Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The little angel is so brave!
and--
I feel dizzy.
An Feng is from the Battle Angel faction.
In his original world, the warrior angels were few in number, but they were strong, loyal, and just, and could resist countless monsters.
The strongest archangel is also a warrior angel. He has six golden wings, eyes like the sun, is fair and selfless, and cannot tolerate even the slightest darkness.
An Feng was once the successor to the next Archangel.
He possesses a source of power that is even more powerful than that of an archangel, but his philosophy is different from that of an archangel. He has been harboring such doubts since he was born on the Angel Tree.
Is there necessarily no darkness under light?
What is the meaning of darkness?
Just so the light can destroy it?
Therefore, those extreme eradication actions that attracted the applause of countless people also caused the little angel to raise doubts and inquiries again and again.
Gradually, the little angel was described by others as an angel who had been bewitched by evil and was no longer a pure angel. In the end, he was betrayed and expelled to a God-forsaken land to fend for himself.
The weapons, wings behind the angels, and the halo above their heads are all symbols of the angels' power.
When the strength is exhausted, life will come to an end.
The lamb's journey through time was once again critical. The little angel covered his face and staggered, and his bald little wings flapped anxiously and sadly.
Although I survived, how could I possibly fight against these big demons?
Besides, even if he was in his prime, he wouldn't be able to deal with these people in front of him.
You should know that in the past, the Kingdom of Heaven would send out its army to conquer demons of this magnitude.
The little angel who had barely managed to survive almost threw the halo on his head at them.
He stepped back several steps, feeling insecure and stubborn, and spread his little bald wings in a baby voice.
"You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you."
Anyway, he has been to the God-forsaken Land, so why should he be afraid of these things?
He is really too small and childish.
It doesn't look like the demon's childhood, which is clean, pure, and pitiful.
It was as if they could hold her up at will, her eyes as clear as lake water, and being looked at like this did not make people feel uncomfortable.
Logically speaking, this kind of pureness and innocence is what demons hate the most.
But it's strange.
The big blond demon Gran was the first to open his eyes, supporting his chin with his hands and sighing softly.
“Wow…”
He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his dark tuxedo-style devil king suit swayed gracefully in the wind.
He took the first few steps, squatted down, and looked at the little angel who was wary of him with a smile.
"This thing thrown down by those bastards in Heaven seems quite interesting."
Quite cute.
The little wings are bald, so pitiful that it makes people want to laugh.
This is a lot of fun.
What should I do with him?
Using it to exchange for benefits doesn't seem interesting enough.
He was too close.
It was like a mountain blocking An Feng's way.
A hand reached out as if to grab him.
Too close, too close, he even wants to reach out and grab the angel!
Little Angel: Ahhhhhh!
I couldn't fly and my head was dizzy.
He could no longer summon his little golden bow, probably because it was broken.
God is going to destroy me!
An Feng retreated in panic, reaching out to grab the top of his head—
biu——
The round little halo flew out instantly and hit the smiling big devil's face fiercely. When the little angel tried to escape to the side, it flew back like a boomerang, flying back to An Feng's head.
Frog: ...
Kui Lin: ...
Gran, who was hit in the face: ...
The black-haired devil reacted the fastest. In an instant, he reached out and grabbed the boomerang halo that was trying to escape. He also grabbed An Feng, who was struggling with his short legs but couldn't run a few meters.
He put his big hands on the little angel's chubby waist, watching the pair of bald wings fluttering back and forth, and with his other hand he pinched the warm little halo and touched it back and forth curiously.
An Feng was shocked, and looked at the small halo that failed to return successfully, and subconsciously stood on tiptoe to grab the halo.
Why kidnap the environmentalists?
The arrogant monarch narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.
"Little angel? Do you want to kill or cut him up?"
His voice was low and magnetic, holding An Feng in his grip, with danger in his eyes.
"Although I hate angels, you little kid are not worth my bullying."
He grabbed the already shaky little angel with one hand and put the halo back on his head. Then he grabbed An Feng's waist and picked up the little guy as if he was holding a kitten.
An Feng:?
"So what do we do with this little thing that was thrown down from above?"
Frog held the little angel who was flapping his wings in vain, and his red eyes glanced down casually, meeting the beautiful pair of stubborn blue eyes.
"Locked up?"
"Whatever you want," Gran was slapped in the face like this for the first time. His smile disappeared, and his face looked inexplicably dangerous. "It's your Castlevania anyway, do whatever you want with it, don't come after me—and, you have such quick reactions, can't you grab the halo before this little guy hits me?"
He really didn't react. It was one thing to let his guard down when he was too close.
The main thing is, who the hell would have thought that an angel's halo could be taken off and thrown away at will.
Like a boomerang, it also has its own navigation.
Kui Lin was not interested in this at all. The magic circle under her feet lit up and she disappeared from the spot.
Frog looked at the other person and was about to laugh, but before he could say anything, he paused for a moment, lowered his eyes and looked at the little angel again.
An Feng tried to curl up, hugged his arm, opened his mouth, and bit it with a roar.
He is super brave!
But Frog was too hard - impossible to chew.
Pooh.
No matter how brave the little angel was, it was useless. He just clung to this hand, still stubborn and vigilant.
"Behave yourself, I won't do anything to you."
At least the Great Demon King who possesses the sin of pride would not do such a shameful thing.
Frog smiled slightly, revealing a polite gentleman look.
"If you don't behave, I'll throw you into the abyss of hell."
It doesn't sound like a good place.
The little angel froze.
Frog caught him with one hand, and the scene in front of him had changed.
The gorgeous night sky above has disappeared.
The big blond devil emitting malice also disappeared.
In front of him was a luxuriously decorated room. Before the little angel could take a closer look, he was thrown directly onto the bed.
The little one rolled over twice at the head of the bed.
Then he lay down on the soft bed. He was too small and sank into the mattress. Only a small halo floated above his head, staggering to correct his position.
Large blue eyes looked up at him.
Frog stood in the doorway.
The golden decorations on his black military uniform sparkled. He narrowed his red eyes, obviously not knowing what to do with this fierce little guy.
Not to mention the abyss between the seven hells.
Look at how weak this little thing is. Even if it is thrown into a cell, it will die in two days.
Moreover, light and darkness are in absolute opposition.
Even if I don't deal with him now.
When his strength recovers a little, they will probably instinctively dislike each other.
If I had taken action at that time, I probably wouldn't have felt any psychological burden.
Frog thought so as he stood at the door, looking into those clear blue eyes.
I even found it a little funny.
He is truly a demon with a very high sense of morality. He can even hesitate in front of an angel.
"You, what do you want to do?"
The little angel pursed his lips, puffed up his bald wings, and looked at him warily.
"Save your time."
Frog said casually.
"If I really want to do something, do you think your weak arms and legs can prevent me?"
"Stay here quietly. You have no other choice until I figure out what to do with you."
Frog said this and turned to leave.
Inside the house, the little angel cub cautiously peeked out.
Really gone?
He was extremely tired, but he still got up, folded his little wings in front of him, and looked down at his little wings carefully.
Most of its originally beautiful feathers had fallen off, revealing the pink flesh inside. Some of them were torn off by the violent wind in the God-forsaken Land and were still covered with blood.
An Feng pursed his lips.
Whether the feathers on the wings grow out is one thing, and whether they can survive here is another.
"……lamb?"
An Feng thought for a moment, his round eyes widened, he looked around, and tried to call for help.
The lamb didn't react at all.
Helping the previous plane to end the defects caused a huge gap in the lamb's energy. Even though it successfully helped the dragon cub to have a happy life, it only managed to accumulate enough strength for the return trip. It was preparing to return to the Cub Management Bureau for further training and installation of various patches.
As a result, he met the little angel An Feng, and was completely exhausted. He could be called a low-income person in the system world.
There is no way to give any reaction at this moment.
An Feng sat down, raised his hand to cover his chest, his expression was soft, and his mind was obviously more mature than his appearance.
With absolute integrity and kindness.
"No way to respond? ...I don't know how you did it, but it's okay. Rest well. I will protect you, in the name of the Battle Angel."
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Later, Frog remembered that there was such a little guy and came to the door with food.
The huge three-headed tiger Nora followed closely behind him, occasionally letting out a terrifying growl from his throat and swinging his tail behind him.
"Quiet."
Frog was indifferent.
"Just keep an eye on that little angel here and don't let him run around."
The three-headed tiger let out a gurgling sound from its throat and lay down at the door.
Frog broke the magic seal and pushed open the door.
It's already late at night.
Candles were lit one after another from the door.
In the middle of the bed, the little angel folded his wings, wrapped himself in them, and fell asleep in a very uneasy posture, breathing steadily.
Soft and small, fragile and weird.
It's different from those annoying angel auras.
This was another reason why Frog kept him.
Frog didn't go in. He was not at ease to leave this little thing to other people to take care of. He always had a strange feeling that if he unconsciously relaxed the bottom line of the little angel, the guys in the Demon King's City might be even more unable to resist.
Is there some strange magic on him? Or is it a conspiracy?
Frog thought about it, put the twisted and strange meal in his hand at the door, and closed the door.
The next morning, as soon as it was light, An Feng, who had fallen asleep very late, opened his eyes immediately.
The fatigue subsided a little. An Feng stood up and stretched his stiff hands and feet, then climbed out of bed, ready to take advantage of this time to see what was happening around him.
Then he paused and looked blankly at the suspicious object at the door that was twisted and seemed to be emitting some strange aura.
What's this?
Was it the poison released in the middle of the night?
Want to poison him?
An Feng's face was serious as he looked at the door and then at the window.
He climbed up the window with a strong sense of crisis.
Without the help of wings, everything became very difficult.
The little baby, who was only as tall as the demon's knee, tried hard to hold on to the window sill. His little face turned red. He struggled to stand up, turned half of his body out, and looked around.
“Ouch—”
The low growl carried dissatisfaction and warning.
Two of the three-headed tiger's heads were still resting, leaving only one head on guard.
At this moment, the huge tiger turned its head warningly and lifted its tail proudly.
—Huh, little angel? Are you going to be scared to death by me, Tiger Lord?
An Feng blinked.
He was isolated from others due to his talent since childhood, and his knowledge of many things came from descriptions in books. Even the pictures were abstract. Because of the absolute holiness and loyalty of the war angels, there was a big gap in their understanding of the world.
And this beast before me, this pattern, this appearance...
An Feng blinked and asked tentatively: "Cat?"
Nora: ????
The three-headed tiger's ferocious expression froze instantly.
If doubts could be materialized, then that face would definitely say - what the hell are you talking about?
The species in An Feng's world are different from those here. He has never seen a portrait of a three-headed tiger, but he has watched the three-headed tiger "change its face".
An Feng was even more certain.
The tone was extremely firm.
"Cat!"
He smiled.
The platinum-colored hair is extremely beautiful in the sunlight, with a clear and pure feeling that no one can refuse. There is no prejudice, only curiosity and excitement for furry things.
"Are you the cat here?"
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