"Ouch! Ouch!" Amidst Attie's screams, Baiyi's right hand, which was poking her cheek, suddenly felt lighter. When he looked down, he saw that his right hand had been severed. It was as if it had been severed by an invisible blade, and before he could even react, it fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Attie's expression was no longer the pitiful one she had when Baiyi had bullied her. Instead, it was cold and haughty, and she glared at Baiyi.
When Baiyi turned his head, he saw that the room, which had been filled with people, was no longer filled with people. Now, only the two of them were left in the room.
"Yo! It's been a while," Baiyi said awkwardly. Baiyi replied awkwardly as he bent down to pick up his severed arm. He did not rush to put it back on his body. Instead, he asked tentatively, "Are they okay?"
The War God, who had silently descended into Attie's body, did not seem interested in answering Baiyi's question. He merely glanced at Baiyi and asked, "You met an angel?"
"She calls herself Noirciel. She's the Fourth Angel of the Divine Realm, the Archangel of the God of Time. Do you know her?" Baiyi asked.
The War God did not answer. Instead, he asked, "What happened to you?"
Baiyi briefly described what had happened to him, and then he asked, "So, what in the world is going on?"
The War God shook his head. "I don't know."
"Huh?"
"Time is Tylemus's domain. I have no right to interfere," the War God explained. "What about the armor that allowed you to travel back in time?"
"I don't know." Baiyi shrugged. "I came back in Kitty Plushie's body. So, what do I do now? How do I get Mia back? "
"Wait." The War God gave a puzzling answer.
"Wait?" Baiyi was taken aback. Don't tell me that I'll have to wait for Mia to return to me after six thousand years? Even if she survives that long, will she still be my adorable little girl? Will she still be able to look cute and petite? ' 'Isn't this a little too much? Being a loli in 495 years is already a little too much! '
The God of War obviously did not know what was going on in his mind. He continued to answer seriously, "Wait and recall." As he said that, he put away his cold and aloof expression and gave Baiyi a look that said, 'That's all I can say.'
There seemed to be something fishy going on here? Baiyi's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Then, Mia should be safe now, right?"
The War God shook her head again. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly looked out the window as though she was in a daze.
This was not how a god should behave. Baiyi felt that something was not right, and just as he was about to ask the War God, the War God turned around and said in a more urgent tone, "Let's not waste any more time."
"Wait!" Baiyi realized that the man was about to run, so he quickly asked, "Who's Nehemiah?"
The War God's body trembled visibly as he replied coldly, "I don't know." The God of War slumped to the ground, and it looked like he had run away. Baiyi's severed arm miraculously returned to its original shape.
"Tsk, this guy is acting a little out of character, isn't he?" Baiyi picked up the Kitty Cat Maid in his arms and thought back to his first encounter with the War God. The War God was like a completely different person. After all, the War God was a chatterbox when he left messages, a Messenger who defended him when he descended, and a patient man who explained the dangers of angels summoning to others. Why was the War God acting like a god this time?
'Is it because I've met an angel?' Baiyi speculated, but the War God was not going to give him an answer. Judging from the War God's distressed expression, something else must have happened.
Meanwhile, the other Voidwalkers were sitting in a garden in Da Xue, discussing something. When the War God arrived, he teleported the Voidwalkers away, and by the time they realized what had happened, they had landed in a nearby garden, scaring the two young girls who had been flirting with each other.
And so, the group sat there and began to discuss the topic of the War God. The Archmage even lamented, "The power of a god is truly hard to fathom with common sense. I'm afraid the situation we're about to face won't be as smooth as it seems."
"Let's get past the angels first," the Cleric Walker mumbled. He was usually not afraid of embarrassing himself, but when it came to angels, his voice was much softer than usual. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he turned his gaze towards a direction far away from the Cleric Walker.
The direction the War God and the Cleric Walker were looking in was the direction of the Holy City of Canningham.
At this moment, the Holy City of Canningham didn't seem much different from usual. The believers were still praying softly and the workers were still working hard. In a secret church that had been sealed for more than a thousand years and had only been reopened in recent months, some young men and women dressed in robes were still muttering softly.
Their robes were even more luxurious than the Pope's, and they were adorned with expensive jewels. However, the designer's meticulous design did not make them look vulgar; instead, they gave off a sense of nobility and elegance. Every single one of them was handsome, and every single one of them was beautiful.
They were young believers that the Church had recruited from all over the world. Some of them were just ordinary devout believers, some were choir apprentices, and some were saintess candidates. When they were told that they had the chance to become angels' vessels, they left their families and curled up in the church known as the Advent Hall. Every day, they gathered in a circle around a magic circle and chanted some strange prayers.
This situation had been going on for two months. Repeating this boring routine every day did not make these young people feel the slightest bit impatient. On the contrary, their faces were filled with longing and excitement, waiting for luck to befall them.
Behind the curtain of the Hall of Descent, there was a small room covered by a thick curtain. It looked like a confessional, but it was crowded with the current Pope, the Chief Judge, and the High Priest — the three rulers of the Church.
"Are you sure your judgment is correct?" The Pope asked the Great Priest, who was very young.
The Great Priest looked very old, as if he would die the next second. His position used to be very honorable, but it did not have much real power. However, ever since the Angel Summoning Project began, the entire summoning process was handled by the Great Priest's team. Naturally, his status rose, and even the Pope had to treat him with respect.
"It's correct. It's absolutely correct," the old Great Priest replied, his voice trembling. The elderly High Priest replied with a trembling voice. Compared to the calm expressions of the Pope and the Chief Judge, he seemed to be very agitated.
"But it's too early," the Chief Judge said in a low voice. "The angels will only descend for three days, and the entire project will not be completed in that time. If there's only one angel, it will be difficult to pose a threat to that demon."
"Those mages and the fence-sitters should be thrown into the Black Dungeon for trial," the Pope said coldly. "But I believe that when an angel descends, they will change their minds. Those fence-sitters should be able to see the situation clearly."
Just as the conversation between the two was about to turn into blasphemy, there was a sudden change in the group of youths. A beautiful girl with snow-white hair suddenly emitted a strong light. She stopped praying and looked up at the sky. Her expression was like that of Akiyama's. She shouted at the ceiling, which was full of painted angels, "Yes! I do! Lady Noirciel! "
As soon as she finished speaking, her entire body was enveloped in a strong light, blinding the eyes of the onlookers. When they regained their vision, they saw a girl radiating a gentle light. Her snow-white feet were bare, and she floated in the air. Her entire body exuded a holy and noble aura.
Her identity was self-evident. The boys and girls around her all prostrated at her feet and shouted, "Your Excellency Angel!" Even the Grand Priest who was hiding in the small dark room rushed out and prostrated himself beside her.
The angel who occupied the silver-haired girl looked at the people at her feet indifferently. She tore a piece of cloth from her luxurious robe and covered her eyes with it. Then, with a cold and clear voice, she said, "I am Noirciel, a sinner. I come under the will of my Lord, Tyram." As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of wings made of light appeared behind her.
However, the wings were not a symmetrical pair. Instead, there was only one half on the right side.
The Pope, who was still calm, quickly realized that there was a shackle around her slender neck. A small chain was attached to the shackle, and it hung over the girl's plain chest.
The Pope instantly understood what she meant by 'sinner'. The first angel who answered the summons was actually a sinner of the Divine Realm?
Apart from the Pope, there were also some believers who noticed the shackles on her neck. They were curious, but did not dare to ask. Unexpectedly, the Angel took the initiative to speak frankly: "I have committed a sin for using the power of my Lord, and I have come here to atone for my sins."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
