Chapter 523 - Imprisoned

In a base camp at the sixth battlefront, a scout handed an Archangel a report from the angel headquarters.

The contents of the report enraged the Archangel. Someone had killed an angel and stolen their chariot!

“Demons—it has to be the demons! Those despicable demons! How dare they kill an angel and steal our chariot? Those bastards! If we ever cross paths, I’ll make sure they die a horrible death!”

The Archangel sent out an order for his subordinates to report any chariots that entered their jurisdiction. A mere half a day after this command was issued, a light attribute beastfolk reported seeing a passing chariot.

“That damned demon!” The Archangel stood up in anger. “How dare it come into my territory? It dies here!”

With that conviction in mind, he led an army of angels and light attribute life forms in capturing the suspect.

Meanwhile, Han Wu, having soared over various battlefronts in his chariot, was hovering just above the sixth battlefront.

According to the map, this was where Night Terror’s army was stationed. He was pondering how to find Night Terror when he felt a presence filled with dazzling light approaching.

That presence was too quick for him to avoid, so he immediately readied for battle. If they saw through his fake persona, angels and demons would view him as an enemy, and he would have no choice but to fight. He had to prepare himself for the possibility of this worst-case scenario.

Soon, troops from the angel faction caught up to the chariot.

The Archangel flared his four wings as he glared at Han Wu’s chariot. This chariot was the same one from the report.

“Surround that chariot!”

The harpies and the other flying light life forms encircled the chariot. As Han Wu took in their numbers, he realized it would be difficult for him to win. So, he hastily thought up another plan.

“You, demon hiding within the chariot,” the Archangel barked. “Get out!”

The other light life forms aimed their weapons at the chariot.

Han Wu had no choice but to step out.

Standing outside with the skull of a demon in his hands, he released the full might of his Light Energy in an attempt to substantiate his identity.

“Wait, don’t attack me! I’m an ally.” Han Wu raised his arms in surrender, skull still in his grasp.

The Archangel was baffled when he sensed the Light Energy radiating from Han Wu. He didn’t know there was a demon with the light attribute.

“I encountered this demon in the flying chariot. It tried to kill me, but fortunately, it was heavily injured, and I managed to kill it instead.”

This wasn’t enough to persuade the Archangel, but it was enough for the other light life forms to lower their weapons and guard against him. The doctrines of the Angel Civilization biased them toward Light Energy. In their eyes, any life form with the light attribute couldn’t possibly be evil.

Though suspicious, Han Wu undoubtedly had the light attribute, so the Archangel refrained from casting immediate judgment. If he did, it would leave a bad impression on the other light life forms around him.

“Friend, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but we need to investigate this further just in case. I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble you until the report is out.”

The Archangel motioned for two angels to bind Han Wu with cuffs that could seal all energy.

Though frustrated, Han Wu knew this wasn’t the time to lash out. So, suppressing his anger, he replied, “That’s only natural. I’m sure my lord Archangel will appeal for my innocence.”

Most of the light life forms around them had already concluded that Han Wu was standing on their side and was simply someone powerful who had killed a demon spy.

The two angels arresting Han Wu escorted him to a prison filled with various life forms. Some were demons, but most were innocent life forms with the dark attribute.

Han Wu was locked in an isolated cell. Glancing at his bed, he noticed that it was clean and soft. The other cells didn’t even have a bed, much less a blanket, and almost all the other inmates were forced to sleep on hay.

This preferential treatment naturally drew the ire of the other inmates.

“Why does he get his own cell while we have to squeeze in a large one?” one of the inmates shouted at the warden.

The warden slapped that inmate in return. “You talk too much! The higher-ups specifically instructed us to treat him well. You have no right to insult him. The lord Archangel himself could set him free in a couple of days. Do you understand?”

The inmate nodded and hid out of fear of being slapped again. This satisfied the warden. He loved subduing the inmates in this manner.

Turning to Han Wu, the warden assured him. “I’ve heard of your valor. I’m sure the light will shine bright on you and your future.”

Han Wu nodded wordlessly, and the warden left soon after.

Night eventually fell.

The warden came back with a wooden pail filled with diluted rice congee. This was the dinner of the other inmates.

Only Han Wu’s was different—an entire mealbox filled with delicious food.

The fragrant aroma drifted around the prison.

When the inmates caught the scent, they abruptly lost their appetite. Nevertheless, they dared not complain until the warden left. Only after his departure did they greedily take in the smell of Han Wu’s dinner.

Aware of their intentions, Han Wu slowed his eating pace. It didn’t take long before one of the inmates called out to him.

“Hey, new guy, give me some of your meal.”