A car.
Not an ordinary car.
The wedding procession consisted entirely of enlarged, widened black SUVs.
Because of the one-way windows, the people standing on the sidewalk could not see the passengers inside at all.
Soon.
The procession arrived at the hotel's main entrance.
It came to a stop.
The car doors opened.
A group of "suited thugs" entered the people's view.
They were none other than the Imperial Guard Astartes, all dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses. The genetic source of these guards was Mylon.
What truly attracted the onlookers' attention and drew their exclamations was Mylon, who was also dressed in a suit but stood nearly three meters tall.
Fanxing, dressed in a red cheongsam, got out of the car alongside Mylon.
After being carefully made up by humanity's finest makeup artists, her already exquisite features had become even more stunning. Combined with her golden hair pinned up and her graceful, captivating figure, she immediately drew the eyes of every human man present.
The elites, Gurlos, Gnolls, and other races merely found it astonishing. After all, the aesthetics of different species were entirely different.
Fanxing stepped out of the car with her wings folded and took Mylon's left arm of her own accord, preparing to enter Hafa's most luxurious hotel with him.
Just then...
"Oh my God... Angels... They're angels!"
"God... Jesus... Saint Mother Maria, bless us..."
"Jesus is fake. You should say the Forerunners instead!... The Forerunners..."
The crowd watching from the sidewalk suddenly grew agitated. They pointed toward the sky while shouting something about angels.
Looking up.
They saw more than a hundred Female Angels, their white wings spread wide, dressed in equally white dresses and wearing green olive branches on their heads.
These angels wore white safety shorts, preventing the human perverts from catching