The initiative in the current situation was completely in the hands of Voltenia, so the angels on Crestia's side did not dare to act rashly.

After all, the two sons of the patriarch are still in their hands, and if something happens to them, the inheritance of the angel clan will be dealt a heavy blow.

"My brother, how about we make a deal?"

"What do you want. ”

"Don't worry, I'm a very fair person, that is, I will exchange the cultivation of your husband and wife for the lives of your two children. ”

"What, can't promise him, patriarch. Klossis said hurriedly.

Voltenian looked at Cristiana with a sly expression, and he was not in a hurry for the answer of the patriarch of the angelic clan, because he knew that this answer was inevitable.

Because of the holy love of the angels, which is their noble quality, but now, it is their weakness, their fatal weakness.

The holy sword in the hands of Krosis and the other clansmen was already ready to be fired, and they would rush forward without hesitation when the patriarch gave the order.

But this was not possible, because they knew that if the battle began, then there would be no point in their hands as a blackmail for the son of the patriarch, and these fallen angels would take the lives of these two children in an instant, so no one dared to act rashly, and the situation was frozen for a while.

Cristia looked at Nosvimko, and they understood each other's intentions with just a meeting of eyes. They decided to save their children, perhaps because of the darkness that would plague the Angels, but they believed that their children would bring light because they were hope.

"Volttenia, I promise you, as long as you spare my two children. ”

"No, father, you can't promise him. Obest struggled to get rid of the control of the fallen angel, but how could a ten-year-old child break free from the hands of a ten-star fallen angel.

Tears ran down the pure face and dripped down the floor of the temple, but the temple did not respond, and the ancestors did not protect it, as if it were a test for this offspring.

Ayados also cried in the arms of the goddess of destruction, Midori Yin, and the three-day-old child seemed to feel an uneasy reaction. But the next moment, Midori Yin released a wave of energy to Ayados, and Ayados fell into a deep sleep.

Obest kept screaming and telling his father not to accede to the demon's request.

Volttenia's arm was raised, and a huge suction force sucked Obest over, and the palm pinched Obest's neck with force.

Obest struggled in pain, his cheeks flushed from the suffocation, but he couldn't make a sound.

"My nephew, are you really misbehaved?" Voltenian stared at Obest.

In the face of absolute power, Obest gradually lost the strength to struggle.

"Brother, how long do you think your son will be able to last?"

"Volttenia!" Cristiana roared angrily.

"Brother, I don't want to provoke a war this time, as long as you abolish your self-cultivation, and then I take the position of the patriarch of the Angel Clan, I will not embarrass the clansmen, and ensure that they will live as before in Sky City. ”

"Okay, I promise you, I'll scrap my own cultivation and let you dispose of it, as long as you let my child go. ”

Voltenia casually threw Obest at his men, "Okay, I'll watch it, brother." ”

Obest stared at his father with stubbornness in his eyes.

Cristiana looked at her son with a calm expression on her face, and his mind went back to ten years ago, the day Obest was born.

Cristiana remembered that the sky sanctuary had become extremely unusual that day, and there was an aurora in the sky, which he had never seen before, it was like a god's prophecy.

In the building in the center of Sky City, where the successive archival chiefs of the Angel Clan lived, Cristiana stood by the window of the building's top hall, nervous about his wife, who was about to be born with his first child.

His eyes were in the direction of the Valhalla Temple, and Cristian's heart was praying, hoping that his ancestors would bless the soon-to-be-born child so that he could grow up peacefully in this chaotic world.

Suddenly, the aurora in the sky converged and turned into a dazzling beam of colorful light, and before Cristiana could react, the aurora flew towards the Valhalla Temple.

And Cristiana seemed to understand the meaning of this, as if she had been summoned, and immediately flew to the Valhalla Temple, and this night, what happened in the Valhalla Temple, until today, Cristia understood the meaning of this.

Cristiana came to the door of the temple, he glanced inside, and did not notice anything unusual, the statue of the goddess at the door of the temple stood quietly at the door of the temple as usual, and Cristiana walked in quickly without too much melancholy.

When he entered the temple hall, all the candles in the hall were lit up. Cristia looked at the murals depicting the deeds of his ancestors on the walls around him, these murals he had seen countless times, and at the moment they were being illuminated by the aurora that had just flown in, and he had never felt the impact of his heart like this time.

It was as if Christian's soul had suddenly had an epiphany, and the frescoes he had seen, the frescoes that he could imagine when he closed his eyes, were not just about the heroic deeds of his ancestors.

It was a prophecy, a revelation!

Just as Cristiana was distracted, the torches in the hall shook a few times for no reason, and Cristiana followed her instinct and looked at the wall on the north side of the hall.

In front of the wall was an altar where the sacrifices to the ancestors were performed, and now Cristia felt an unusual energy beating at the altar.

Cristiana subconsciously walked in the direction of the altar, and then the twelve torches on the altar all burned, and the flames with golden light in the light blue danced, and then became stable.

Cristia was puzzled by this phenomenon, and although he entered the temple every year to worship, he had not seen such a situation since he took over as patriarch.

When the flames stabilized, an apparition appeared in front of each of the twelve flames, each with twelve wings.

Cristiana recognized them at once, and one of them was none other than the original owner of the holy sword he was now using, Michael.

They are the ancestors carved on the twelve holy pillars outside the temple, and they are the ones who have passed down the lineage of the angel clan, and when Christian saw the ancestors, he quickly knelt down and bowed.

"Junior, do you know what we have summoned you to this point?" said Michael to Christian.

"The younger generation is dull and doesn't know what's going on. Christia said respectfully.

"Originally, our twelve ancestors were buried here, but we always felt the life of the angel clan. Neither of your brothers nor the Holy War of a hundred years ago disturbed us, for we knew that it would not be a devastating blow to the angels. But this time, we are awakened by your soon-to-be-born child. ”

Cristiana was shocked when he heard this, he couldn't understand why the ancestor would say such a thing, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, just knelt there in a daze.

"Junior, I want to tell you one thing now, that is, you, the child who is about to be born, are the one who will bring major changes to the chaotic world in the future. ”

After saying this, the phantage of the twelve ancestors disappeared, and the light in the hall of the temple disappeared without a trace, leaving only Christia in a daze in this darkness, and this revelation of the ancestors kept echoing in her mind.

I don't know how long later, a baby's cry resounded throughout the sky city......