"Ophelia’s tone was calm, but as she spoke, a gust of wind carrying a rich floral scent ca by, imdiately lifting the sleeves of the Great Angel Leader, revealing a shocking dark red scar.
Though the sleeves quickly fell back down, covering the wound once more, Iliad, who was right next to her, saw it clearly.
"Is this the injury you sustained during the war?"
Iliad stepped forward, his expression grave.
"It’s just a small wound, nothing serious."
Seeing Iliad approach, Ophelia covered her sleeve and said nonchalantly,
"Besides, I’m the Commander, it doesn’t affect anything."
"I can take your place in leading the war, mother, please take so rest."
Iliad imdiately said.
"Then how should your father be arranged?"
Seeing Iliad’s reaction as she expected, Ophelia was pleased inside and asked with feigned modesty.
"I’ll arrange it properly."
"Do you think your father would be angry because of this?"
Ophelia was still not satisfied, pushing further.
"Father won’t be angry because of this."
Mother’s little tricks were too obvious, how could Iliad not see through them? But that’s exactly why Iliad wouldn’t refuse.
A dignified Six-winged Seraph, one of the best in the Great Angel Leader’s battle lineup, already lowered her stance this much, using such little tricks, how could he refuse? He had already refused so many tis before, would he wound his mother’s heart thoroughly now?
"Do you understand your father’s temper that well?"
"My father is a Golden Dragon."
"Then if he gets angry and vents his wrath on , what should I do?"
"Mother, where should I select suitable Angel Warriors?"
Iliad didn’t want to discuss such uninteresting topics with his mother, forcefully changing the subject.
"Alright, it seems you really are eager."
The angel knew she was going too far, stopped asking questions, and instead summoned a gentle-featured, graceful Six-winged Angel attendant, instructing,
"Hela, take him to the Forbidden Ruins, he needs real warriors willing to follow and fight for him."
"Yes."
The Great Angel Leader, Hela, curiously glanced at this scales-clad hybrid angel, then bowed and accepted the order.
The angel and the Dragon’s Son were both sowhat surprised, looking at this Six-winged Great Angel Leader in front of them, realizing their mother’s status in Heaven seed to have risen quite a bit over the century, accompanied by Six-winged Great Angels serving her.
Although their mother could command Six-winged Great Angels on the battlefield before, warti authority was different from everyday matters, the aning and representation were entirely different.
"Lord Iliad, I’ve heard your na long ago, today I finally et you, you’re indeed just like the rumors."
Hela approached Iliad, her deanor was composed, exceedingly natural, without the slightest restraint, only carrying a form of scrutiny and curiosity born from observing a similar existence.
From the aura she exuded alone, she was also a Legendary Angel, if descending to the Material Realm, she would undoubtedly be revered by the nations, having such a deanor was nothing strange.
"You don’t have to call ’Lord,’ just call by my na."
A battle-experienced Iliad sensed sothing unusual, feeling that this angel with features like a painting and dignified behavior was not as simple as she appeared, but even with careful perception, Iliad found no abnormalities, Hela seed no different from other Angel Leaders.
"Alright, Lord Iliad."
Hela smiled warmly,
"Your personality is just like the rumors, that’s really nice. It seems we might get along very well in the coming ti, maybe even beco friends."
"I hope so."
Iliad glanced at his mother, Hela’s sowhat presumptuous, slightly overstepping words did not provoke intervention from the Seraph, who instead watched the two with a smile.
"Co with , the Forbidden Ruins isn’t close."
"Go with her!"
Ophelia signaled her child to follow.
"Okay."
Iliad wasn’t soone adept with words, though he had questions and conjectures in his mind, he didn’t plan to ask. Regardless of what it was, ti would naturally reveal all the answers.
"Really a wooden head!"
Watching the two figures disappearing into the distance, Ophelia couldn’t help but mutter, but she quickly started to laugh smugly, like a fox that had successfully stolen a chicken.
Sss～
At this ti, the overly indulged laughter pulled her wound, making Ophelia take a sharp breath, her brow furrowing, she imdiately rolled up her sleeve, the narrow dark red wound gleaming again.
"Should have used an illusion."
Muttering softly, Ophelia waved her hand over the wound on her forearm, the golden thread-like healing power lded into the wound, driving away and purifying the bleak power from the Abyss, the wound healing at a visible pace.
In just a few breaths, the Seraph’s forearm was as pristine as ever, seemingly carved from white jade, without a flaw.
"Ugh, really stupid!"
After healing the wound, Ophelia couldn’t help but facepalm. It was a clumsy excuse even she couldn’t stand, yet it worked.
A Heaven’s dignified Six-winged Great Angel Leader, what kind of Abyss Demon could leave such a long-lasting, hard-to-heal wound on her?
Even if she didn’t have the ability to heal the wound, her father was equivalent to the gods, even a Demon Prince blessed by Abyss Will could not resist purification of this level.
"Sigh, luckily Iliad is a good child, or else I would have been a laughingstock!"
Unfortunately, the Seraph Leader didn’t have long to rejoice, a noble yet unwavering figure, large to the extent that it was sowhat extraordinary even in Heaven, only surpassed by the gods, the odious figure of the Golden Dragon appeared in sight,
"Ophelia, I heard you were heavily injured by a Demon Lord, to the point you’re unable to lead troops, needing your son to substitute.
Tsk, really is a strong demon, its remnant power is sothing even the revered Seraph cannot resolve, truly impressive.
Do you know the na of this Demon Lord? Could you tell ? If I encounter it in the future, I can instruct my subordinates to avoid it, not to contend."
"You don’t need to worry about such issues."
Ophelia looked at the smug, mocking face of the Golden Dragon who didn’t bother to hide it, and couldn’t help grinding her teeth, finally responding coldly.
"How can I not worry? This is a Demon Lord even hard for your father to contend with, surely I should know such a mighty malevolent na, in case I should unfortunately encounter it, I would then be prepared."
Noah said with a cheerful tone, devoid of any concern or worry.
"I’ve already said there’s no such thing, don’t you have anything else to busy yourself with?"
At this point, Ophelia was as cold as ice, with a deanor that kept people thousands of miles away,
"You have no business, but I still have things to do, no ti to accompany you."
"Eh, wait, there’s one more question."
"Speak."
"Has the combat strength of Heaven beco so critical now? Even a heavily injured Seraph cannot rest, still needing to command the troops?"
"Noah! What exactly are you here for?"
Ophelia couldn’t suppress her anger any longer.
In reality, the answer was obvious, what else but to sneer upon hearing the news, coming especially for this, it was simply a disgrace to the tallic Dragon Race’s reputation, this guy was worthy to be called a Holy Dragon!
Simply ridiculous?
"What else could I do? Of course, as a husband, to express concern for my severely injured partner, isn’t that appropriate?"
Noah said with righteous indignation.
"No need to trouble you, Holy Dragon, you should focus on your own matters, no need for you to worry."
"How can that happen? Let see the wound."
"Get lost!"
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