The Angel Son may not understand the meaning of this statement, but He will soon.
"Come out, angel." Fang Xiu's calm words resounded throughout the world. His eyes were filled with blood as he stared at the sky. His eyes crossed the layers of darkness and barriers and met the huge angel above the dome.
Huge blood-colored eyes looked into Fang Xiu's calm eyes.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze.
Angel... has arrived!
boom!
The world lost all sound at this moment, and the sky instantly became as bright as day!
Billions of divine rays of light are shining down on the world, making it look like heaven.
Indescribable murmurs sounded, like hundreds of millions of devout believers singing Sanskrit hymns.
In the endless light, the angel slowly descended.
It was a huge blood-red eye with six wings, flawless white wings, covered with blood vessel-like silk threads, which were constantly squirming.
The huge blood-colored eyes contain the indifference of a god. He is so big that it is unbelievable, like a scorching sun descending on the world, with countless incomprehensible and crazy murmurs.
The so-called sons of angels are as insignificant as ants in front of Him.
The angel's son, who was still using the holy light to strangle Fang Xiu and his wife, froze instinctively at the moment the angel came, and the condensed holy light instantly dissipated. His eyes, which were originally indifferent and did not contain any emotion, suddenly disappeared. For a moment, endless fear emerged.
It's like bloodline suppression. No matter how good you are outside, you still have to kneel down when you see your old father holding a broom when you come home.
The son of the angel looked at the angel of the mysterious god in fear, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Plop!
He prostrated directly on the ground, like a huge white fluttering moth that was knocked down, without even daring to raise his head.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly. It is normal for the son of an angel to be afraid of angels, but is this too much fear?
It didn't feel like a son meeting his cruel old father, but like a slave meeting a king.
Suddenly, the angel cast his eyes on the son of the angel, his eyes deep and indifferent. The next moment, indescribable murmurs sounded, and the strong pollution caused the entire space node to begin to distort, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.
In fact, when the angel arrived, the space node had already begun to collapse, and dense spider web-like cracks appeared in the void. It was obvious that the space node could not bear the presence of the strange god at all, and had reached its limit.
The terrifying murmur sounded like an angel speaking, and the angel's son was trembling more and more violently. His wings were shaking like sieves, and the fear in his eyes was like a tide.
The son of the angel also began to murmur, but this time the murmur was no longer praise, but contained some kind of fear and prayer, and the two sides seemed to be talking.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He listened carefully, but he couldn't understand the language between the gods at all. After all, he was too low-level. He could understand the word "praise" before because they spoke simply and in repeatedly.
Just like English listening, it's impossible to understand everything, but you can always hear one or two familiar words, and then you start to get confused.
Suddenly, the Angel of the Evil God seemed to be irritated, and a look of anger appeared in his huge eyes. This was the first time that Fang Xiu saw the Angel of the Evil God showing emotions. In the past, they were all like gods, overlooking the world. When there is an outpouring of emotion.
But at this moment, the angel was actually angry, or was he angry at his own child?
Could it be that...isn't he biological?
boom!
Magnificent murmurs came from the angel. The son of the angel was so frightened that his body began to collapse, and large pieces of white feathers fell from his body.
And this murmur with strong anger was finally understood by Fang Xiu, and that was...stealing!
steal! ?
The meaning of this word made Fang Xiu suddenly understand that perhaps, the Son of Angel was not the child of an angel at all, but an existence formed from part of the stolen power.
So who stole the angel's power?
Zhou Qingfeng!
Could it be that Zhou Qingfeng has been planning to steal the power of angels on the other side for these years, and now he finally succeeded, so he created the son of angels?
This explains why the angel was angry. After all, no one wants to have their sperm stolen for no reason, and then have a big boy who has never been masked.
Rumble——!
The violent holy light shot out from the angel and hit the angel's son instantly.
The son of the angel suddenly burst into a scream and turned into ashes.
This kind of scene can be called the killing of relatives for justice!
And where the Son of Angel was before, a crystal of holy light suddenly appeared. It was pure and flawless, with magnificent laws flowing throughout its body. It was so beautiful that even the most beautiful gems in the world could not match it.
The first time he saw this crystal of holy light, a word popped into Fang Xiu's mind, godhead!
This is the fragment of the angel’s godhead!
Because it exudes a strong aura of the mysterious god's personality, which is the same as the aura on an angel.
The next second, the Holy Light Crystal floated out of thin air and flew towards the angel above the sky at extremely high speed.
Fang Xiu's eyes turned cold: "Wife."
The beautiful figure of my wife instantly rushed towards the angel in the sky.
He didn't let his wife grab the godhead because he knew that his wife couldn't grab it better than the angel, so he only hoped that his wife's big fight could interrupt the angel.
Family, that’s all for today. The work organization went to fight against the flood. I came back after a busy day, and I have to go early tomorrow morning. Although it is very tiring, it is still very meaningful. It is my first time to participate in such an activity. Only now can I understand the hard work of those officers and soldiers fighting floods.
Let me make it clear that I am not included in this. After all, I am too handsome and I don’t want to be recognized.
