Leaving aside Solam's dutiful sons, after Solam sent his demonic body into the Abyss, the angels in the sky all breathed heavy sighs of relief. That thing had put far too much pressure on them. In fact, just moments ago, those angels had already prepared themselves to die in battle.
Angels did not fear death, but as long as one was a living creature, no one could truly disregard their own life. Angels were no exception. They did not fear death in the fulfillment of their duties, of course, but if they had a choice, who would enjoy gambling with their own life?
How wonderful things were now. The threat was gone, no one had been hurt, and everyone was happy.
With the threat gone, the angels breathed a sigh of relief, but they also became immensely curious about Solam. A mortal had popped out of a demon's body—who would not be curious? They desperately wanted to know how Solam had done it, while also hoping to confirm exactly what Solam was.
Although they could no longer see much of a threat in Solam, it was better to get to the bottom of things.
And so, under the watchful gazes of the constructs, a group of angels slowly descended from the sky. Yet they did not immediately get a chance to approach Solam. As they landed, squads of constructs armed to the teeth surrounded them completely.
Solam was extremely weak right now. The constructs would never allow those angels near their master.
The seven demigod constructs—Herbert, Arael, Sariel, Uriel, Ariel, Candice, and Philomena—also slowly flew to Solam's side. They slowly dropped to one knee and offered their greetings and blessings to their master.
Solam had long developed a strong resistance to their rigid, mechanical mannerisms, so he found nothing strange