The morning sun has risen and morning has already arrived.
As time goes by, more and more people are walking on the streets of Tansley City.
Tansley City is as prosperous as ever, and has not been affected at all by last night's incident. The death of a few angels may make most of the forces on the Hongyu Continent feel panic and depression, but it cannot affect Tansley City.
Among these ordinary people.
Life is rarely confusing, and there are some things that you are much luckier not knowing than knowing.
"Oh my god, what is that? Angels, I actually saw three angels!"
"What kind of big shot lives in this inn? There are three angels kneeling here to guard the door for him!"
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On the avenue in front of the inn, more and more people are coming and going. This inn with three angels kneeling at the door is undoubtedly the most attractive to passers-by.
Behind the three Montanas, the pair of white wings that represented their angelic status had now become a symbol of their shame.
The legend of angels has been widely circulated among ordinary people. In the legend, angels represent holiness and perfection. But at this moment, the three of them can only kneel here pitifully, especially the one behind them.
To the wings, everyone who passes by can clearly know their angelic status that they were proud of in the past.
If they still have the ability to move at this moment, I'm afraid what they want to do most is to find a piece of tofu and kill them, because at least that will be much better than now!
They are kneeling here in shame and conspicuousness at this moment. This is not only their shame, but also the shame of the Church of Light. Even the supreme God of Light behind them will probably be shamed by this.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way right away!" Waves of shouting clearly reached the ears of everyone watching nearby, and several bishops in white robes hurried over with a group of ordinary missionaries.
These people were the responsible personnel of the Church of Light stationed in the city of Tansley. After hearing about three angels kneeling at the door of an inn, these people rushed over immediately.
Tansley City is just the main city of a small principality. Such a city is not worthy of the Light Church sending a strong man of the level of a cardinal to garrison it. These white-clothed bishops in front of them can already be said to have been placed by the Light Church in Tansley.
Sli City has the strongest force on the surface.
The white-clothed bishops of the Church of Light must at least have this innate level to be qualified to serve. The same is true for the white-clothed bishops in front of me. The strongest one among them has already reached the innate peak, just one step away.
It is possible to step into the Holy Order. If there are not too many variables, such strength is indeed enough to be stationed in the main city of a principality.
"Master Montana, Master Camille, what's wrong with you!" He hurriedly ran to the three kneeling angels in a few steps, and the white-clothed bishops were about to step forward and help the three Montanas up.
"Boom..." There was a muffled sound. Just as the white-clothed bishops came into contact with the three Montanas, a terrifying counterattack force suddenly came, knocking these people away and falling to the ground.
On the ground ten feet away, rubble was scattered in all directions.
The white-clothed bishops' faces were ashen, and they climbed up from the ground. Unwilling to admit defeat, they took a few steps to the side of Montana and the three of them. Under the holy white light, the white-clothed bishops once again stretched out their hands to help them.
The Three Angels of Montana.
"Boom..." There was another loud noise, and this time the white-clothed bishops were blown further away, a full ten feet away, before the three of them fell down.
When encountering something like this, the faces of these white-clothed bishops suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"What's going on? Bishop Chelman in white, do you need our help?" Just when these bishops in white were in a dilemma, a voice like the sound of nature suddenly sounded in his ears.
Looking around, in the sight of these white-clothed bishops, a magician dressed in black robes and a burly man dressed as a fighter were separating from the crowd and walking towards them.
Seeing these two people coming over, these white-clothed bishops felt even more embarrassed. If there was a hole in the ground that they could crawl into, I'm afraid they would choose to crawl into it without hesitation.
Although these white-clothed bishops had this idea in their hearts, they also understood the seriousness of the matter. The most urgent task at hand was to rescue those angels first.
The three angels were still kneeling there in front of everyone. Looking at this situation, the three angels and others must have been restrained and lost their ability to move.
"Wales Law Saint, Kurt Fighting Saint, you two are here just in time, let's see if you can help us rescue the three angels first!" Of these two people, one belongs to the Magic Holy Land and the other belongs to the Fighter.
Alliance, although in normal times, the Church of Light has these small conflicts with it, on the surface the relationship between the parties is considered harmonious. At this moment, these white-clothed bishops do not care about others and only hope that these two people
He also had the ability to rescue the three angels first.
He is only at the peak of his innate strength. In terms of absolute strength, he is far inferior to these two people. After all, these two people are both figures who have already broken through the holy level.
"Don't worry, Cheerman. After all, we have been old friends for decades. It's rare for you to ask us, and we will definitely try our best to help!" The fighter promised with a meaningful smile.
"Cheerman, your business is our business. Whatever you can't do, we will do it for you!" The magician also smiled brightly at this moment and nodded.
"Then I'll thank you both!" Although the white-clothed Bishop Chermann could clearly hear the strong sarcasm in their words, at this moment, Chermann also knew that it was not the time to care about these things.
Walking up to the still kneeling Montana trio, Wells and Kurt carefully inspected the situation, the expressions on their faces becoming more and more cautious.
"What's wrong, Wells and Kurt, are you two powerful saints unable to do anything about this matter?" Seeing the cautious expressions on their faces, the white-clothed Bishop Chermann couldn't help but feel anxious.
Asked.
"Hmph, can it be difficult for a small magic circle to hold me?" As if he was very dissatisfied with Chelman's words, the magician Wells snorted coldly and said: "Look, if I break this thing now, I will
Three angels rescue me!"
Wells stretched out his hand, and a basketball-sized flame appeared on his fingertips. Wells took a deep breath and blew hard at the fireball. The fireball shrank rapidly and turned into a little spark that continued to stay there.
Wells' hands.
Chapter completed!