messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 210 The Devil Is Having a Party, The Angel Is Having a Meeting

There are seldom meetings in heaven, especially since the gods are gone, even less for the idle angels.

They are usually not planting flowers, or playing with birds. When they have free time, they go to the holy water pool to relax, or lie on the clouds and listen to the singing of the angels of the chorus. All of them look like retired veteran cadres .

But today, Heaven held a meeting, and it was a very rare supreme council, a secret council in which only a few archangels could participate.

Heaven, something big is going to happen, ordinary angels think so.

In the synagogue in front of God, the holy light outlines flying children in mid-air. They hold golden horns in their hands and flap their wings to fly around the synagogue.

Then, as they sounded their trumpets, six angels entered the hall.

They were all dressed in pure white clothes, the hem of their clothes hanging on the ground, the holy wings behind them were folded, and they disappeared when they entered the hall.

The six angels sat down in their respective seats. Before the huge conference table, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Really, it's been a long time since we got together like this."

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

"I heard that you've been raising celestial birds recently. Do you have any good-looking ones? How many will you give me later?"

"Okay, do you want to raise birds too?"

"Yeah, I always feel that I have to find something for myself to do."

"How about the others?"

"Michael seems to want to join the choir recently."

"Didn't he just like fighting?"

"Ah, after all, it has been so many years, and he has changed a lot. But I think with his singing voice, it should be impossible to join in 1000 years."

"Hahaha."

"Hey, I said, I'm sitting next to you, if you insist on talking about this topic, can you avoid me!"

Before the meeting started, the atmosphere around the table was like an activity center for the elderly. Everyone was chatting about flowers, birds, fish and insects, and who and who had recent retirement plans.

It wasn't until the last angel arrived late and walked into the venue that the voices around the table gradually became softer.

"Gabriel." Michael greeted briefly, and the rest of the people also greeted with a smile.

This meeting was convened by Gabriel. The rest of the people didn't know what he wanted to say. However, he shouldn't be bored and wanted to gather everyone together for a chat.

It is very likely that something happened, so all the angels also took it seriously.

"Yeah." Gabriel nodded to the archangels and sat down in his seat.

Next he was supposed to announce the start of the council, but he folded his hands in front of him, looking like he didn't know how to speak.

Is it serious this time?

The rest of the archangels exchanged glances and became serious.

"Gabriel, why did you summon us this time?"

Raphael didn't make any guesses but asked directly.

Gabriel raised his eyes to look at Raphael, then lowered his eyes to look at the table, continued to ponder for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"This time, it's about the messenger."

messenger.

As soon as this name was mentioned, the face of the sitting angel brightened up a lot.

"Ha, how is our little girl doing?" Michael was the first to speak with a smile, looking very happy. He liked to hear news from the messenger.

Because he is the angel who governs Sunday, he thinks he is closest to the messenger who is also born on Sunday.

It was only because of the constraints left by God that he never had the opportunity to meet her.

"Well, did she take away some evil from people again? When she comes to heaven, I can heal her pain."

Raphael spread his hands and said with a smile, healing is his function, and he can always do a good job.

"I can comfort her suffering soul." Remiller, who was in charge of the resurrection of the soul, glanced at Raphael and raised her beautiful brows.

It seems to be expressing that his function is more useful for the messenger.

"I can protect her from being defiled." The pure Sariel also interjected.

For a moment, both Rafael and Sariel narrowed their eyes with smiles on their faces.

Remiler crossed his legs and leaned back on his chair with a fearless expression.

The three looked at each other, causing a faint smell of gunpowder to permeate the meeting table.

When the three archangels were comparing whose function could help the messenger more.

The other two archangels could only support their chins sullenly, and sat aside, silent.

One of them is Uriel, who proclaims judgment, and the other is Raguel, who monitors good and evil.

They all knew that they would probably only leave a serious and rigid impression on the envoy in the future. There was no way, who made their duties like this.

Almost all archangels are willing to perform functions for the messenger if she needs it.

This is not only because she is the youngest child of God, but also because they know the duty of a messenger, and also know her choices and actions all the time.

It must be admitted that she was doing very well, probably better than any of them, though she was the youngest.

This made them feel guilty and felt more affection for the messenger, even though they couldn't meet her.

But soon, the archangels noticed Gabriel's dull expression, which was not a good sign.

They frowned suspiciously and asked.

"What's wrong with the messenger, Gabriel."

"Messenger." Gabriel raised his eyes and looked around the crowd, then said with a sigh.

"Go to the devil world."

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"Bang!" Michael clapped his hands on the council table, his face gloomy and ugly.

He seemed to want to say something, but after a while, he just hugged his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and snorted coldly.

His temper has really improved a lot these years. If it was before, he would have fought out with a sword.

"This is against the rules. Doesn't it mean that before the trial, neither angels nor demons can have too much contact with the messenger?"

Uriel, who ran the trial, pointed straight to the problem.

"They said they just took the envoy to play for a few days." Gabriel replied in a deep voice.

"The voice agrees?" Uriel blinked his eyes in surprise.

"Yeah." Gabriel nodded helplessly.

"Then why did it refuse when we invited it before?"

Remiele turned her head sideways, and the expression on her pretty side face was colder than usual. It was obvious that she was dissatisfied with this matter.

"The voice said that this time the messenger voluntarily." Gabriel closed his eyes.

Michael curled his mouth in disdain: "It must be those demons who said something sweet."

"Whether it's a blessing or an invitation, it's all ours first."

Even the good-natured Raphael stepped up.

"If we want to take care of and guide her, our side is obviously more suitable."

"Indeed." Gabriel lowered his eyes, and finally he opened his eyes again as if he had made a decision.

"It seems that in a few days, I'm going to find that voice to discuss."

In any case, those demons must not let the messenger be brought down.

(End of this chapter)