This is also why Uriel, Kiraal, and Vikul are so angry, because Hexuno lost purity, and all the Angels in Heaven followed suit, losing their purity.
With more courage, they all turned into Wayne’s shape.
"The true appearance of Angels..."
Wayne looked around perplexed, noting the appearance of many strange varieties nearby, so with tentacles, so with seven limbs and eight feet, so with human heads and ghostly faces, and so irregular geotric forms.
Then looking at The Walking Lust, with big wavy long hair, dazzling looks, and a figure that could rival the Lord of Lust.
This isn’t a problem-solving question, it’s a given one.
"Rebirth Holy Spring or sothing, let’s talk about it later." Wayne waved his big hand to protect Heya behind him.
No other intentions, even if it’s unnecessary, it’s good to look at.
Hexuno stepped forward: "Lord Son of the Holy, to prevent Frey from making a big mistake in the future, please allow to eliminate the unstable factors."
"Hexuno, before you throw Heya into the spring, answer one question first."
Wayne raised an eyebrow: "Will you soak in the Holy Spring?"
"Ah, this..."
Hexuno was initially stunned, and then rationalized: "Lord Son of the Holy was born as a human, I shall maintain a human form to better aid your managent of Heaven, I will not soak in the Rebirth Holy Spring."
"Oh, is that aiding? I’m embarrassed to expose you."
Wayne shook his hand in disdain, telling Hexuno to stop making trouble. For a grand Archangel, the ans to eliminate dissidents are too low-level, co back with a better reason.
Hexuno stepped back, blushing, and glared at Heya.
Heya, eyes brimming with tears, avoided Wayne and extended a hand towards Hexuno: "Archangel, I..."
"No, I’m not your Archangel, I’m just a shaless, self-indulgent, shaless, tainted pure little Bichi." Hexuno sneered repeatedly.
Heya’s mouth opened, pearls cascading down, she lowered her head before Hexuno, asking for his forgiveness.
As long as Hexuno is willing to forgive her, she is prepared to pay any price, including Life.
Hexuno sighed and patted the golden-haired head: "The mistakes you made were provoked by , I misguided you, the fault isn’t yours."
"Archangel, are you willing to forgive ?" Heya asked excitedly.
"Impossible, I still want to kill you!"
Hexuno’s face darkened, and muttered, just thinking about it is annoying, also... looking so indecent.
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"Hexuno, why not let it go, do a favor, forgive her once..."
"Shut up, it’s all your fault."
Heya glared at Wayne, her loyalty only belongs to the Archangel. Wayne without this aura imdiately downgraded to a passerby.
"Shut up, who are you talking to!"
Hexuno was furious, withdrew the Sword of Judgnt ready to cut Heya into eight pieces.
Heya closed her eyes to et her death, Wayne grabbed Hexuno stopping him, and a chicken flying dog jumping commotion ensued, very lively.
Uriel coldly watched this scene, asking: "Vikul, Kiraal, did you retrieve the power, how long do you want to wait?"
"Wait a little longer..."
The two Seven Virtues showed embarrassnt.
They both have black histories they are unwilling to face, letting their Mortal World selves live was beneficial and harmless, the dual facets resulted in too many impurities within, significantly slowing down the efficiency of retrieving power.
Risa received no attention, kept her head down wiping tears, lanting the difficulty of ascending to Heaven.
That year, the Pope stood at the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven like a lackey.
The surrounding bizarre types increased ever more, the vast majority of appearances can no longer be explained by creativity, aside from the Great Eyeball’s primary setting, just looking at the forms, it’s hard to categorize Angels as the sa species.
Very soon, at the last mont of Hexuno retrieving power, a huge, bloated, extrely oppressive figure reached the door of the Kingdom of Heaven.
This was a blob-like humanoid creature, with a human torso and limbs, but no palms or soles, tentacles extending from wrist positions, golden bands drifting from ankle positions.
The bloated body piled with sagging white lard, a cluster of eyes scattered atop, eyes opening for sight, closed forming golden eye runes, on the thirty-ter torso, front and back foot with hundreds of eye runes.
At the head position, the rolling white at up and down like a boiling pot of water.
No definite facial features, only a mouth whose position changes constantly.
Behind the blob, magnificent six wings extending and hanging, each wing reaching a hundred ters, floating in mid-air without needing to flap.
Around the wings, there are grander golden halos, like planetary rings orbiting celestial bodies, layer upon layer spreading out, as many as several dozen.
Against the backdrop of the halos, this figure’s diater reached an astonishing five hundred ters, far exceeding other Angels in size.
In human form, Wayne and the others are among those who don’t act human, even more insignificant to the extre.
Seraph, Archangel, Strongest Angel, Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven, godlike being—Michael!
Wayne blinked, released Hexuno from his embrace, hearing the latter snort coldly, probably realized the identity of this giant beast.
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence.
"Wow!"
Wayne waved his hand, letting Heya stand behind him.
Heya refused, wanting even to die under the revered Archangel’s sword, insisted on standing behind Hexuno, chased away by the Sword of Judgnt, tearful and stood behind Wayne.
The Archangel no longer wants her.
To the loyal Heya, this was undoubtedly a death sentence, her eyes lost their luster, feeling indifferent to whatever happens.
"Don’t be sad, pat your head, a pat will make it all better."
Wayne patted the golden-haired head, whispered: "Don’t worry, I’ll try to persuade Hexuno with sleep, she won’t abandon you."
Heya listened and glared: "Don’t you dare taint the Archangel’s purity!"
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