"Um... isn't your God here? He should be able to deal with this pretty easily, right?"
As soon as Yang Bo finished speaking, the angels around him turned to look at him, their eyes filled with anger. But that anger soon turned to sorrow.
*???*
What's going on? Did God kick the bucket? He's stronger than Mephisto, after all. Surely he couldn't have been killed off just like that.
Could the one at Harry's house really be God?
Yang Bo cautiously probed, "What happened to God?"
The angel who had saved Yang Bo said with a sorrowful expression, "He left."
"We've been abandoned."
Yang Bo's eyes instantly lit up, and he blurted out, "Good thing he abandoned you!"
"Ahem, sorry. What I mean is, God must have his own reasons. He might not have abandoned you."
"Who's your highest-ranking commander now? Can you take me to see him? I came here specifically to help you resolve the upheaval in Heaven."
He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from lifting. He couldn't help it-all he could think about now was how to trick these angels into coming with him.
Actually, he would rather lead a squad of armored angels. There was no other reason; they simply looked better. The traditional angels' wings weren't pure white but somewhat gray, and with those scraps of cloth they wore, their cool factor went straight down the drain.
The angel before him didn't agree to Yang Bo's request. Gently shaking his head, he said, "The Archangel is fighting stronger monsters and has no time to meet with you."
Stronger monsters? Could it be...
An idea popped into his head.
Are there Four-Winged Angels or even Six-Winged Angels? What kind of cliché setup is this?!
Yang Bo turned his gaze toward the tall tower radiating