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

The Dark Assassin, with his keen senses, sensed Moss's presence the same moment Moss saw him. Without a word, he summoned a boomerang and threw it toward Moss's location.

The boomerang has three sharp blades, and when it spins at high speed, it is like a circular saw, unstoppable!

Ding!

Suddenly, the boomerang stopped spinning and moving forward.

It was because a hand had grabbed one of the sharp blades; that hand was wearing a white glove, and it was Moss's left hand.

Compared to the ungloved right hand, the gloved left hand offers slightly better protection.

"!"

The assassin was dumbfounded; the boomerang had actually caught it with his bare hands!

This is ten times more impressive than catching a blade bare-handed!

The Dark Assassin's surprise lasted only a moment. Lacking rich emotions, he also felt no fear. Even though he sensed the opponent's strength, he still raised his hand and made a grasping motion, aiming at the boomerang.

Buzz!

Mo Si felt the boomerang in his hand trembling, clearly being controlled remotely by the dark assassin in front of him. All dark assassins have the ability to control their weapons remotely.

But how could she let the other party succeed?

With a flick of his right hand, he removed the pink ribbon tied to his arm.

The ribbon is modeled after the shawls worn by immortals in myths and legends, and it is inscribed with a string of digital characters, giving it a mysterious and profound feel. The ribbon is also made of a very strong and durable material.

Pink ribbons coiled around the boomerang like pythons, layer upon layer, wrapping it up like a dumpling. The heavenly purple light condensed on its surface further isolated the dark assassin from the boomerang.

"?!" The Dark Assassin was startled again.

Although he knew he was no match for Mo Si, he still lunged at him, seemingly trying to snatch the weapon back.

Mo Si took a half step back, turned her body and launched a spinning kick. Her long right leg lashed out like a white python, as fast as a whip, and the hard heel of her high heel slammed into the face of the dark assassin.

Bang!

The devastating damage sent the Dark Assassin flying into a puff of black smoke, vanishing without a trace.

"How did he die?" Just then, a little girl's voice came from the side.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw it was Xiaoyu.

Mo Si subconsciously said, "Xiao Yu, what brings you here..."

Xiaoyu said, "Let's take the stairs."

Indeed, with the rabbit charm's ability to climb stairs, it's as fast as lightning.

Mo thought about this and sighed inwardly, thinking that Xiaoyu was too proactive.

Xiaoyu asked, "Who is that strange guy?"

“The Dark Assassin, he’s escaped,” Moss said.

When the Dark Assassin is hit hard, it turns into black smoke and disappears; this is a "recycling" mechanism set up by the Blade Dragon.

It must be said that this mechanism is quite humane.

There's no need to fear that your subordinates will never return, nor to fear that you might accidentally kill them while disciplining them...

"Dark Assassins? Are they the Holy Lord's henchmen?" Xiaoyu asked.

"No, he comes from another force."

Mo Si wanted to find the Blade Dragon, but the Dark Assassin wouldn't take her there. That's why she used her ribbons to entangle the Dark Assassin's boomerang weapon, which would help her find the Blade Dragon.

All you need to do is add a tracking spell.

Although she can't track spells, her father can.

Mo Si looked at Xiao Yu and smiled, "Let's go, Xiao Yu, let's go catch the Dark Assassin."

"Yay!" Xiaoyu is a girl who likes excitement.

She loved Moose Park, and even more so things with eccentric personalities, especially those related to magic.

……

On the other side, in a desolate mountain area, there is an old house.

In what should have been a dark, uninhabited house, a purple light emanated from a pot. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pot containing a fluorescent purple liquid, much like the pots witches used to brew potions in various stories.

This pot also has an owner, but not a witch, but the most powerful dark magic wizard in the world today.

White hair, heterochromatic eyes, black clothes, slender waist.

This is an old man named Daolong.

As a black magic wizard, Daolong's body is filled with black magic, forming a black magic space.

He can use this black energy to cast spells and create dark assassins, who can also actively or passively return to the black energy space within his body.

"Ok?"

Daolong sensed the return of a dark assassin.

"arts!"

Daolong waved his staff, summoning the Dark Assassin who had just returned.

The dark assassin known as "Wen" had nothing in his hands.

Dao Long said with a stern face, "I told you to collect the talismans, but you came back like this. Were you killed?... Tell me who it was!"

The Dark Assassin cannot speak and cannot explain who killed him.

Daolong knew, of course, that the Dark Assassin couldn't speak. He wasn't asking the Dark Assassin, but rather the pot in front of him—the alchemy pot, where the purple liquid gradually revealed the scene the Dark Assassin had seen earlier.

An angel, a beautiful female angel.

Dao Long frowned: "Why does this angel have a black aura about it?"

An angel should be righteous, so how could there be black energy?

Moreover, the appearance of a righteous aura of angelic size should be able to create a vacancy of demonic level on the side of darkness.

Dao Long stroked his chin, pondering, "But I didn't sense any void, except for that time more than twenty years ago... Wait, could the black aura on her body be the void that appeared more than twenty years ago?"

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems!

This angel not only had his cake and eat it too, but also eyed what was in the pot, taking away the space that the black mist had vacated.

That's my spot!

mine!

Dao Long was agitated, and just then, he sensed the return of a dark assassin.

"sweet!"

Daolong suppressed his anger and summoned the returning Dark Assassin.

The dark assassin named "Gan" appeared and showed an octagonal stone in his palm with tiger-shaped markings in the shape of a tai chi symbol.

"Tiger spell!"

Dao Long was pleasantly surprised. He took the Tiger Talisman and examined it closely, exclaiming, "Ah, the power of balance! It allows me to achieve inner peace."

For a cultivator, inner peace is the best state of cultivation.

At least you don't have to worry about side effects like operational errors or going into a state of demonic possession.

However, Daolong was not satisfied with the talisman existing only as an external object; he wanted to absorb the magic power of the talisman into his body so that he could use it more effectively.

So he put the Tiger Talisman aside and went to the alchemy cauldron, placed his hands on the water, and chanted a magic spell.

After the incantation was finished, a dark purple light appeared on his hands.

He withdrew his hands, and a mouthpart appeared in each of his palms, filled with sharp teeth.

great!

Dao Long's lips curled slightly as he turned to look at the Tiger Talisman.

He stepped forward, held the tiger talisman with both hands, and continued chanting the incantation.

As the incantation was chanted, the Tiger Talisman emitted a faint blue light.

The blue light floated into the air, and upon closer inspection, one could vaguely see an energy body shaped like a fierce tiger, which symbolized the magic of the Tiger Talisman. Under the incantation of the Blade Dragon, it broke free from the Tiger Talisman and flew towards the Blade Dragon.

Daolong beamed with joy, spreading his arms to receive the magic: "Ah, the power of balance is about to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a white figure knocked him away.

"Belong to me!"

The magic of the Tiger Talisman flew into the white figure's body.

She had long blonde hair reaching her waist, snow-white skin, and wore an iron mask that covered most of her face. She was dressed in a white, single-leg, see-through bodysuit that revealed her graceful figure.

She had two leather belts around her waist, two leather belts on her right leg, a sacred ring on her left ankle, and wore a pair of high heels. She also had eight angel wings on her back...

Purity and allure coexist, restraint and liberation are intertwined, innocence and desire are one.

Like a saint being tortured, a fallen angel—

Moss Angewomon!