CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 39: DIVINE PUNISHMENT, UNLOCKING THE SHACKLES OF WISDOM (PART 2)

Under the immense pressure accumulated over time by this Angel Leader, all angels strictly adhered to the events of that year and buried the Mother.

And.

Because the Mother was resurrected and mysteriously obtained the treasures of the gods, they did not dare to reveal themselves to the world thereafter.

They hid in this way, completely feigning death, secretly forming an Angel Race.

Until today.

He still couldn’t help but reminisce about that day, the feeling of seeing the Mother.

As long as he was near the Mother, his consciousness was more clear and pure than ever before.

It was as if a certain shackle was unlocked, completely coming to life again.

Just like the wisdom blessing from the God of Wisdom back then.

"Mother seems to have become very beautiful after resurrection."

He kept reminiscing over the years, the more he recalled, the more he inexplicably felt addicted, the curiosity in his heart couldn’t be stopped.

A strange voice urged him:

’That is the most beautiful thing in the world.’

’It is the greatest pursuit of our Butterfly Race.’

’Look once more, see again this world’s most beautiful...’

’Haven’t I always longed to become a great angel? Lacking wisdom has prevented me from devising a new knot evolution method, from taking that step. Now, just take a glance, and sufficient wisdom will be attained...’

In an impulsive, fateful moment, he couldn’t resist gently opening a small crack in the coffin in front of the grave.

"Just a little is enough."

He opened a small crack and was completely captivated.

Consciousness was turning, the whole world became clear, various thoughts were colliding rapidly, countless inspirations were exploding!

Comfortable.

This feeling was too comfortable.

He didn’t know whether it was days, or how long it had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had taken that step, completed the metamorphosis, transformed from a little angel into a handsome humanoid great angel.

"I, Raphael, will be the third great angel of the Angel Race!"

When he returned to the Burrow Tribe, extremely excited, he saw the little insects of the tribe, those naive and clear eyes were gone.

These insects had become scholars one by one.

A scholar caterpillar was holding a transparent magnifying glass ground from resin, researching the structure of microscopic cells.

"The multi-layered structure of cells, can our threads be refined further to penetrate into cells?"

"The cocooning of life, can it be transformed into multiple infinite models?"

Another scholar caterpillar was directly wearing a monocle, observing the biological flesh in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Raphael shouted in horror.

Other angels also became mysterious, as if they were studying some entirely new life form, morphing from a sphere into something twisted.

"What happened?" Raphael grabbed a tribesman.

"Don’t disturb me from understanding this world, I am in pursuit of a higher beauty." That tribesman sat in the corner, pretending to be a flower, looked at him coldly.

"Finished, finished." At this point, Raphael was already thinking of closing the coffin’s crevice.

But he was blocked.

Several angels sighed forlornly: "You’ve gone mad, the divine wisdom is spreading the doctrine of beauty to us, and yet you stop us from pursuing beauty."

"You are getting in touch with something terrifying." Raphael shouted loudly.

"No, we are learning knowledge, we are getting close to the truth." Childhood companion Jilupa walked out of the room, with a look of fanaticism.

That kind of longing, fanatical gaze made Raphael shiver.

He suddenly remembered the records in history, where the Prophet taught the Butterfly Race to understand plants, pointing to a plant and telling them:

Drugs, will be addictive.

He released some sort of terrible drug, all life near the Mother’s coffin were changing rapidly.

Wisdom, can spread.

They were sleepless, their eyes shining brightly!

That was the desire for knowledge.

Endless... desire for knowledge.

They saw the most beautiful thing in the world: knowledge.

Knowledge is simply too beautiful, it is the most beautiful thing in all heaven and earth.

They are exploring some incomprehensible mysterious matters.

Several angels surrounded him:

"Why reject knowledge?"

"If you do not like such beauty, then do you like this kind of beauty?"

"How about this?"

Raphael shook his head again and again, until he saw a project studying angels to increase wings, which pierced his heart:

So beautiful.

This project of increasing wings, I really want to study it.

Just study it a bit, just a bit...

Gradually, his eyes also became dazed, and his wings began to gradually turn black.

...

Crack.

When Insect Seventy-seven awoke from slumber, pushed open the coffin, and walked out of the underground tribe.

She saw the distant smell of sulfur, gunpowder, rocks, mine carts, and even some mechanical creations.

Moreover, she saw them weaving a giant heart with silk threads, stuffing it into a power furnace, and calling it the Demon Heart Power Furnace.

Madness.

This world has gone mad!

She could not help but sigh: "Great God of Wisdom, wise God of Longevity, I am so sorry, the uncontrollable infection has started after all."

A terrifying catastrophe is spreading outward.

Wisdom is spreading.

And this wisdom is continuously spreading outward with the entire underground cave as the center.

The Burrow Angels Tribe has already developed to the Steam Iron Age.

Moreover, this batch of Fallen Angels has constructed the extraordinary life creation technology powered by the Demon Heart.

The tribe in the east has started to explore the possibility of Martial Arts Body Cultivation.

The tribe in the south began researching astronomy, a group of butterflies researching the possible existence forms of celestial bodies.

This world has been infected by some incredible virus.

In the sky, the stars shine brightly.

On the ground, the butterflies aspire to stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars.

"High Wisdom, will spread."

"All lives are becoming the legendary Pseudo-Saints."

"A genius will lead the ordinary children to change the era, singing with all their might."

"And a group of geniuses? When the whole world has no ordinary people, only madmen, what will our world, the future become?"

"I feel they will self-destruct..."

She felt fear, she recalled those innocent, romantic children, wanting to self-seal.

By this time, her child Raphael stepped out, full of longing:

"Mother, great Mother of Wisdom, the origin of all angels’ wisdom, please grant us more wisdom, more knowledge."

Insect Seventy-seven kept retreating: "You have fallen, fallen because of obsession."

"You will die, can’t you see, your consciousness has begun to go mad, you are becoming obsessive, you no longer are the kind and friendly you..."

But at some point.

She was already surrounded by black-winged angels with eyes ablaze, looking at her as if they saw the most beautiful thing in the world.

"If gaining the beauty of knowledge is to fall, then we are willing to fall."

"Mother, please become the king of us Fallen Angels."