At Harry's home.
Six wings glittered behind Yang Bo, and a golden ring hovered above his head.
With the wings and Angel Halo equipped, Yang Bo radiated a sacred glow that made people feel an irresistible urge to worship him.
He looked nothing like the traditional angels of this world, bearing more of a resemblance to the angels in his memories.
As Yang Bo had expected, crafting the Seraphim wings required eight [Principality Angel Wings].
"How do I look, Harry?"
Looking at Yang Bo's current appearance, Harry nearly dropped to his knees. When he heard Yang Bo's question, he asked rather nervously:
"Mister Yang Bo, are you an angel?"
"Hmm... in a sense, I suppose I am."
As he spoke, Yang Bo reached for the halo above his head. The Angel Aura, originally made of light, became solid the instant he touched it.
Then Yang Bo simply took it off.
Harry stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. When he had arrived on the top floor of Osborn Tower, Yang Bo had already been wearing that halo.
"You... took it off?"
He could accept that someone like Yang Bo, who killed without batting an eye, was an angel. But seeing him simply take off an angel's Angel Aura was far too much of a shock.
That wasn't scientific. It wasn't very godly, either.
Hearing Harry's muttering, Yang Bo chuckled and pressed the Angel Aura in his hand onto Harry's head.
Harry's eyes changed in an instant. His look of disbelief became perfectly calm, and his eyes shone with wisdom.
A sacred aura also began to emanate from him.
The Angel Aura had no stats, but it could calm people down and provide a special kind of energy.
Yang Bo called it holy light.
Although holy light could only ward off