Chapter 2227
Alvin had never expected these angels to go to such lengths just to come here and die. They'd even arranged a live broadcast.
When Stark told him the event was being broadcast outside, Alvin could hardly believe it.
Who had that kind of nerve? This was clearly a suicide mission, and they'd invited the whole world to watch!
Those prayers, which sounded like lines from a movie, turned the angels who'd killed themselves into "glorious angels" who had sacrificed themselves to punish evil.
In the eyes of the public, these angels had died gloriously. But since they'd died in Hell's Kitchen, they'd left Alvin with a huge headache.
Compared to dealing with those irrational believers, Alvin would rather go to Hell and fight demons.
As if sensing Alvin's displeasure, Stark raised a high-definition camera and said with a grin, "Hurry up and fly around. Strike a few poses. When it comes to broadcasting, those angels aren't fit to shine our shoes."
Alvin reluctantly rose to a height of one meter. Stark clicked his tongue and said, "All right, I can handle the live post-production for you. I found someone named Quentin Beck who's taken over the special-effects projection technology I developed in Nidavellir. He's put together an ultra-realistic effects system.
"You look great right now. This'll save us a lot of work."
Alvin spread his arms in a pose that seemed to embrace the world, then asked impatiently, "What am I supposed to say?"
Stark sounded even more impatient. "Anything. You can just count, if you want. We'll add special-effects voice-over and make you sound a hundred times more imposing than those angels."
"I'm becoming Mr. Numbers now?" Alvin said, a little uncomfortable. "That's not good. It makes me look like I'm not taking this seriously!"
Stark ignored