My vests are all big guys

The sky was bright.

The bright beams from the sky gently fell down, clear and shining like the powder of golden gemstones.

The golden-haired, red-eyed angel held a red lightsaber.

The fiery red color seemed to burn everything, and the pure white hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, and the silk like a milky waterfall rippled, stirring up waves little by little.

His pupils were the same color as his sword, bright and hot, and the red flames jumped happily, but the expression in his eyes seemed so indifferent.

"In this battle, we will win for God."

In front of him was a large area of ​​pure white, and countless angels knelt on the snow-white clouds. Their bodies were pure white like snow, which was a clean and pure color. Looking at it this way, it seemed that there was no difference.

Their eyes were also the same admiration and trust.

"Yes, Archangel."

The boiling voice seemed to penetrate the clouds.

"Bring victory to my God!"

*

Blurred fragments flashed quickly in my mind.

Bai Xuan stood in front of the silver-haired and silver-eyed angel who was firmly imprisoned by chains, looking down at him expressionlessly.

The pure white two-winged angel was pierced by the chains filled with black air.

The golden blood kept flowing, dripping on the dark ground, splashing shallow waves. The skin of the silver-haired angel was pale and illusory, and the sharp top of the chain passed through his body, adding a bit of sadistic beauty to him.

Angry.

He just felt angry.

The surging golden light burst out, like a golden flame, wrapping the whole blond boy in it.

The unknown power in the chest spread all over the body, and the angry and sad emotions filled his heart.

Bai Xuan closed his eyes, restrained the anger in his heart, and also restrained the power gushing out of his body.

"Who did it?"

The angel's eyes were full of sadness. He was no longer able to approach the archangel he most respected. His body was gradually weakening and his soul was slowly dissipating.

"I finally waited for you, sir..."

The voice was as clear and transparent as he was.

He raised his slender hand with great effort, and the hand was so pale that it was almost transparent.

As if waiting for the person in front of him to respond.

The boy looked at him quietly.

"Adre, is that you?"

That was an angel in his memory that was suddenly stuffed into his head.

A young,

pure white, weak two-winged angel.

The Michael in his memory was dazzling and bright, and people only dared to look up to him, not to blaspheme. The two were as different as heaven and earth.

The only intersection between them was on the battlefield, when the powerful Seraphim saved an ordinary and weak lower angel.

It was just a lower angel that could be seen everywhere, but Michael's memory was still clear.

The silver-haired angel looked at him blankly, and suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and his tone was crazy.

"Sir, the devil will wake up, leave quickly... leave quickly——"

His words suddenly stopped at this moment.

"Ah——"

The chains on his body seemed to come alive, like a pitch-black venomous snake climbing around his body, lingering, and the sharp tips of the chains went deeper into his body.

Bai Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he finally stopped restraining the sudden and powerful power in his body.

The dazzling golden light, as brilliant as flames, emanated from him.

The boy's limbs began to grow violently, his slender arms and legs stretched a little bit, his long hair, as gorgeous as the sun, became longer and longer, his skin became whiter, his facial contours gradually became three-dimensional, and his eyebrows became deeper with age.

The wine-red pupils were like the most dazzling agate stone, which made people intoxicated.

His body was in severe pain due to the sudden growth, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

It seemed that something was about to bloom on his slender back.

He couldn't help but arch his body.

Six snow-white wings gently spread behind him.

The golden-haired, red-eyed angel walked out of the holy and bright golden light.

He quietly looked at the inky black chain and the silver-haired angel imprisoned by it.

In his porcelain-like hand, a long sword that was as red as smelted by fire and flashed with nameless golden characters suddenly appeared.

With a clang.

The holy and dazzling sword mercilessly cut through the air and the cold black chain.

The dazzling red-gold brilliance rendered the whole room.

Even the weak silver-haired angel seemed to be more vivid.

The chain that seemed to have life was afraid and desperately wanted to escape the moment the sword cut through it.

At the moment it was about to escape.

The boundless sword shadow blocked all its retreat routes and cut it into ashes.

It seemed that a scream was heard, and the chain disappeared.

The system popped up a message again.

[You are in the awakened state and are already a mature Seraphim]

[Angel positions are divided into three levels, upper angels

: Seraphim, Cherubim, and Throne. Middle-level angels: Archangel, Power Angel, Power Angel. Lower-level angels: Power Angel, Archangel, Cherub. 】

[Your subordinate: Adele (Archangel) is seriously injured. Do you want to start treatment? 】

[Yes/No]

Naturally, he clicked yes immediately.

The pale golden dots of light jumped lively, swayed, and swayed to the weak Archangel.

But the angel's figure continued to dissipate.

[Alarm, alarm - too serious injury - treatment failed, treatment failed -]

Adlie looked gentle and didn't seem to care about the death he was about to face.

He opened his mouth slightly.

"Welcome back, my lord."

The young man didn't understand very much, "Are you staying here just to wait for me?"

Adlie looked at him without answering. His long silver hair was spread around his body, as bright as the Milky Way in the sky.

The dark room suddenly became completely white.

The solemn bells suddenly rang in my ears, and the silver-haired angel in front of me gradually disappeared with a smile.

There was a knock outside the door.

A bright light came in.

Bai Xuan turned his head blankly and met Yan Yao's eyes.

"..."

Yan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "You're fine. What happened? The door suddenly opened by itself just now."

Bai Xuan narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "It's nothing. I probably read a strange story and felt a little sad."

Fortunately, his wings folded up at some point, and he changed back.

But why didn't the angel say anything?

*

"Why destroy this place?"

Ji Wenxuan looked confused.

The little devil shook his head, and the horns on his head swayed.

"Can't say."

His expression suddenly changed, and his face turned pale.

He clutched his chest in pain.

"How could it be? He...is dead?"

He entered this place in order to hunt him down, and his sworn enemy who had been living with him for tens of thousands of years died unexpectedly.

Ji Wenxuan pursed his lips.

He didn't expect that the demon could sense the angel's death.

What on earth cannot be said?

He suddenly heard the countless transparent threads that controlled the puppet.

Or is that thing even able to control angels and demons?

Ji Wenxuan held down the little devil's shoulders, and blood-red power entered his petite body.

Fortunately.

His power is not isolated from that of the Imp.

Although the demon clan and the demon clan are not the same power system,

, but with his strength, he can already switch the power system.

The little devil was finally not in so much pain, and he raised his head with difficulty.

"Go to the ball and destroy it. Free us. I've been waiting for that guy to be dead for a long, long time."

He thought that guy would at least kill him, but he didn't expect that he suddenly disappeared today.

So envious.

He also wanted to sleep hard.

*

Wang Chengyang really wanted to cry now. He held up the skirt of his lower body and thought hard.

How did she become Cinderella?

A big old man.

Are they blind? Can't see it at all?

"Cinderella, you can't go to the ball today."

Dusula, who had looked shy in front of Bai Xuan before, put her hands on her hips and said domineeringly.

"Yes, you have to pick up the beans that fall on the ground one by one, hahahahaha."

Cinderella's eldest sister, Anatasha, covered half of her face with a fan and smiled sinisterly.

Wang Chengyang didn't want to go to that so-called dance at all.

But his previous experiences told him that the dance was very important.

It's an important clue for him to leave here.

Follow the plot of the fairy tale.

After his stepmother and two sisters are gone, a fairy godmother comes to fulfill his wishes.

But suddenly he no longer wanted to wait for the fairy godmother.

Because this place is filled with a strong sense of disobedience, and the supernatural powers in the body are constantly sounding alarms, as if there is some crisis hidden under this false peace.

He tried to make a smile.

"Yes, sister."

He had to go to the ball, but it wasn't his fairy godmother who took him there.

The ability of [Danger Alert] told him so.

So first he had to pester his stepmother and sisters to go to the prom.

"But all the girls in the city have to go. If I don't go, are you lying to Her Majesty the Queen?"

He deliberately opened his eyes with watery eyes and said angrily.

The two sisters had dark faces and turned away angrily.

Yeah, the plan works.

Yue, why did he learn so much.

Wang Chengyang suddenly felt confused.

Damn it, no matter what, he had to find the captain and the others quickly.