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In the sky.
The figure that flew out of the gate of heaven was shrouded in a white halo, noble and sacred.
She has long flowing golden hair, a pair of pure blue eyes like the sky, soft and moving facial features, skin as white and delicate as milk, and a figure that seems to have exhausted the limits of human imagination.
The clothes she was wearing were soft and thin, and the pure white surface glowed slightly in the sun. When swaying in the wind, they looked like rippling water, which was particularly elegant and beautiful.
Behind her, a pair of huge white wings spread out in the sky, and every feather seemed to emit white holy light in the sunlight, beautiful and holy.
As she flew, her huge wings vibrated slightly, and white feathers of light slowly fell from the sky, wrapped in holy white light, falling among the crowd, and then turning into light spots and flying around the moment they touched the human body.
A hazy glow enveloped the entire square.
For a moment, even the air seemed to become solemn and sacred.
In the sky, the solemn hymns became clearer and clearer, and the powerful might spread across the heaven and earth, sacred and majestic.
As messengers of God, angels are undoubtedly powerful and divine.
Even though the female angel who appeared at this moment had a gentle appearance and a compassionate smile on her face, and even the sword of the angel of light at her waist was not unsheathed, her aura was still so powerful that it was suffocating.
The exclamation that had just sounded in the square suddenly stopped.
The shocked people subconsciously closed their mouths with a look of awe on their faces.
Even Knight Horn, who had managed to remain calm before, changed his expression the moment the angel appeared, and bent slightly under the pressure of the powerful aura.
The other cavalrymen behind him were even more miserable, their faces turned pale and their legs weakened by the pressure. One of them was so cowardly that he knelt down and prayed in a low voice.
Under normal circumstances, his behavior would have certainly earned him the ridicule of others, but at this moment, they themselves were feeling extremely stressed and were sweating profusely, so they had no intention of laughing at him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, an angel flew out from the gate of heaven and flew down to meet the heroic spirits who were slowly ascending into the sky, stretching out their arms towards them.
A soft white light was released from her palm.
In an instant, the heroes' brows relaxed and a faint smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, as if they had seen something that made them feel beautiful and happy.
On the altar.
Seeing this scene, a gleam of fanaticism suddenly flashed in the eyes of Saint of Light Catherina.
She suddenly crawled forward on her knees, stretched out her arms, looked up at the sky and shouted: "Angels are coming! It is the messenger sent by our Lord to take His people. Praise our Lord..."
As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her raised hands, knelt down on the steps, and recited a poem in praise of the God of Light with great piety.
On the next step, Susan and Langdon were awakened as if from a dream, and a look of fanaticism appeared on their faces. They knelt down under the powerful pressure and prayed loudly with great piety.
Under the influence of divine magic, their voices echoed throughout the entire square.