The angels surrounded the Seraph Commander, making it airtight.
The lunar aura of Sariel, the Moon Angel, concealed their overly bright divine light. The angels gathered in a group and hung high in the sky, like an asteroid that could not emit light on its own - a white mold spot on a sky with a dead face. .
No one will pay much attention.
An idea came to Yi Cha's mind.
opportunity. Fleeting.
He stirred up the dreamy energy, coupled with the "surface protection" method used to strengthen the Manling Life Spell, and simply covered his whole body with a layer of "quietness".
Quietness stretched out its small light blue tentacles and smoothed out the vibrations in every feather.
Reduction, acceleration.
Yicha quickly glided toward the angels without making a sound.
Glide, flash. near.
He made himself quieter and inconspicuous than a ghost, and with a sudden gust of wind, he gently threw a processed six-sided die into the folds of a low-level angel's short robe.
Flash, glide. zoom out.
In his angelic state, he has a similar aura to them.
My heart is in my throat. He swallowed it back.
The angels surrounding the outer circle are easily deceived. They didn't look back.
Seraph Sariel paused for a moment.
fine.
Echa had moved away from them, back to a safe distance.
He took out a treated die and adjusted the angle.
There was a brief moment of silence.
"The time has come." A voice like a silver bell came through the vibration of the six-sided dice.
Each Seraph has a unique and beautiful voice, and their singing is supposed to be particularly beautiful, but they always waste it singing rules like "Fifty things you shouldn't do when the dishes fall to the floor."
The one who spoke was undoubtedly Sariel. When he spoke, the air became even quieter.
time……
Yi Cha subconsciously looked up into the distance. At the end of the inverted funnel-shaped canopy, on the gray-black unopenable door, the light and shadow representing time are still a little short of the center line.
Chaos hour 10:44 am. Order time must also be 10:44 am. Just like what he and Diavolo said. They're really similar, they just hate each other.
Ten forty-four a.m. is nothing. Not kind enough, not vicious enough, not regular enough, but not at all.
"If you are applying for Task 1, please raise your hands." Sariel said.
Task one?
Icha rose to a higher position than them, trying to see the situation clearly.
Only a lone arm was seen raised high.
"Okay. It's just me. Danno, remember it." Sariel said.
"Yes, sir," the angel named Danno replied.
He had been holding something in both hands, and now he put his right hand on the thing in his left hand and started writing.
Based on the habits of angels, Icha was very sure that the two lines he wrote down were "Dano, take note." and "Yes. Sir."
"Those who apply for task two, please raise your hands." Sariel said.
Basically silence.
Twenty-two arms point straight down. The only two raised hands belonged to Danno, and the only voice also came from him - the capable angel was immersed in recording this new sentence.
"No one applied for task two. Danno, take note."
"Okay, sir."
"If you don't want to participate in any mission, please raise your hands." Sariel said.
Nine hands were raised.
There were three angels who didn't raise their hands - Sariel, Danno, who had his hands occupied, was two of them, and there was also a force angel with broad shoulders and a short neck.
Yi Cha sighed inwardly. The angels' terrible demand for honesty is a point that is very difficult for most of the species to understand.
These questions only ask about attitude and willingness.
Willing produces no results at the Source of Order. It's just that this is part of the action report form that needs to be filled out and evaluated afterwards.
Keqier said that his score in this quarter is usually "ul".
"Super big?" Yi Cha asked at that time.
"Incredibly low." Ke Qier replied.
…
Sariel's sweet voice brought Icha back to reality.
"Then as usual, let me assign the tasks." Seraph said in a business-like tone, "Cyriel!"
"Yes, sir."
A strong man with broad shoulders and a short neck bowed his head in response. He had light brown hair that was neatly pushed back, like coral that was deliberately cultivated in one direction.
He was the last of the three angels who did not raise his hand.
Whether it's from his voice or his appearance, you can feel Cyril's honesty, honesty, and thoughtfulness.
It is very easy to imagine such an angel. There must always be a shiny silver box filled with gold pins in the corner of his desk. When filling out the form, it must be aligned to the upper left, and the ink in the ink bottle must always be at one-half mark. above.
"Seriel. You will lead the second mission. Tur, Danlin'e, Baitmir, and Katriel will obey your command during the mission." Sariel said.
"Yes, sir," Cyril responded.
Then came Tur, Danline, Bethmir, and Catril in order from the highest to the lowest, with equal intervals, saying "Yes, sir" four times in a row.
"Please stand still."
The angel group was shocked, and four angel subordinates were assigned to Cyril.
"Dano. Record." Sariel said.
Swish, swish, swish...
The tension of eavesdropping was forgotten. The whole atmosphere became sleepy.
The world is about to end, cheer up. Use Cha to advise yourself.
Anyway.
Since the angel has to divide his forces into two groups, he now needs help to have a chance to see the whole situation.
The blood contract with Xikis is a soul-tracking level. Although it becomes a bit troublesome to activate the charm with the loss of the hand, it is undoubtedly the first choice for notification.
Yicha quickly drew a temporary spell in the palm of his hand and asked Xikis and Nesse to rush here together - with their image and ability, protecting themselves outside should not be a problem.
"I will personally lead the mission one. Everyone who was not called just now, please stand with me." Sariel's voice came through the six-sided dice.
The angels moved dully again.
"Cyriel, I share my blessings with you. My brother." Seraph Sariel made a mesmerizing ringtone.
He held Cyril down, made a complicated gesture with his right hand, and held it there for a while.
Suddenly, the aura of the moon on Seraph's body split into two halves like a jellyfish being cut open. Half of the spiritual light was transferred to Cyril's head.
Sariel let go of Cyril, and the two halves of the aura healed themselves and rewrapped themselves into round spheres, forming two smaller ethereal protective shells.
"Thank you, sir." The broad-shouldered Li Angel lowered his head naively.
"Share", one of the powers of Seraph. This was the first time that Yi Cha saw an angel performing it with his own eyes.
That's a pretty good ability... he thought.
"Seriel. The mission is about to begin." Sariel waved his hand upwards.
The five angels shouted in unison. "Yes, sir."
The white shadow is light.
Cyril took four angels and flew towards the direction of the flesh and blood casting pool.
