"Holy Lord!"
A corner of the world slowly opened up, and amidst the abundant holy light, more than a dozen figures flashed by and appeared above the Holy Spirit City.
They bowed simultaneously, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
"No need for formalities, Ifina. Actually, we met back in the Tower of Inheritance."
Jiang Yan smiled and waved his hand.
"It is my honor to hear your holy words in advance, Holy Lord."
Ifina bowed again, saying with some regret, "Unfortunately, some unorthodox methods have prevented me from formally paying my respects to you until now."
"It's not too late now."
Jiang Yan smiled slightly and pointed to the world above: "How many warriors are left in Heaven now?"
"Besides the ten of us, there are two special angel squadrons, mainly composed of auxiliary angels such as forging angels and energy-providing angels. In addition, there are 1 million elite punishment angels guarding the Holy Prison."
Jiang Yan nodded slightly. Apart from the 1 million elite angels of punishment, everything else was similar to that in the illusion. It must be a new development in these eras.
"Let them all leave first. The pressure on the Holy Realm's origin is too great if Heaven remains in a state of breaking the boundary for too long. I need to merge them."
As he spoke, Jiang Yan used his divine sense to communicate with the source of the universe and began to make preparations in advance.
"Yes, Holy Lord. Jofiel, go and inform all the warriors to return quickly."
Upon seeing this, Ifina turned around and gave an order before flying with a group of angels to Jiang Yan's back.
"Your Majesty Ifina, Your Majesty Ferrer, it has been a long time."
"Both Your Majesties remain as dignified as ever."
"Your Majesty, do you remember me?"
All the deities stepped forward to greet them warmly.
After all, regardless of strength, as the main gods and supreme beings of the Holy Light pantheon, although they have only just descended, it is foreseeable that their status will be far above theirs, so of course they need to establish good relations in advance.
"I vaguely remember you. Weren't you the one who challenged me to a one-on-one duel, got knocked away by me with a single blow, and then sneaked away?"
A faint smile appeared on Ferrer's face.
She could sense that these people all possessed an aura of having submitted to the Holy Light, so she didn't ignore them and gave them a somewhat friendly response.
Angels have a simple view of good and evil: if you believe in the Holy Lord, then you are not the enemy.
Your fervent faith in the Lord makes you a friend.
If you blindly believe in the Holy Lord, then we are all one family.
As for not believing in the Holy Lord... sorry, heretic, you'll have to be purified!
"Your Majesty, you have a good memory."
The deity chuckled twice.
He had just inherited the supreme divine position and was young and ambitious. In order to prove that he was worthy of the position, he took the initiative to challenge the archangel of the Holy Light pantheon.
Of course, he had already done his investigation. He had specifically chosen one of the angels who served as assistant priests, thinking that as long as he could withstand a hundred of my attacks, he would laugh loudly and say, "As expected of the Archangel of Heaven, you can withstand a hundred of my attacks without being defeated. I have other matters to attend to today, so let's fight again another day. Farewell!"
Unexpectedly, the other person pulled out a hammer that was millions of feet tall, instantly gave himself hundreds of buffs, and charged forward, his strength comparable to the "Titan God" and the "Power God".
Meanwhile, Ifina went straight to the Holy Light pantheon.
"Your Majesty."
Anna, Floria, and the others stepped forward to pay their respects.
Ifina smiled and nodded, then looked at the composed archangel beside her, her expression darkening:
"Tinas, don't you owe me an explanation for using the magic of fate to cheat and get ahead last time?"
"Explanation? Explain what?"
Tina casually straightened her long dress and snapped her fingers. A basic Holy Light spell, Illumination, was generated at her fingertips, shining brightly on the Holy Light Medal.
"Do you need me to introduce myself?"
"The Seven-Star Glory Medal was bestowed by the Holy Lord. According to the code of the Holy Light Pantheon, you should now address me as Lady Tinas."
"Also, to correct you, there was no cheating; it was all fate's arrangement."
"you...!"
Ifina's expression changed, her chest heaved violently, and the divine artifact-level staff in her hand was squeezed so tightly that it made a "crackling" sound.
Damn it, this was supposed to be her glory!
On the other side, the same scene was playing out.
Eight seraphim surrounded a six-winged angel, their expressions hostile, and said:
"Floya, who was it that said they were withdrawing from the competition last time, and then secretly ran away during the chaos?"
"That's right, that's right..."
"Shouldn't you give us an explanation!"
"That's right, that's right..."
"Eladia! We can forget about the others, but you're the weakest one, why are you getting involved?"
Seeing the menacing crowd, Floria instinctively took two steps back, but then seemed to remember something, straightened her chest, and retorted without flinching:
"And what does it mean to sneak out? That's called wisdom, that's called fate. That's right, you brutes who only know how to fight wouldn't understand this."
As she shouted, she mimicked the gesture by lighting up the medals on her chest.
The group exchanged glances, all revealing expressions of resentment.
"A brute who only knows how to fight?"
Losia, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze shifting between the two of them, as she recalled some unpleasant memories.
It seems that's what that guy was saying about himself behind his back.
Hmph, are you using a veiled insult to criticize someone else?
"The Medal of Holy Light? I have that too."
Thinking it over, Losia suddenly stepped forward and carefully activated the badge on her chest. Below the nine shining stars, a line of small words was engraved:
On the first day of the eighth month of the ninth year of the Cycle Calendar, the Holy Lord of Light, Jiang Yan, personally bestowed this gift.
For a moment, all the angels' eyes were fixed on that line of small print, their eyes revealing undisguised envy.
"Tinas, Floria, as believers of the Holy Light, you should not fear battle. In my name, as the holder of the Nine-Star Glory Medal and the highest military commander of Holy Spirit City, I grant you permission to fight for a legitimate reason."
As she spoke, Loshia looked to the side and said calmly, "Helenzoll, create a temporary space for them to resolve their disputes, so as not to affect the Holy Lord's fusion of the two worlds."
Upon hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the two angels, who had just been beaming with pride, instantly froze.
Ifina, however, was delighted and pointed to the space created by the Space God, urging, "Do you dare to go in and fight?"
"You think I'm afraid of you!"
Tinas summoned the Wheel of Fate, scoffing, "I also hold the position of God of Reincarnation, why would I fear a mere..."
"Oh? How about adding me?"
A galaxy flowed down from the void, with three hundred of its stars shining brightly upon Ifina.
But Ferrier had flown over at some point, wielding the Hammer of Redemption and activating its blessing.
"Ferrell, are you going to fight two against one? This is a desecration of the dignity of the Archangel of Heaven!"
Tinas's expression changed, and she spoke repeatedly.
"Isn't this fate?"
Ferrer and Ifina exchanged a glance and simultaneously said, "Go inside!"
Meanwhile, seeing that even her backer was in dire straits, Floria's face fell, and she looked pitifully at the group of angels surrounding her:
Is it too late to admit your mistake now?
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