"Don't make such a fuss. They're just Angels, not like you've never seen them before."
Constantine adjusted his hair and flew toward the best-built Angel in the field. It was rare to encounter Angels, so of course he had to ask one out. Uh, if he took an Angel to a hotel, would it be free? After all, it would be a place blessed by an Angel.
Seeing this, Wade immediately copied Constantine and adjusted his hair—uh, his mask—then confidently strode toward the Angels. With Deadpool's peerless good looks, there was no way he couldn't pick up an Angel.
The next second, Constantine and Wade were both sent flying back by the Angels. If Susan and Spider-Gwen had not promptly stepped in front of the Angels, the two of them would probably have been crippled or even beaten to death by the enraged Angels.
God's fate was currently unknown, so naturally, these Angels were in no mood to be pleasant.
An Archangel shouted, "We must go back and help God! That King of Abilities is despicable and shameless. God is in danger."
"What good would going back do? One word from him, and we were transferred here."
Angela said irritably. The Archangel glared at her. "You still have the nerve to speak? You damned Demon King, if not for you, how could God have been ambushed? Tell me, are you working with the King of Abilities?"
"Utter nonsense. If I were working with the King of Abilities, I would have killed you long ago."
Angela cursed. "Besides, didn't you see? I was merely bait, not a real means of attack at all."
The Archangel was about to explode when another Archangel said, "Leave Angela's matter for God to deal with. We shouldn't be arguing now. We should be figuring out