"Yo, Little Yan is nervous—your face is all red." Seeing Angel Yan's expression change, Angel Leng immediately teased her.
"Haha, Leng Jie, stop making fun of Yan Jie. This involves love, after all. When you run into something like this, you'll definitely be nervous too."
"Hmph, I don't want to be a guardian Angel. I want to stay by the Queen's side and keep fighting forever!"
As she spoke, Angel Leng's face filled with longing as she fantasized, "How can a warrior become obsessed with love and romance? I hope that one day, on the battlefield, countless evil male Demons will pounce on me like hungry tigers... while I stand atop their pile of corpses and fight with everything I have! Shouting, 'Justice shall prevail!' Even if I die in battle, my beautiful body will remain standing!"
But fantasies were full, while reality was brutal. Angel Yan ruthlessly burst her bubble. "You're overthinking it. Angels' wars are incredibly dangerous. Most of the time, we don't die prettily."
"..."
Angel Leng was speechless.
Was it a crime to fantasize a little?
She snorted. "Nothing has ever looked good when I'm with you."
From that brief sentence alone, it was obvious that there was definitely a story between them.
Still, Angel Leng did not deny that Angel Yan was telling the truth.
For Angels to establish the Justice Order led by Holy Kaisha's will throughout the universe, they not only had to protect low-level civilizations that faced higher civilizations without the power to resist. Even if they merely stationed one Angel on every life-bearing planet scattered across the universe, it would already be an unimaginably massive undertaking.
The fact that the ideals of the Justice Order could now be spread throughout the universe was truly the result of sacrificing countless Angel warriors'