugly: "I didn't expect you could actually break through my ability. But I, Cheluger, don't just rely on my Holy Script ability to establish myself in the Empire. I also have these fundamental abilities honed through countless trials!"

Just as he was feeling smug, a beam of light struck him.

"arrow?"

Kiruja let out a cold laugh.

Since nothing can penetrate my Bloodstained Armor anyway, neither bullets nor arrows matter.

However, the moment the light arrow made contact with him, it suddenly turned into a blob of white matter, engulfing his body like a slime.

"What!?" Kiruge tried to escape, but it was too late.

The white substance expanded into a giant eggshell, completely sealing Cheruj inside.

Eggmon's Arrow!

Mo Si's left hand had somehow drawn a large bow, from which the Egg Beast's arrow was fired: "May you be forever lost in another dimension."

Just then, a cheerful, youthful voice rang out: "Kiruge in prison, trapped in prison, how ironic."

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a blond, red-eyed boy wearing a hooded shirt, his hands in his pockets, and a beaming smile.

Gremy!

Claiming to be the strongest of the Sternritter, his ability is imagination.

Mo Si asked, "What are you doing here? You should be locked up."

Greymane was slightly taken aback: "He's clearly not a Quincy, yet he knows about this..."

Then he smiled again: "Although His Majesty imprisoned me in a special cage, it's not difficult to get out of there. I stayed there because I am loyal to His Majesty."

Mo Si laughed and said, "So you've come out now, does that mean you've betrayed us?"

"Do not."

Gremy said, "It's just that your fighting disturbed my rest. That guy, Cherujer, is really useless. He can't even handle a prisoner escapee."

Moss reminded him, "You're an escapee too."

Gremy shook his head and whispered, "No, no, no, I'm not like you. After I deal with you, I'll go back on my own."

"With your meager, lowly imagination?" Mo Si laughed.

Gremy's ability is to make imagined things real, which seems to have unlimited potential, but in reality, it has all sorts of limitations.

You must not be distracted, you must not be afraid, and you need to pay attention to details.

Imagination is limited to the level of cognition, and it cannot manifest things that transcend cognition.

In the original story, he imagined himself possessing power surpassing that of Kenpachi Zaraki, but he couldn't imagine the body that could support that power, so his body collapsed and he died.

"..."

Gremy was extremely confident in his abilities, and when he heard Moss's mockery, he was immediately annoyed and narrowed his eyes.

Although he was still smiling, his demeanor became extremely dangerous.

How dare you insult my imagination, you bitch!

Gremy stared at Moss and said coldly, "You will soon experience the power of imagination. I can kill you without lifting a finger!"

Mo Si chuckled softly.

Grey squinted and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Mo Si shook his head and said, "The lowly people living in the prison don't know the dangers of the world. Do you know that this space is already filled with poisonous fog? You've been poisoned."

Gremy sneered, "Do you think I'd believe you?"

Mo Si smiled and said, "You don't have to believe me, you just need to believe the facts."

Without waiting for Gremy's response, he immediately explained, "This poison is called 'Clearing Powder.' It has no smell, no color, and no antidote. Only by staying conscious can one survive it; otherwise, even Yhwach would die if he closed his eyes."

The Demon King's Whisper~

“In that case, all I need to do is stay awake,” Gremy said with a disdainful laugh. Staying awake was a piece of cake for him.

Mo Si smiled and continued the Demon King's whisper: "However, I also added another poison—the Half-Step Smile Poison, which is also colorless and odorless. As long as you smile and take half a step, you will die from the poison. Oh, you have already smiled. You are such a cheerful boy."

"!"

Gremy immediately dropped his favorite expression, his smile, and said, "Hmph, I can kill you without moving."

Mo Si then used the Demon King's Whisper: "But I have a third poison—Family Gratitude Powder, which is colorless and odorless. After being poisoned, one will first become spirited and full of confidence, just like you. However, you are very confident, so this is not obvious in you."

Grey narrowed his eyes.

Why are they all colorless and odorless poisons?

Where did all these colorless and odorless poisons come from?

Mo Si waved her hand and continued, "It's okay, because the next symptom is that your whole body is smoking. First, there's a wisp, then two wisps, and then more and more, just like you."

Gremy looked down and saw that smoke was indeed starting to rise from his body.

Mo Si continued, "Then they started gesturing wildly, yes, just like you."

"—!" Gremy's pupils dilated, and his hands felt like they were cramping, so he started making some strange movements.

Do not!

Gremi quickly looked at his legs. If he took another step, it would trigger the effect of the "Smiling Half-Step Madness," so he absolutely could not move!

He quickly used his imagination to solidify his legs.

Mo Si said, "There's one more thing."

Gremy's eye twitched.

Is there a fourth type of poison?

Could it be another colorless and odorless poison?

Mo Si said, "Actually, the three poisons I just mentioned were all lies to you. They don't exist at all, and you weren't poisoned."

Upon hearing this, Graymi's smoke vanished, and he no longer felt the urge to dance around; all that remained was a raging inferno: "You tricked me!"

asshole!

I will tear you into pieces!

Just then, Mo Si suddenly said with an innocent look, "When did you start to think I was playing you?"

Gregory was slightly taken aback.

Was that just a hallucination?

Mo Si clapped his hands, then suddenly realized, "Did you just have the hallucination that 'I told you the poison was a lie'? That's the next symptom."

The Demon King's Whisper~

The Demon King's Whisper~

The Demon King's Whisper~

"!"

Gremy's eyes widened, and smoke began to rise from his body again.

In fact, whether it's the "Closing the Battle," "Half-Step Smile," or "Family Thanksgiving," they are all phenomena created by Gremi's imagination under Mo Si's verbal guidance.

Mo Si chuckled lightly, "Imagination is a lie, can you tell the difference?"

The Demon King's Whisper~

"..." Gremy clutched his head in anguish.

Can't tell the difference!

I can't tell the difference!