The Soul Lamp flickered, casting a cold, desolate glow.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said,
"Resurrecting them would have been a real headache for the old me, but now, it should be a breeze."
Those angels were all formidable fighters, especially their leader, the newly appointed Angel Chief. In this godless world, her strength was no less than that of the former Matriarch. By the Main Universe's ranking system, she was at least an Ancient God-level being.
The other angels were a little weaker, but they were still unquestionably Root-Level.
Otherwise, how could they have protected their Demon Lord's legacy in the Abyss and preserved it to this day?
Buzzz-
Lynn abruptly spread his fingers.
The Soul Lamp before him instantly blazed with a dazzling, spectral blue light. Countless soul spirits drifted out of it like wisps of smoke, swirling around him.
Lynn looked up and said,
"Sorry for the wait. If you're still willing to see me as the Violet Great Lord, then I certainly won't let you down. I'll make you my new personal guard and lead you to victory in this final battle!"
Zuo Zuo said, Ծ‸Ծ, "So you really aren't just trying to get a maid corps of your own?"
Bam-
Zuo Zuo was instantly subdued.
Eyes closed and fist raised, Lynn said,
"Don't just blurt out weird things like that! I have absolutely no interest in a maid corps! Who do you think I am, that Great Lord? Collecting a bunch of witches to wait on me? I don't have the time or inclination for that! My mind is perfectly healthy, and my morals are beyond reproach!"
Although, if those lovely angels were willing to attend to his daily needs, he would put up a little token resistance before accepting.
But only on the condition