The white buildings still radiated a warmth like sunlight, but now that glow was obscured by even more filth. Some places between the structures remained in ruins, while pairs of red-eyed angels patrolled overhead, seemingly searching for something.
Naturally, they were looking for Deathstroke and his group.
Their entry had been silent and stealthy. Gabriel had handled it quite well, but once they reached the gates of Seventh Heaven and stood on the cloud-made ground, he pulled out a massive key and said they could enter through the front gate instead of climbing walls tens of thousands of meters high.
There were angels patrolling above the walls, so it did seem rather inconvenient.
Su Ming had believed his nonsense and let him do it. The key did open the golden heavenly gate, but Gabriel had never mentioned that opening it came with sound and light effects.
The moment the gate opened a crack, holy light poured out from the gap. Rainbows shot into the sky like fireworks, and a large group of little angels with red irises and black pupils emerged from behind the gate, carrying all sorts of instruments and striking up a crazed, chaotic tune.
Forget the crazy angels of Heaven—even hibernating bears would have been woken by that noise.
Deathstroke drew his sword at light speed, beheading the little angels in the band with a single slash. Then Cloak wrapped around his teammates and carried them through the gap in the gate, where they found somewhere to hide.
There were huge numbers of crazy angels. They could kill them, but there was no need. They only needed to find the dog's soul and investigate the Reincarnation Pool. Why start an all-out war?
So while the red-eyed angels began searching for the intruders, Su Ming and his teammates