In a series of "sigh~sigh~sigh~" from Artie, Bai Yizheng's right hand poking her cheek suddenly felt light, and when she looked down again, her entire right hand had actually been cut off? As if it had been cut off by some invisible blade at the moment when he didn't even react, it slammed into the ground with a clatter.

The expression on Artie's face at this time was no longer the pitiful appearance when he was bullied by Bai Yi, but cold and arrogant, looking at him with cold eyes.

When I turned my head again, the room full of people had disappeared, and the living room that was still lively just now cooled down all of a sudden, and only two people remained...

"Yo~ long time no see." Bai Yi said a little embarrassed, bent down to pick up his broken arm, and didn't rush to pick it up, but asked tentatively: "They should be fine, right?" ”

The god of war, who had quietly descended into Arti's body, had no interest in answering such a boring question, but just glanced at him and asked, "You met an angel?" ”

"She calls herself Nevisel, the fourth angel of the divine realm, the archangel under the seat of the god of time, do you know her?" Bai Yi asked.

The god of war did not answer, but continued to ask, "What happened to you before?" ”

Bai Yi briefly described his experience and asked, "So, what exactly happened here?" ”

The god of war shook his head silently, "I don't know." ”

"Huh?"

"Time is Tiram's domain, and I have no right to interfere." The god of war explained, and continued to ask, "What about the armor that brought you back to the past?" ”

"I don't know." Bai Yi shrugged, "I came back from the kitten puppet, so what should I do now?" How to save Mia? ”

"Wait." The god of war gave a puzzling answer.

"Wait?" Bai Yi was shocked, didn't he mean waiting for Miya to survive the long six thousand years and return to him? Even if she can live so long, will she still be her well-behaved and cute little daughter when she comes back? Can you still maintain a petite and cute body? And isn't that a bit excessive? You must know that Lori in 495 is already very excessive!

The god of war, apparently unaware of the cranky thoughts in his head, continued to reply in a serious manner: "Wait and remember." As he spoke, he uncharacteristically put away his cold expression and gave Bai Yi a "I can only say so much" look.

It's a bit greasy in here? Bai Yi's heart moved slightly, and then asked, "Then Miya, she shouldn't be in danger now, right?" ”

The god of war still shook her head, not knowing whether it was okay or not knowing, and then she was about to say something more, but suddenly cast her gaze out the window, as if she had lost her mind.

This obviously shouldn't be the gaffe that a god should have, Bai Yi also suddenly felt that something was wrong, and was about to ask, but the military god turned around, and even his tone became a little more urgent, and said, "Hurry up." ”

"Wait a minute!" Bai Yi realized that this guy was about to run away, and quickly asked, "Who is Nehemeayah?" ”

The military god's body shook slightly, and he replied coldly: "I don't know." Then he fell to the ground softly, looking like he should have run away, and Bai Yi's originally broken arm was also wonderfully restored to its original state.

"Tsk, this guy is a little unusual, huh?" Bai Yi picked up the kitten maid, recalling this contact with the god of war, and it was like two people before, you must know that he is quite talkative when leaving a message; When he comes, he will defend his own oracle; There are also people who have the patience to summon harm to other people's science angels, right, why did this time suddenly hold up the shelf that a god should have, and he stopped talking when he wanted to speak?

Is it because you have been in contact with an angel? Bai also speculated, but unfortunately the god of war would definitely not give him an answer, and judging from his embarrassment of fleeing, it seemed that something else important had happened.

At this time, the other Void Walkers were sitting in a garden of the university, also discussing something, when the military god came, he teleported them away who were still talking, and when they came back to their senses, they had already fallen into a nearby garden, scaring the two young girls who were sitting on the side.

So the group of people sat down like this and began to discuss the topic of the god of war, and the magician also sighed with a heavy sigh: "The power of this god is really difficult to guess with common sense, and the situation we will face next may not be so smooth." ”

"Let's talk about it after passing the angel level first...", the missionary muttered, he seemed a little cowardly when he mentioned the angel, and his voice was much quieter, as he spoke, he suddenly seemed to notice something, and cast his gaze in some distant direction.

And the direction in which the god of war and the missionary cast their gaze together happened to be the direction of the holy city of Canning...

At this time, the holy city of Canning did not seem to be much different from usual, the believers were still whispering prayers, the workers were still toiling, and in a secret church that had been sealed for thousands of years and had only reopened in recent months, some young men and girls in religious robes were still muttering something in a whisper.

The robes on their bodies look more luxurious than those on the Pope, and there are precious jewelry pendants everywhere, but under the careful matching of the designer, they are not vulgar and impetuous at all, but only make people feel noble and elegant, and each of them has a gorgeous appearance, which can be described as handsome men and beautiful women.

They were young believers from all over the world, some just ordinary believers, some choir apprentices, some virgin candidates, and when told of the opportunity to be the vessel of the angels, these young people left their families without hesitation and huddled in the church called the Hall of Advent, forming a circle around a circle every day, chanting strange prayers.

This has been going on for two months, and the repetition of this tedious thing every day does not make these young people feel the slightest impatience, but their faces are full of longing and excitement, waiting for luck to befall them.

Behind the curtain of the Hall of Advent, there is a small room covered by a heavy curtain, and it is such a small space that looks like a confessional, but it is crowded with the current Pope, the Grand Inquisitor, and the High Priest, the three current heads of the Church.

"Wouldn't you be wrong in your judgment?" Looking at the very young Pope, he asked the high priest beside him.

And the great priest looks very old, it seems that he will die in the next second, his position was originally very noble, but he does not have much real power, but since the beginning of the angel summoning project, the entire summoning process is in charge of the team of priests led by him, and his status has naturally risen, and even the Pope has to be respectful to him.

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong." The old archpriest replied in a trembling voice, looking very excited compared to the calm faces of the Pope and the Grand Inquisitor.

"But it's too early." The Presiding Judge whispered, "The angel will come only three days, and the progress of the whole project cannot be completed at that time... With only one angel, it would be difficult to pose a threat to that demon. ”

"Those mages and those nobles who are like grass on the wall, they should all be thrown into the black prison for trial." "But I'm sure when an angel comes, they'll change their minds, and those wall-to-wall grass should be able to see the situation clearly." ”

Seeing that the topic of the two was about to develop in the direction of blasphemy, there was a sudden change in the group of young people, and a beautiful girl with a beautiful face and silver hair like snow suddenly bloomed with a burst of intense light, and she immediately stopped praying, looked up at the sky, and a look like a black face appeared on her face, and shouted at the ceiling painted with angels: "Yes! I do! Lord Neversel! ”

After her eyesight was restored, a girl with a gentle light appeared in front of her eyes, her bare snow-white feet, floating in mid-air, and her whole body was spewing out of a holy and noble temperament.

Her identity was self-evident, and the boys and girls around her were prostrate at her feet, shouting from different levels of their mouths: "Lord Angel! Even the big priest hiding in the small dark room rushed out regardless of his identity and crawled beside her.

The angel who occupied the silver-haired beautiful girl looked indifferently at the people at his feet, tore off a piece of cloth from his gorgeous robe, covered his eyes, and said in a cold and clear voice: "I am Nevisel, the one who wears sin, and I have come according to the will of our lord Tiram. With that, wings of light appeared behind her.

However, the wings are not a pair of symmetrical pairs, but only half of the right side...

The Pope, who had remained calm, soon discovered that there was a ring of shackles on her slender neck, and a small iron chain was attached to it, hanging on the girl's ordinary chest.

The Pope instantly understood what she meant by the guilty man... This first angel to answer the call was actually a sinner in the divine realm?

In addition to the Pope, there were also some believers who noticed the shackles around her neck, and were very curious, but did not dare to ask, but who knew that the angel actually took the initiative to say very frankly: "I have been guilty of disregarding the authority of my lord, and this trip has come to atone for my sins." ”

After that, she didn't intend to say anything more to these mortals, and planned to flapp half of her wings and fly away, but suddenly, as if sensing that something was wrong, she stopped again, reached out and touched her waist.