I Really Like That Guy!

The Fallen Angels didn't end well. The heroine was originally the Holy Maiden of Light. She couldn't deal with the Fallen Angels, so she went to the last remaining temple of Light in the world and prayed to the God of Light.

Maybe it's because of the strong will, or maybe it's the halo of the heroine, the **** of light who has been sleeping for thousands of years was really awakened by her.

The gods descended, expelled the fallen angels from the continent of Aili, and drove them back to the abyss of the fallen. Later, the entrance to the two planes was completely closed, and the Fallen Angel could only live in the abyss where there was no light for the rest of his life.

As for why he didn't completely destroy him, God only left such a sentence.

"Where there is light, there is darkness, and light and darkness go hand in hand."

Arlo thought, probably the gods of light and darkness are gods born naturally, not from the beliefs of human beings like other gods.

Therefore, the God of Light and the God of Darkness actually belong to the same level. If darkness is to be eliminated, light will cease to exist.

At this moment, could the sound of prayer ringing in his ears come from that Fallen Angel?

Arlo wasn't sure, and she planned to go check it out anyway to solve his predicament. Whether it is the Fallen Angel or not, the God of Light will never give up every human being in need.

However, at this time, her divine power in her body was nearly exhausted, and to save that person, she must be in the lower realm.

Angels are demigods who can walk on earth. It is not uncommon for angels to come to the mainland of Aili. From time to time, devout believers pray to attract blessings from angels.

Sometimes if the Holy See encounters an enemy and finds that it cannot be defeated, it will also request an angel to come and use the power of the demigods to expel foreign enemies.

After confirming the location of the sound, Arlo came to a round platform in the temple. This was a teleportation-type formation that linked all the temples of light in the entire Aili Continent.

The formation radiated light, shrouding the girl's figure and slowly disappearing.

The eyes brightened and then darkened again. It turned out that it was night in the lower realm.

The night shrouded the earth, and A Luo stood in a dilapidated temple. She could see everything around her, the old doors and windows, the mottled white-painted statues, and the narrow space.

And the frightened young man curled up in the temple, with his hands and feet bound, and in ragged clothes.

She had seen a temple of light. In the most prosperous city in Aili Continent, the temple was tall and towering, and the temple built of pure white marble looked pure and flawless, full of holy and beautiful atmosphere.

The people walking in the temple are all dressed in gorgeous and neat clothes, with elegant and noble postures, with slight smiles on their faces, just like beautiful white swans.

Compared with that temple, this temple is also too simple.

However, as an angel, these foreign objects could not attract Arlo's attention. In her eyes, even though the temple was dilapidated, it was cleaned and tidy. Although the statue was mottled, the power of faith accumulated in it was bright and dazzling.

The young man kneeling in front of the statue, even if he was in a state of embarrassment, his expression was like a wild dog, but his faith in the Father God was so firm.

Arlo's appearance immediately caught the boy's attention.

A group of light appeared in the dark temple, the light was soft and white, and there was a petite figure wrapped in the light. She had the most beautiful face in the world, but she just looked straight at it and couldn't look away.

Her skin was as white as snow, even her waist-length hair was silver-white, and she was covered in a tulle-like robe. The most striking thing was the two large white wings on her back.

Such a beautiful pair of wings cannot be described in words at all, it is tens of thousands of times more beautiful than doves and swans.

The moment he saw her, a word appeared in the boy's heart: Angel.

It turned out to be an angel.

He had heard that only devout believers could attract angels to come.

At this moment, the boy's belief in the God of Light intensified several times again. He really called the gods, the gods have been watching him, he has not been abandoned by the gods!

The boy's eyes were as bright as stars.

A Luo quickly sensed that the power of faith in the young man in front of her was even stronger. A soft smile appeared on her face, and she said to him in the softest voice: "Father God is above, devout saint, I heard your voice and came here to save your suffering, what help do you need?"

Between the words, she had already looked at him carefully.

The young man has very rare black hair and black eyes, and his eyes are as black as the purest obsidian.

In Aili Continent, which advocates light and hates the abyss, such a look is obviously not popular, although he has extremely correct facial features, sharp eyebrows, high nose bridge, and sharp facial lines, which can be called handsome.

But probably because of the poor living environment, the boy's body is thin and thin, and there are several inconspicuous bruises on his face.

A Luo observed that although there were many wounds on the boy's body, it was not fatal, and he was not afflicted with disease.

That being the case, why did he have such an eager voice of prayer?

The young man stared at the holy angel with burning eyes. Her delicate little face was full of compassion and sympathy for him, as pure as a piece of white paper that could be seen through at a glance.

The Holy See of Light often sends priests to preach in various places. Even in the remote Black Rock Mountains, there was an old priest in a snow-white robe.

The pastor told them the story of the God of Light that created the world and the deeds of God's rescue of the world. In the mouth of the old pastor, the angel is the incarnation of the God of Light, a sacred and inviolable existence.

When facing an angel, anyone will involuntarily lower his head to show respect and awe.

Mercer looked at the angel in front of him. He only thought she was beautiful and simple, but he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​surrendering.

The villagers said he was the son of evil, and maybe he was. Mercer couldn't help but think so.

Mercer was an orphan in a small village under the Black Rock Mountains. He was abandoned at the foot of the mountain at birth. An orphaned old man in the village found him and picked him up to raise him.

Since he was a child, Mochel has lived a hard life, and because of his evil hair color and eye color, he was hated by the people in the village, and was bullied and isolated by children of the same age.

At the age of ten, after the old man died of old age, Mochel had no support.

He was too young to go hunting in the mountains, and had to grow his own crops for a living. Every now and then, children would come and destroy his fields, and those children would always shout that Mercer was a big devil and would bring disaster.

Little Mitchell was helpless until one day, when he found that when he appeared to believe in the **** of light, the attitude of the villagers to him changed accordingly.

The God of Light is the only light of redemption that little Mitchell in predicament can grasp.

He became a believer of the light and came to the small church in the village to pray every day. There used to be a pastor in the church. The pastor was very satisfied with his sincerity and said that he would bless him when he became an adult.

Now that Mercer is sixteen years old, he followed the old hunters in the village to Black Rock Mountain a few days ago to learn how to hunt for the first time.

If there is no accident, he will, like other villagers, make a living by hunting in the mountains, pass his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen, and then find a suitable wife to build his own family.

Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction, as Mercer originally thought.

Unfortunately, there are always countless unexpected things happening in the world, disrupting the original plan.

On the day that Mercer came back from hunting, countless wild beasts rushed down the mountain and invaded this small village. The village suffered heavy casualties. Some people were trampled to death, some were torn off their arms by beasts, and some children were eaten. Gotta leave some wreckage.

The fields and houses in the village were all destroyed. In desperation and grief, people believed that the devil, Mochel, had attracted the beast.

Otherwise, why didn't such a thing happen before, but on the day that Mercer entered the mountain, it happened?

Mercer was **** by angry villagers and imprisoned in the temple.

The world knows that devout believers can receive blessings from the gods through prayer.

They put a bowl of turbid water in front of him and asked him to repent to the gods. As long as the water became clear the next day, it meant that the gods had forgiven him, and the villagers would not do anything to him.

If the water remained cloudy, they would hang him on the gallows and burn him to death as a demon.

"So it is, poor boy."

After listening to the boy's narration, the angel sighed softly.

"It's not your fault, I'll help you."

Hearing this, Mochel's eyes suddenly brightened.

The angel flapped his wings slowly and really fell to the ground. It was only then that Mercer noticed that there was nothing on the angel's feet, her toes were as white as snow on the top of a mountain, and her slender ankles were soft and moving, like a flower branch that would break if it was broken.

She approached him step by step, her petite feet on the dirty floor, but not a trace of dust.

When she came to him, she slowly bent down, and her long platinum wavy hair slipped, bringing an indescribable fragrance.

An extremely soft hand stretched out, suspended above the water bowl, and the shards of light like broken stars slowly fell, the light fell into the turbid mud water, and the bowl of water gradually became crystal clear.

Mercer watched all this closely, his eyes originally fell on the bowl, and then involuntarily moved to the angel.

Her slender light golden eyelashes, her fingertips glowing with a little pink, every strand of hair, every white feather on her wings, are so flawless, like the most beautiful and pure creation in the world.

He didn't have any feelings in his heart, only the shock of being shocked by the ultimate beauty.

After the angel finished purifying the bowl of water, he straightened up again and made a blessing to Mochel. Mochel suddenly felt that his whole body was full of energy that could not be used up.

"Please believe that the Father is watching every devout person in heaven, and the Lord is with you."

The angel's voice is soft and soothing, reminiscent of beautiful music, or the gentle whispers of a mother.

Mercer knelt on the ground, looked up at her, and said with a pious face: "Praise the God of Light, I will always follow the revelation of the Father, and always believe in the light of the Father."

The angel smiled and nodded with satisfaction. She flapped her wings, and her figure gradually changed from solid to virtual, and finally disappeared.

A pure white feather fluttered and fell from the air and landed in front of Mochel.

He stared at the feather, his eyes surprisingly bright.

It's a pity that his hands and feet are tied and he can't get it.

After thinking for a while, he leaned down, lowered his head, lay on the ground with difficulty, and picked up the feather with his lips.