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

The Holy Lord spent his own money to have the Black Hand Gang search the world for more than half a month before finally finding the Rat Talisman in an antique market.

The moment he gained the ability to move after embedding the rat talisman, he couldn't contain himself and hastily led the Shadow Legion into District 13.

He had hoped to have a thrilling, face-to-face duel with the angel.

Just like his battles with those mages thousands of years ago.

He absolutely loves dueling with mages!

For this reason, one might even neglect the management of one's own kingdom and ignore one's own son.

Governing a kingdom and disciplining one's son are not as fun as dueling.

The Holy Lord loved duels and assumed that this angel would also challenge him to a one-on-one duel, just like the magicians who had challenged him before.

But now...

Everything went against his expectations!

To everyone's surprise, this angel had no sense of honor as an angel and only relied on the rabbit charm to avoid battle.

Outrageous!

What kind of angel is this, who neither keeps their promises nor dares to engage in a direct confrontation!

"Continuing to pursue this will only lead to nothing, and you'll just be played for a fool."

The Holy Lord realized this and gradually began to consider retiring.

Let's try again another day...

But just then, Mo Si's voice came: "Come on, Holy Lord, as long as you catch up with me, all the power of the talisman will be yours, hehehehe~"

Contempt, sarcasm, seduction.

More wicked than the devil, a demon!

An unnamed rage surged within the Holy Lord, making him glare angrily. He immediately suppressed his intention to retreat, vigorously flapped his wings, and accelerated his approach to Mo Si.

As long as you come into contact with...

With just one touch, all the talismans will return!

Then I'll beat you to death, you angel, and I'll beat your teeth to death!

Mo Si's voice came again: "Too slow, too slow! You talk about an ancient demon, but your speed is no different from that of a small fish, hahaha~ You can't catch up with me at this speed. You might as well spit out the Rat Talisman and continue to be a stone statue."

"!"

Wow!

If you're so capable, then don't use the rabbit talisman!

The Holy Lord's eyes were bloodshot with rage, his fury compounded by a sudden, sharpened nerve. He flapped his wings frantically, firing lightning like a machine gun, vowing to capture this bitch angel.

Moss continued to use various linguistic tactics to provoke the Holy Lord's anger, thereby luring him to circle in the air and giving his father time to set up the magic.

An hour later, her mouth was parched.

While continuing to lead the Holy Lord in circles, he took out a phone from his chest and dialed Blake's number.

"Hey, Blake, are you guys ready over there?"

Mo Si didn't have a thousand layers of tricks up her sleeve; she had almost exhausted all the taunts she could think of. If this continued, she wouldn't know how to hold off the Holy Lord anymore.

“Mr. Daolong is not cooperating.” There was a sense of helplessness in Blake’s tone.

Mo Si could still faintly hear her father and Dao Long arguing over the phone, mainly her father's voice.

In the original animal story, after the talisman was shattered, its magic dispersed to the corresponding animals in various places, except for the dragon talisman, because there were no more dragons in the world.

In order to obtain the magic power of the Dragon Talisman, Daolong used magic to resurrect Shendu.

He truly created a completely new physical body for the Holy Lord, and the two agreed that after the matter was completed, the magic of the Dragon Talisman would belong to Daolong.

However, as everyone knows, the Holy Lord does not keep his promises.

After the deed was done, the Holy Lord did not give the Dragon Talisman magic power to Dao Long. In fact, he not only intercepted the Dragon Talisman magic power, but also stole two of Dao Long's talisman magic powers. This complete deception and betrayal made Dao Long resent the Holy Lord.

Therefore, under his father's coercion and enticement, Daolong uttered the incantation to seal the Holy Lord, clearly intending to take revenge on him.

But the situation is different now.

The current Daolong has no connection with the Holy Lord; the two have no enmity whatsoever.

Daolong himself is a stubborn person. Without any intention of revenge, he will not easily hand over the magic that seals the Holy Lord.

Thinking of this, Mo Si suggested, "Let's beat him up."

Blake hesitated and said, "Uh...this isn't a good idea."

First, he is an upright person and not the type to bully the elderly; second, Daolong is not in good health right now, and there is a possibility that someone might die in the fight.

Blake asked, "Isn't there any other way?"

Mo Si pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, let him recite the incantation, and in exchange, I can return the magic to him after it's done."

Angewomon could tell from Moss's tone that she had no intention of returning the magic.

Aside from the already deceived Lord and Valmont, no one else could have imagined that this beautiful, kind, pure, and holy angel would break her promise.

Although it's a bit undignified, Angewomon finds it acceptable since it's about dealing with bad guys.

On the other side, Daolong heard Blake's message and thought that although the angel had taken away his position, talisman, and magic, he was still an angel and should keep his word.

Magic power—that was magic power he had cultivated for decades.

Given his current physical condition, he can no longer cultivate for several decades.

We must get the magic back!

With this in mind, Daolong agreed to the exchange and uttered the incantation to seal the Holy Lord.

So the problem fell on my father.

At this point, Dad is only the Dad from the Talisman arc, and he is still far behind Dad from the Dad from the original Animal arc in many aspects. Even if he obtains the spell, it will still take a long time and manpower to set up the magic.

Mo Si asked, "Approximately how much time will it take?"

Blake said, "I'm not sure, it could take several hours."

Mo Si hung up the phone and looked at the time travel countdown on the panel—0.25 days, or six hours.

"...In short, let's continue to stall the Holy Lord."

Thinking of this, she turned around abruptly, drew her bow and nocked an arrow, and a beam of light shot out.

Holy Bow and Arrow!

The Holy Lord did not expect Mo Si to launch a counterattack, and the Holy Arrow grazed the wing of the giant eagle that the Holy Lord had transformed into.

"what!"

Screams echoed through the sky.

Although it was just a scratch, the sacred arrow was originally an arrow formed from lightning, and with the repulsion between righteous energy and dark energy, the damage caused by this scratch was magnified tenfold.

The Holy Lord was tormented by excruciating pain, his body stiffened, and he fell toward the ground.

Mo Si saw from afar that the Holy Lord's wounds had not healed and thought, "He hasn't obtained the Horse Talisman yet."

It seems they came for revenge as soon as they got the Rat Talisman; how impatient!

Although the Holy Lord did not have the Horse Talisman, he was indeed just a moving statue. A small injury did not affect his movement. After stabilizing himself in the air, he used the Monkey Talisman to transform himself into a falcon.

By transforming to cover the wounds, it regained its ability to fly and continued rushing towards Moss.

"That's it, keep chasing me, hahaha~"

Amidst Mo Si's laughter, a new chase ensued.

Here are white angels, occasionally firing stray arrows, each one a bolt of white lightning; there are yellow eagles, constantly shooting bolts of lightning, densely packed with golden sparks.

Time passed second by second, and Mo Si, with the power of the dog talisman, maintained his vitality at all times.

She can keep fighting like this.

A whole day, a whole month, or even longer!

On the contrary, the Holy Lord, although he was a statue resurrected by the Rat Talisman, was still tired from flying for a long time and emitting lightning, and had to rest every now and then.

Whenever the Lord needed to rest, Moss would use various methods to provoke him.

This wasn't just a perverse sense of humor; it was also out of concern that the Holy Lord would stop pursuing her once he calmed down.

An ancient demon that doesn't focus its attention on this angel will inevitably bring disaster to the earth.

Although Mo Si lacked a belief in justice, or rather, she couldn't firmly believe in it, a sense of justice still remained within her. She didn't want to see the Holy Lord committing evil deeds.

Therefore, we cannot allow the Holy Lord to calm down.

Be angry! Be even angrier!

With only 0.1 days left in the countdown to the transmigration, Mo Siming asked knowingly, "Holy Lord, is it already too late?"

The Holy Lord was furious.

With only 0.01 days left in the countdown to the crossing, Mo Si mocked again, "Oh dear, your stamina is too short."

The Holy Lord was even more furious.

What the hell are you...

My stamina has all turned into a dog charm, and that thing is on you!

She ran away and he chased her.

Jingle bell bell~

Just as the countdown to the time travel was down to 0.001 days, the phone finally rang.

"The magic is ready."

When Mo Si learned of this, he led the Holy Lord back to District Thirteen while feeling somewhat regretful.

With only a little over a minute left, it meant she wouldn't be able to gather the power of all twelve talismans.

"Even the heavens and earth are incomplete, so what does it matter if I can't collect all the talismans? I'll be content with seven talismans." Mo Si comforted himself, erasing the regret in his heart.

The moment she entered District 13, her figure vanished without a trace.

Crossing, start!

She came softly, just as softly she went.

With a wave of the ribbon, he took away only seven talismans.

In the instant of crossing, Mo Si vaguely sensed a feeling similar to "reluctance to leave," a feeling that came from the omnipresent righteous and dark energy, as if they were saying to come and visit often.

It feels so wonderful to be loved by the world!

"If I can, I will come," Mo Si thought.

……

The Holy Lord stormed into District Thirteen, transformed back into his dragon form, and scanned the surroundings with his red eyes, but could not find Mo Si anywhere. He angrily shouted, "Angel, where are you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, fear appeared on his face.

A group of sorcerers appeared before them, the leader of whom was dressed in a robe and took out two paper talismans.

He had seen this scene thousands of years ago.

"The monsters and ghosts leave quickly! The monsters and ghosts leave quickly!"

The old man led the agents from District 13, including the prisoners, in chanting a spell.

Even Afen, Zhou, Lasu, and Tru were in the crowd helping to chant the incantation. Looking at the appearance of the Holy Lord, they felt that this monster looked a lot like the statue in Valmont's office.

"no, do not want!"

The Holy Lord couldn't help but recall the fear of being sealed by Lope, and was so frightened that he couldn't move.

The next moment, his body twisted and spun, turning into a statue.

The rat talisman, the pig talisman, and the monkey talisman fell one after another next to the statue.

"Three more talismans." Xiaoyu walked forward with a smile and picked up the three talismans.

After the dust settled, a nurse pushed a wheelchair over from a distance.

Daolong, sitting in his wheelchair, said, "What about that angel? According to the agreement, she should return the magic to me."

Blake looked around and asked, "Has anyone seen an angel?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"This is an angel's phone."

Jackie Chan found Mo Si's lost phone, but as an external object, Mo Si couldn't take it with her.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if the angel had already left.

Hearing this, the Holy Lord, who had turned into a statue and was lying on the ground, roughly understood what had happened. When he learned that someone else had suffered the same misfortune as him, he felt no sympathy, but rather gloated.

"Hahaha, you actually believe her? She never keeps her promises! She's worse than the devil!"

what! ?

Dao Long was shocked and realized he had been deceived. His already pale face turned even whiter.

"Keep your words to yourselves, statue!"

Blake greatly admired Moss and rebuked the Holy Lord.

How could an angel who can help them infiltrate a mafia gang, help them fight crime, and even loves learning be a devil?

Holy Lord: "..."

Blake defended Moss, saying, "Looking at angels from a demon's perspective is like looking at demons from a human's perspective. The demon of demons is the angel, and that's what the statue means."

The Holy Lord corrected him, "That's not what I meant. That angel is a fraud!"

Blake looked troubled. The Holy Lord's strong argument had made the problem more complicated, so he had no choice but to have the Holy Lord's statue taken away to resolve the issue with the person who raised the question.

Then, he reassured Daolong, "We will inform you when the angel returns, sir. You don't look well, calm down."

calm?

Calm down my ass!

Daolong was so angry that his heart was racing.

Leaving aside the lost magic, just considering the blood loss, even with his advanced age, he hadn't fully recovered after spending more than half a month in the intensive care unit. Now, the sudden attack of anger and anxiety was adding insult to injury.

"Cough cough cough, ga..."

Dao Long coughed repeatedly, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Blake said to the nurse, "Take him to a ward."

The nurse nodded and pushed the wheelchair away.

Jackie Chan walked up to his father and asked, "Dad, what kind of person do you think Mo Si is?"

Judging from the reactions of the Holy Lord and Daolong, Moss's image is more complex than they had imagined.

Xiaoyu spoke first: "Sister Mosi is a good person."

The old man laughed and said, "Xiaoyu is right. Since she is hated by the demon, she must be a good person."

Jackie Chan smiled and thought to himself, "That makes sense."

Although she arrived mysteriously and left hastily, those she bullied were either ancient demons or dark wizards. She was truly the nemesis of darkness and evil, a real angel! A good angel.

I hope we can meet again in the future.