Hevenheim was like two triangular multilayer sandwiches floating through space together. A gap roughly two kilometers wide lay between the two massive slabs, and people on either side had to fly or take spacecraft to travel between them.
"Some people might ask: don't all angels have wings? Why are there vehicles like spacecraft here?"
The group followed the sewers to the edge of the middle slab. But this was an outlet, where the city's sewage passed directly through the protective barrier and was discharged into space. They still had no clue where the palace was. Deadpool simply resumed talking to himself.
"That's because angels like stealing children too. Take Angela—they stole her. Besides Odin's daughter, they stole lots and lots of children from other races and brought them back to raise, like pets. It's completely twisted, but kind of exciting too. Hehehe. Come on, send some gifts, hit that follow button. Whenever I'm not sleeping, I'm streaming."
Deathstroke, clinging to the mouth of the drainage pipe, listened without comment. He watched spacecraft shuttle back and forth between the slabs like dense flying shuttles, pondering something.
Aside from Deadpool's usual exaggeration, things were more or less as his cousin had said. It was just that Angela was the Angel Queen's pet, so she received better treatment and was almost on equal footing with the Angel Warriors.
The other abducted children had not been fortunate enough to become warriors.
After all, angels did not engage in production. They needed vassal races to ensure Hevenheim's self-sufficiency in all kinds of daily supplies.
Thus, the other kidnapped children also lived in this dimension. Over the long years of exile, they multiplied in great numbers. Most had been thoroughly domesticated and turned into the angels' loyal servants.
They served as slave laborers, farming, building houses,