Death Angel (2)

The Shadow Red Dragon bared his teeth in a "smile," then sent a message through the fluctuations of his soul. "Boss, you're overthinking it. Those great beings live in their Divine Kingdoms in the Void, unimaginably far from both the Main World and our Mist World. Without a special summoning ritual or an object imbued with Divinity, they won't casually turn their attention to insignificant creatures like us. Besides, this is only a Legendary Rank Holy Light Angel. It can barely use a little impure Divine Power. It's just an entry-level Divine Artifact."

Toward the end, the Shadow Red Dragon sounded wistful. His pride as a True Dragon made him reluctant to call himself insignificant, but before a true Deity, he could not deny how weak he was.

Green nodded slightly. He had considerable faith in a True Dragon's inherited memories, and with Alshfaro's loyalty as high as [87], he believed the dragon would not lie to him.

His mind made up, Green wasted no time. He had Alshfaro extend half his body out and bring the three-meter-wide, winged metal sphere back to the Graveyard.

The young Red Dragon was over twenty meters long, and strength was no issue. In the blink of an eye, the metal sphere containing the Holy Light Angel vanished completely.

Green did not linger. He returned to Saint Tower Academy at once. After all, he was still an advanced student there.

By then, the surviving teachers had restored order to Saint Tower Academy, but its atmosphere would never be the same. At the crucial moment, President Nikolayevich had chosen to abandon the academy, leaving large numbers of apprentices and teachers to die in the allied otherworldly forces' Massacre. His choice had been understandable under the circumstances, but it had badly damaged his standing as Saint