After General Morton finished speaking, he fixed his gaze on the six-winged figure atop the Celestial Ladder platform, waiting for Michael's response.
However, the figure seemed in no hurry at all.
Because of the distance, Morton could not make out the expression on Michael's face, but he could feel that the other party was scrutinizing him.
The old man said impatiently, "Michael, don't you want to find Your Lord?"
At last, those words drew a reaction from Michael. Morton then heard a stream of musical words.
It was the language of angels, utterly different from that of humans.
The voices of these beings were clear and pleasant, and their language sounded like music. That was why hymns had come into existence in the Christian Church.
They were imitations of the angels' language. The founders believed that imitating the angels' speech could bring humanity closer to the Almighty God.
Morton was not an angel, so he could not understand a single word. But he was Michael's proxy, and thus he naturally understood what Michael was saying.
"Humans. Still as primitive, savage, crude, violent, sinister, and despicable as ever."
"Mm, those are not my words. They are 'Morningstar's' assessment of your species."
"Although he defied Your Lord's will and was therefore stripped of his 'blessing,' causing his Wings of Radiance to be stained by darkness and turning him into a fallen Devil."
"Still, I agree with some of the things he said, such as his assessment of humanity."
"I do not know how a primitive species like yours gained Your Lord's favor."
"Perhaps he created you in his own image. Unfortunately, although he gave you appearances resembling his own, he did not grant you the same noble qualities or flawless wisdom."
"He always said that only then could you walk an entirely