In the end, the other girls could only leave with reluctance.

Lilian Lo, who won for the time being, and Amiya rolled up the floor in the church hall with a blanket.

"I'll just sleep here, sleep with you, be by your side all the time."

Like a newlywed daughter-in-law, Lilian Rose spread her quilt beside the altar, knelt on it, and carefully arranged the corners of the floor, striving to be neat, as if she were arranging the nest of the newlyweds.

Her little feet, dressed only in white stockings, were still dangling, as if they were attracting Gallo to play with them.

It's a pity that Gallo doesn't have this kind of Yaxing at the moment, and he is afraid that when he makes love with Lilian Luo, he will say something excessive, and then be mistaken for a pervert like an alchemist.

He first bit Lilian Loe's hammerhead shark puppet in his mouth to prevent himself from talking, and then took the diary out of his sleeve to see what was behind.

As a result, I couldn't understand it at all, and it was full of ancient languages like heavenly books.

It seems that if you want to read a diary, you can only do it in a dream.

Lilian Lowe tidied up the bed, took the initiative to get into Garlo's arms, rubbed his face, put a pair of small arms around his neck, and said softly:

"Alright, let's sleep together..."

Gallo nodded, and then entered into a state of resonance with her, turning Lilian Ann Luo into a more palatable white-haired Lori.

Then he lay down on the altar and began his penitentiary confession before going to bed:

"Mia-sama, something is wrong with my body, and I may not be able to control myself..."

"It is also a sin to have no self-control, and I hope the Goddess will forgive me."

After that, he couldn't wait to activate his sleeping ability, returned to the white space, and quickly opened the diary in his hand.

He thought that he could enter that kind of audience mode again, after all, Victor was learning magic with angels at this time, and the contact between the two should be more frequent, right?

But no, the next page is just pure text content, and it's been half a month since the previous page...

The first line above reads:

"I already have a preliminary understanding of this magic technique, but I have accumulated a lot of questions..."

"Although my thoughts may be a little disrespectful, I really want to see Lord Gallo again, and ask him to clear my questions..."

"But Lord Gallo hasn't been back for half a month since he left last time, so he can't have forgotten about us, right?"

"No, no, no, how could I have such disrespectful thoughts!"

Then, he wrote a large paragraph similar to a review book, a book of repentance, anyway, in his diary of various confessions, accusing himself of slandering the angel, and asking for the angel's forgiveness in the air.

It wasn't until the end that he mentioned something else:

"Dumb is the most talented young man I have ever seen, although she humbly calls herself 'Dumb', she is definitely a super genius once in a century, no wonder she has the opportunity to contact the Eighth Order Divine Art at such a young age..."

"During the time I practiced magic with her, I received a lot of guidance and help from her, and I must find an opportunity to thank her when I go back."

"However, like me, she is looking forward to Lord Gallo's return soon..."

"Lord Gallo must have encountered some formidable enemy and trouble, right? May the light of our Lord bless Him! ”

This page of the diary ended here, most of the pages were devoted to writing a review, and there was not much substance recorded, and the eighth-order divine technique that Gallo was most interested in did not mention the details.

Before, he thought that he could understand or even learn a little bit of the eighth-order divine technique through the diary, but who knew that others didn't write it in the diary at all.

But when I think about it, it's normal, in that chaotic era, the magic of each sect was its own secret, and it wasn't as interconnected and widely spread as it is now.

What's more, this is still an important eighth-order divine skill, and even now it is a secret hole card of each family, let alone that era.

Of course, it is impossible to write such an important thing in a diary, who writes a diary in a serious person?

As for where the angel had gone, and why he hadn't come back in time, Gallo had some thoughts of his own.

Although there is no basis, I always feel that the goods must have really forgotten about this and gave these two believers to the pigeon...

This kind of thing, Gallo feels that the goods can really do it, right?

With disrespect and slander for the angels, Gallo turned the next page.

This time, he got his wish and entered the audience mode.

Victor had left the small building that had been warm and full of sunshine and had entered a wilderness.

He was dressed in a cloak, lined with heavy chain mail, and was marching with more than a hundred crusaders.

Gallo looked around and saw that he was surrounded by heavily armed crusaders, and not far away he could see a cavalry accompanying him, apparently heading to battle.

The angel floated silently in the air, his eyes as if looking into the distance, as if pondering some complex and profound question.

In order not to disturb His contemplation, the marching army below did not make a single superfluous sound, and everyone did their best to keep quiet.

Only Gallo knows what the guy is thinking...

"Silly is really a cute girl.,It's a white-haired beautiful girl who has a lot of appetite for me.,And that kind of natural cute character..."

"Still, she's too scared of me to get close to me..."

"Alas... Helpless, sometimes it's too dazzling, and it's also a pain..."

Gallo was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but slander in his heart:

Why do you think about this at such a time?

Seeing that the war is about to start, can you be a little more reliable?

Don't destroy your own personality anymore!

At that moment, a scout approached Victor on a fast horse and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gallo heard it very clearly, and the scout's report was that there were traces of cultists ahead, and they seemed to have no fear, and they were likely to have the protection of high-end beings such as the heirs of evil gods or angels of sin.

The archbishop, who commanded the whole army, was a little worried, but did not dare to report it to the angel for fear of disturbing his musings, so he threw the bad luck to Victor.

To outsiders, Victor was a disciple and student of the angel, close to Him, and should be able to speak well.

Only Victor secretly complained in his heart, since the last goodbye, he hadn't seen Master Gallo for a whole month, and he hadn't learned the eighth-order divine technique so far, what kind of student is this?

And what can be discovered by human beings, how can it be hidden from the eyes of angels? There's no need to report it, right?

But since it was the archbishop's request, he had no right to refuse, so he could only leave the queue with a hard head, go to kneel down by the roadside, and bow down to the angel in mid-air, and say:

"Lord Gallo, there seems to be something ahead..."

With this shout, the angel came back to his senses, paused slightly, and said:

"I already know, you're doing a great job..."

"Don't be afraid of the infidels, keep going!"

With that, He stretched out his right hand and plucked a sword-like feather from his left wing, and rubbed it with both hands to bless it with a layer of dancing flames.

Although it was a little far away, the posture and movement were a little strange, and he hadn't yet recited the prayer, Gallo still recognized through the fluctuations in the air that the angel was about to release the eighth-order divine technique 'Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword'

The fluctuation felt so familiar to him that it even awakened a memory, or feeling, that should have been gone.

It was the memory of when he used the Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword when he fought against the Star God Container Big Mouth Flower.

That memory or feeling should have been erased by the goddess by some means, but at this time, when Gallo saw the angel unleash this magic with his own hands after thousands of years, the feeling of loss returned.

It doesn't involve prayers, or the specific use of the power of faith, it's just an indescribable feeling, like muscle memory.

It only took a moment for him to learn, or remember, this magic spell, and he still had a high level of proficiency, even if he left the dream now, he could cast this magic at will, just like any other magic spell.

The experience was so amazing that the rest of Gallo's attention was on the magic he had suddenly learned, not noticing what the angel had done.

He didn't need to pay attention, because the angel would definitely throw the Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword into the distance next, coupled with a line that both the middle two and the shame were off the charts.

Sure enough, after preparing for the gods, the angel held the hilt of the sword in his hand and threw it into the distance, while shouting in Chinese:

"Eat me and climb the dragon sword!"

He probably felt that no one could understand what he was saying anyway, so he did such a shameful thing as shouting the name of the move.

It's a good thing that Gallo wasn't even listening, otherwise it would have been extremely embarrassing.

The Heavenly Punishment Sword that flew out spun in the air, and then suddenly fell, plunging into a seemingly empty wilderness in the distance.

Then, the sword exploded violently, and a dazzling pillar of light descended from the sky, slamming into the earth's surface.

And this underground, which should have been empty, came with a heart-rending howl, accompanied by a series of sounds of burning flesh and blood, like the wail of some beast before death.

Together, there were large strands of filthy black blood, which were instantly vaporized by the pillars of light that fell from the sky.

It turned out that the enemy had ambushed some kind of monster on the necessary place of this marching route, and if the people and horses of the Creation God Cult passed by here, they would definitely be caught off guard by a sneak attack from the underground, and they would suffer heavy casualties.

However, under the protection of the King of Angels, the enemy's treacherous plan was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining cultists fled in all directions.

The angel floated in the air and muttered in Chinese:

"I will look down on the entire battlefield from the sky!"

"Do you really think I won't go into hiding?"