Chapter 89： Seraph!

"Brother...I'm so sleepy."

Yinmeng nestled in Lord's arms, her face was bloodless, her breath became weaker and weaker.

"Yinmeng, don't sleep!"

Lord's face changed suddenly, shaking Yinmeng in his arms lightly, and constantly calling her name.

But only silence was exchanged.

This pure feather is like a poison arrow shot by Hercules at Chiron. The high-level sacred power contained in it makes Yinmeng suffer unimaginable pain at all times, until the soul cannot bear it and collapses to death. .

"You bear with me, Yinmeng, my brother will help you pull it out now!"

A cold light flashed in Lord's eyes, and he grabbed the white feather with his bare hands, trying to pull it out!

Zi Zi Zi!

The moment 　　 just touched it, it was like holding a hot soldering iron, as if burning the soul in a fire, the severe pain continued to pour into the brain like a tide!

is accompanied by every nerve of the brain, every cell of the body, every inch of the skin, are wailing hysterical!

"what!!!"

Lord's face was distorted with pain, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his whole body was bruised, his whole body looked terrifying.

But even if his soul suffers from such intense burning, he will not let go of his palm!

It's a pity that things are counterproductive.

Even though he had tried his best, the white feather remained motionless.

Seeing the sound of the music, the dream of the soul is getting weaker and weaker, in a hurry, Lord is anxious to become wise, thinking of Constantine, maybe there is a way!

Constantine has been in contact with heaven the longest, and he is a magician himself, maybe he can pull out this feather?

When he thought of this, Lord took Yinmeng and instantly walked back to Constantine.

"Help her!"

Lord's eyes were blood red, and his voice was extremely hoarse. Now he can only pin his hopes on Constantine!

Constantine was taken aback by Lord's appearance, but then moved his gaze downwards and saw the badly wounded Yinmeng and the holy white feather.

"This feather...is the feather of an angel?"

Although he has seen a lot of angel feathers, and the family has collected a few as trump cards, the gap between those feathers and the one in front of him is just like the difference!

This feather is white and flawless, and it exudes a strong sacred breath. Just looking at it with the naked eye, it seems that there is the sound of heaven in the ear.

Therefore, this feather is absolutely impossible, it fell from an ordinary angel!

Constantine's mind suddenly flashed an almost impossible possibility: "Could it be...is this feather from the sacred wings of a seraphim?"

That's right!

Only the highest-ranking blazing angels in the rumor can possess this rich sacred aura, as well as the hot and pure holy light like the sun!

"Seraph..."

Constantine's face was extremely ugly, and a ‘person’ suddenly appeared in his mind, gritted his teeth and said: "This feather...is Gabriel’s!"

By now.

The evidence is all on his face. If he still doesn't understand, he is really an idiot!

Even in the heaven where angels are like clouds, there are only eight Seraphs at the highest level!

Among the eight seraphs, only Gabriel was ordered to guard the world, and he happened to be in Los Angeles!

All the clues pointed to Gabriel, a huge conspiracy, gradually emerged in front of Constantine.

But he still can't figure out one thing, that is, why Gabriel, one of the seraphs, should cooperate with the devil in hell?

Looking at the injured Yinmeng and Lord with red eyes, Constantine was in a state of confusion for a while, and felt that he could not start.

"Let's give up... she is out of help."

Constantine's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered in a low voice: "Seraph Feather symbolizes the source of angels' power. It is made up of pure and sacred angel power. Mortals can't pull it out at all, unless..."

At this point, Constantine hesitated to speak.

"Unless what?"

Lord's eyes flushed red, and he asked word by word.

"Two ways."

Constantine took a deep look at him, then took a deep breath, and said: "First, the feathers of the Seraphim, the power comes from the Seraphim itself, so only by killing Gabriel can you pull it off. A feather."

"Second, although the seraphs hold different positions, the power comes from God. If you let other seraphs take action, you can also pull out this feather."

Both choices are difficult!

Whether it is killing the Seraph or finding the second Seraph, it is even more difficult for Lord now than ascending to the sky!

Lord with the last glimmer of hope, asked: "Can you...can summon the Seraph to come?"

"I am sorry."

A hint of apology appeared on Constantine's face, and he said bitterly: "I can do nothing to summon the miracle of the blazing angel. Only the faith is strong enough, or the pope can do it."

I won’t mention firmness or firmness. Just believing in this thing has nothing to do with Constantine!

The second road was blocked instantly.

The only choice left now is to kill Gabriel.

Lord closed his eyes, and after a moment of thought, he asked, "I ask you, if Gabriel loses her wings, is this feather still useful?"

"how can that be?"

Constantine was taken aback, thinking Lord might be dreamingSeraphs are high-level angels, who can strip off their wings?

"You just need to tell me, yes or no!" Lord said solemnly.

"Theoretically feasible."

Constantine can only answer truthfully: "Once the Seraphim loses its wings, it means that it has been deprived of the angel's personality. The feathers that fall are naturally impossible, and the Seraphim’s divinity is no longer possible."

"I understand......"

Lord's eyes were cold, he had already thought of a solution, but this solution might not be liked by Constantine.

Lord manipulated Lingzi to construct a void space, picked up Yinmeng with the softest movements, and placed her in this space, and then hid the entire space in the shadows.

Come this way, Yinmeng’s safety is no longer necessary to worry about it.

"Let's go."

Lord looked indifferent, and said lightly: "Let's stop Mamen and Gabriel."

"It's time to stop them."

Constantine lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and grinned: "I hope we two can come back alive this time."

......

after the two left.

A light black cat walked out with graceful steps.

The black cat walked to the place where Yinmeng was hidden, lifted his claws and used sharp fingertips to easily cut through the hidden shadow space, and then slowly walked in.

"Meow~"

The black cat stretched out his tongue and licked Yinmeng’s cheeks. In those golden vertical pupils, there was a hint of humanized compassion.

then.

A drop of tears, like pure gold, slid from the black cat's eyes and slowly dripped onto Yinmeng’s chest.

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