436. Two Angels?

The most common way to describe "showing off" is to intimidate others with your power.

Power can come from many sources, such as personal prestige, authority, strength, or manner of appearance; there is no fixed rule.

The manifestation of power varies at different times and in different situations.

However, despite the ever-changing circumstances, one thing remains constant.

Can do what others cannot!

Whether it's strength, power, or ability, if you want to use your influence to overpower others and achieve a showy effect, the most important thing is to be able to do what others cannot. Otherwise, it's not showing off, but rather trying to demonstrate your skills in front of an expert.

Therefore, to achieve the best effect of showing off, your entrance must be truly impressive.

Palace of Versailles was filled with laughter and merriment, as if everyone was basking in the joy of the Atlanteans' departure. However, most knew that beneath that laughter lay countless sneers and greedy glances.

Since learning of the angel's arrival, most members of the Western Alliance have smiled—genuine smiles.

Even though they were equally wary of the angels, that didn't stop them from hoping that the angels and Li Hao would fight each other so that they could reap the benefits.

Noon arrived quickly.

The sun shone lazily, its rays cascading down from the sky like a waterfall, illuminating Palace of Versailles and its surroundings as if they were a sacred place.

There were quite a few onlookers outside the Palace of Versailles.

Among them were not only France people, but also civilians from the United States, the East, and other countries in the Western Alliance.

Their purpose in coming was simple: they wanted to see the mysterious sage from the East, to know what kind of being had saved the France, and to find out if the being capable of freezing the Atlantic Ocean with a single arrow possessed three heads and six arms.

Many people travel in groups.

A burly Western man with a thick beard looked up at the distant Palace of Versailles and said, "Hey, Charles, have you seen the saint from the East?"

A tall, thin, bald, middle-aged Western man shrugged and said helplessly, "No, perhaps that Eastern sage has already arrived."

"No, if the Eastern Sage were to arrive, Palace of Versailles would not be so peaceful."

"That's true, but are you sure we can see the Eastern Sage here?"

"Who knows? Maybe."

"What kind of person do you think this Eastern sage is?"

"He must be an extremely powerful magician, the really powerful kind."

"Ha, just powerful cultivators from the East. Saints? It's all just hype. We in the West also have powerful mages and paladins."

"Hmm, since the West also has powerful mages and paladins, why didn't they step in when the France encountered problems, but instead had a saint from the East save France?"

"Tsk tsk, are you implying that the powerful mages in the West haven't received the news yet, or that they haven't had time to act?"

"Hmph, they're only holding back because of the treaty of the Western World Alliance. If it weren't for those damned Easterners' disregard for rules, the great task of saving the France would have fallen into the hands of our great Western mages."

"Tch, why don't you say your angels have already descended, but were unable to save France due to national autonomy? Why don't you say all of this is the best of the best France? What's above Palace of Versailles?"

A traveler from the East was making sarcastic remarks about white supremacists in the West when he suddenly noticed the view above Palace of Versailles.

A beam of light!

White light!

The light was so bright that it obscured the sun's brilliance, but it was not dazzling.

Soft!

Warmth!

Holy!

Not to be desecrated!

This is sacred radiance, an inviolable holy light.

Just as the Eastern travelers noticed the strange phenomenon at Palace of Versailles, others also began to notice the unusual occurrences not far away.

The light was brilliant, like another sun hanging in the sky.

People who looked up at the enormous sphere of light above the Palace of Versailles were all filled with astonishment.

"What's this?"

"Such warm light, it feels like I've entered Heaven, sacred and peaceful."

"Could this be the light from Heaven?"

"Look, there seems to be someone in the holy light."

"Huh, there really is someone, but the light is too strong. Although it's not dazzling, it's so white that you can't see anything clearly."

"Could this be a sage from the East?"

"Pah! Such power must belong to an angel!"

Just as people were discussing it, the huge sphere of light above Palace of Versailles suddenly exploded. Countless specks of holy light descended from the sky, like a misty drizzle formed from holy light.

As the holy light descended, ordinary people immediately felt incredibly refreshed, as if soaking in a warm and soothing hot spring, their bodies feeling cleansed and purified. Those engaged in cultivation felt their practice progress, as if they had arrived at a sacred place for cultivation.

As the holy light exploded, the entity hidden within it finally revealed its true form.

Angel!

Six-winged angel!

A face of unparalleled beauty, an inviolable majesty, and a sacred and noble aura.

She descended slowly from the sky, her three pairs of wings fluttering gently behind her, scattering specks of holy light, as if she had her own special entrance effects.

Moreover, when people looked at the slowly descending angel, they felt as if they were in a dream.

I can't see it clearly!

Unfathomable!

Unpredictable!

Although the intense light had faded, she seemed to possess a special magic that made her impossible to see clearly, as if it were all a dream.

But even this alone is enough to be shocking, truly shocking.

The traveler from the East was completely bewildered, exclaiming in disbelief, "They really are angels!"

The white man, his face flushed with excitement, threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, an angel! My God, it really is an angel! God must have sensed our devotion!"

Meanwhile, at the Palace of Versailles.

When the angels descended, everyone involuntarily left the palace and came to the square in front of it.

They looked up at the six-winged angel standing dozens of meters above the square, which they could not make out clearly no matter what they did, and everyone's expression changed slightly. Among them, the president of France was the most shocked, and he did not know what to say as he looked at the angel descending from the sky.

Of course, there are many people in the crowd who know the inside story, or who think they know the inside story.

The Prime Minister of the Eagle Kingdom looked at the Prime Minister of Italy, his eyes filled with doubt.

That expression seemed to say, "The angel's early arrival—is there some plan behind it?"

The Italian Prime Minister was equally perplexed.

He had never seen a real angel; he only received information about them from the Pope.

Although the Prime Minister has never seen the angels in person, he is certain that angels have descended to earth, because that pure holy light is something that mortals could never achieve.

The Italian Prime Minister did not understand or know anything about the angel before him.

He approached the cardinal of the Holy See discreetly and cautiously inquired in a low voice, "Your Excellency, what are your plans, Your Honor, Your Messenger?"

The cardinal narrowed his eyes slightly, his face twitched slightly, and he remained silent.

You're asking me?! Who am I supposed to ask?!

He roared inwardly, filled with the same confusion.

Because the angel before them was not the one sent by the Holy See, at least not the one His Excellency the Cardinal was familiar with. However, although the person was not the same, the aura of holy light was equally pure and flawless, and the powerful aura was undeniable.

Therefore, the angel before you is the real deal!

That's precisely why the cardinal became even more puzzled.

He had not received any relevant orders prior to this.

The cardinal took a deep breath and turned to look at the distance.

He was an exceptionally handsome, tall, blond man. His stunning face resembled a Greek sculpture by a master, and the curves of his body were as graceful as a Beethoven melody, perfectly natural.

What's most remarkable is his temperament: peaceful, pure, and otherworldly.

This was one of the angels who descended.

More accurately, this is the shell of an angel.

Contrary to popular belief, angels do not have handsome faces or white, cloud-like wings. True angels do not have a specific form; they are energy life forms that transcend matter and can be said to possess countless forms.

They wish to descend to the mortal realm, requiring the use of a physical body—similar to the Eastern concept of possession.

However, unlike possession, the Holy See has a large number of fanatical believers who want to become the bodies of angels. They voluntarily offer everything they have in order to pray for the angels' glory to descend.

As the cardinal looked at the angel, Sivir also set her sights on her colleague.

No, it should be said that they are practitioners of holy light.

She glanced indifferently at the angel below, but made no aggressive gestures, nor did she show the slightest hostility.

Sivir parted her red lips slightly, her voice like a divine hymn that cleanses the soul. "Sivir has come by the command of my lord."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately awoke from their reverie.

People looked at each other in bewilderment.

host?

The master of an angel!

In this world, who else could be hailed as a master by angels?

Before anyone could speak, the angel who had descended to the mortal realm could no longer contain himself.

It's one thing for someone to impersonate one of our angels, but to even try to impersonate our Lord and deliver commands—can we tolerate such a thing?

Of course, we can't tolerate it.

Intense holy light rose from the angel's body, transforming into a pair of enormous wings that spread out to be over ten feet long.

He reached the same height as Sivir, his eyes turning crimson-white, like two dazzling, unapproachable suns, and coldly declared, "Impersonating an angel, impersonating my lord to deliver orders. Sinner, do you wish to provoke Heaven?"

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene above, unable to process what they were seeing.

What's going on?!

Two angels!?

Most importantly, they impersonated angels, appearing to be our Lord to deliver commands.

Oops, what's going on here?

Sivir's lips curled slightly, and a smile that could move heaven and earth appeared on her exquisite face.

Just as my lord had said, the fish took the bait.

This play can't go on without the supporting actors.

Sivir's red lips parted slightly as she asked, "Who are you?"

The handsome blond man calmly replied, "Heaven Augustus, under the command of Archangel Gabriel."