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"When the ghost revives, you can ask him for the position of commander in person." Raphael said calmly.

"When will He recover? To what extent can He recover?" Harley asked curiously.

For such a big thing as the Niu Angel rebellion, that guy didn't even show up and is still recovering.

It seems that the trauma to Him last time was really severe.

"He has lost more than 90% of his origin. It will take at least a few years for him to wake up. It is not certain whether he can return to his original state."

After taking a deep look at Harley who couldn't help but smile, Raphael continued: "These two thousand angel warriors have not always served under you.

After about a quarter, the next group of people will be replaced.

This rotation will continue to ensure that millions of troops will accept your leadership.

When the level 2, level 3, or even level 4 alarm is sounded, the 20,000, 200,000, or 2 million angel soldiers under your command have all received your training and management.

It is basically guaranteed that the soldiers will know who the general is.

As for whether you know every soldier, it depends on your own ability. Do you have any objection? "

There is no doubt that the reform of the garrison was deliberate by the Archangel Council.

In order to reduce Harley's prestige among the Angel Legion.

Prevent her from learning from the Bull Archangel, cultivating cronies in the garrison, and developing party members.

When Heaven encounters trouble, she can quickly rally her team to fight against it, without affecting the combat effectiveness too much.

Harley understood that this was an old-fashioned way for civil servants to restrict military commanders.

In any dynasty on earth, if the Archangel Council acted like this, sooner or later the country would be finished.

Not to mention serving in rotation like this, the general's prestige in the army is almost zero.

She has been leading two thousand people, but when it comes to the battlefield, she is suddenly asked to lead two million troops. Do you really think that everyone is Han Xin, and the more the better?

Historically, those who could command hundreds of thousands of soldiers were considered unborn military wizards.

Without daily training, he can directly command millions of troops as soon as he gets started, and 80% of them will not even be as good as Zhao Kuo.

However, there are still some differences between Silver City and the Human Empire.

The quality of Angel's individual soldiers is too high, and personal strength has a great impact on the battle situation.

Harley didn't care about military power.

Having military power is not the same as having power in heaven.

Your own strength is everything.

If one day, she is stronger than Michael, even if she is just a third-class soldier at the border post, she will stand at the door of the Golden Hall and shout: "I want to be the king, who agrees and who objects?"

No one can do anything to her.

"Well, of course I will abide by the resolution of the Archangel Council."

Harley didn't care in her heart, but her face still showed the proper discouragement and helplessness.

"However, I have a small request. There are no cowards in Shaojun's army. They are rotated every quarter. The soldiers in each rotation must pass my test.

In other words, the 2,000 people under my command, even if they only stay with me for three months, must be carefully selected by me.

I want to select the strongest and bravest soldiers from among the millions of angels in Silver City. After all, there are only two thousand, the quantity is small, and the quality must be better. "

Raphael thought for a while and realized that this request of "fewer but better soldiers" was reasonable and would not affect their overall goal of limiting her military power, so he nodded and agreed.

"This 'Garrison Mansion' is no ordinary tower. It is a mobile barracks and a war fortress."

He stretched out his right hand, holding an apple-sized light ball in his palm. Countless tiny runes flashed inside the light ball.

After Harley touched it, it immediately turned into a stream of light and entered her sea of ​​consciousness.

Countless information flowed out from the light ball, and with a little mental analysis, Harley obtained the basic information and control of the "Guardian Fortress".

"That's about it. If you encounter problems at work, you can ask the Voice of Heaven. I will answer your questions online." Raphael said meaningfully.

Harry understood that this guy had become the new "Voice of Heaven".

After the archangel left, Louise came over and said with a frown: "This is the Supreme Military Command of Silver City? This angel team is quite spectacular, but the number is only two thousand, which is a bit far from the expected hundreds of thousands."

"They are just part of the legion. The maximum strength of the garrison is as high as 2 million." Harley said calmly.

"Wow, two million, where is it?" Louise exclaimed.

"Heaven is currently in a period of peace. Two thousand people are enough to maintain order in Silver City. I have to slowly select the rest. From the tens of millions of angels in Silver City, I select the most powerful angel warriors who are most in line with my wishes." Harley He said calmly.

"Choose yourself." Louise was surprised again, "This is asking you to choose your confidants! Lord Michael is so kind to you, and he probably regards you as his heir."

Harry said seriously: "Don't say such things. It is my honor to serve Silver City, and titles and official positions are never what I want."

Louise wanted to curl her lips and say something sarcastic.

However, considering that this place was paradise and she relied on him, she stopped asking and just followed Harry to visit the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion.

For the next day, Harley spent time getting familiar with the "Shaojun Mansion War Fortress".

At first, Louise expressed shock and curiosity about the tower that could transform into a war machine. Then her reporter nature broke out, she left the tower and caught the angel outside for an interview.

That night, Harley did not leave Silver City.

Even if you want to be lazy, you have to be familiar with the daily work of Silver City's defense.

The next day she wore Shaojun's battle uniform and commanded the deputy general to direct the angels to train in combat skills.

The deputy general is Levan, the current commander of the Bull Angels. Harley ordered Levan to lead the training of the angel soldiers. She stood aside and put on a serious pose, as if she was inspecting the quality of the army.

Louise held her mobile phone and filmed the daily routine of "Paradise Guard Training".

On the third day, Harley personally led two hundred angel warriors to patrol twice around the streets of the XC area of ​​Silver City.

Meeting the curious and respectful gazes of all the angels, she felt very good.

"Harry, the Angel soldiers respect you very much, and the Angel citizens are also very friendly to you. This is beyond my imagination." Louise, who followed behind and took a video with her mobile phone, was very surprised.

"This is normal. I quelled the chaos, pardoned all the angels who participated in the rebellion, and now I dedicate my time and energy to protecting their safety. It's no wonder they are unfriendly to me." Harley disagreed.

She felt that she had never done anything to disgrace the Angel People.

The current garrison in Silver City is also an "angel soldier" who does not receive wages and does not bully the people.

Angels are relatively kind and sincere in nature.

A friendly attitude at this time is normal.

"You are a mortal after all." Louise said.

"Do you think angels should discriminate against mortals?" Harley pointed to the golden "clouds" curling up with the holy sound above the Silver City, "Do you know what that is?"

"I asked the angel warriors, that is the 'City of Sound' where the Holy Spirit lives."

Louise listened to the faint hymn in her ears, with a look of piety and yearning on her face.

"They were also mortals. In Silver City, mortals will not be discriminated against. Mortals who can enter Silver City are more favored by the Lord than angels."

Harry glanced at her and said unambiguously: "Except you, of course. You are a 'guest' who came in through the back door. You can't tell the future."

"Dang, dang, dang," the rich but very pleasant sound of the bell suddenly resounded through Silver City.

Louise's alternately green and red complexion solidified into shock.

She pointed to the sky above the center of the city and exclaimed: "The City of Sound has revealed a miracle. It is the gate of heaven and a little angel. Is there a new Holy Spirit born?"

Accompanied by the slow ringing of the bell, a huge curved door appeared in the sky, hundreds of meters high, emitting millions of holy white lights.

In front of the door there were several fat little angels holding trumpets and harps, playing a beautiful piece of music.

There was also a slender old man in a linen white robe. He waved his hand with a kind face, and a golden arch bridge shot out from in front of him. In the blink of an eye, it extended out of the Silver City, even flew outside heaven, fell into the world, and then suddenly retracted from the world. He brought back a middle-aged white woman with a confused look and a faint holy light on her body.

"Ah, it's Mrs. Crondeau, she ascended to heaven and became the Holy Spirit?!" Louise exclaimed again.

Originally, they were very far away from the city center and could not see the above scene with the naked eye.

But for some reason, looking up at the sky from any direction in Silver City at this time is like observing it very close at hand.

Not only a few visitors from Earth, but almost all the angels in the city looked up to see the Holy Spirit ascending.

The angels had cheerful and excited expressions on their faces, and some people sang, recited the Bible, or played joyful music in conjunction with the trumpets of the little angels in the sky.

Harry thought thoughtfully, every time the Holy Spirit ascended, it was a happy event of great significance to Silver City.

"But how could Mrs. Crondeau die?" Louise asked doubtfully.

"Who is she? Why haven't I heard of it?" Harley asked curiously.

"The metropolitan philanthropist is also the person that the wealthy people in the metropolis are most afraid of meeting. She likes to seek sponsorship from wealthy people.

I saw her a week ago. She was very healthy, could run and jump, and had a loud voice.

Well, I had just been voted the second most powerful and highest-paid professional woman in the world, and she came to me.

She didn't let me go until I took out the donation form for the "Rip Man Charitable Foundation"--the donation accounted for 95% of my total income. Louise said in a strange tone.

She ranks second in the annual income rankings because she has many news reports and has been cited by alien media. She has earned as much as 300 million in alien currency converted into U.S. dollars.

"Since we are friends, let's go say hello."

Harry didn't know the philanthropist, but at this moment, more than a dozen angel leaders flew over to greet the new Holy Spirit.

She is not only the commander-in-chief, but also a fellow Earthling of the Holy Spirit, so she cannot appear too indifferent.

"My dear, Admiral Galaxy, and Louise? Why are you here?" Seeing two familiar faces on Earth, the middle-aged woman who was chatting excitedly with the angel became even more excited.

Just after asking, she suddenly said: "I remembered that there was a report in the news the day before yesterday that the Galaxy Admiral was going to serve in heaven.

It turns out that the news didn't lie, and you didn't lie either. "The God of War Counterrebellion" was probably not a CG synthesis. Oh my god, it's incredible. "

Harley's smile was slightly stiff, "Congratulations, madam."

"Madam, why did you come to heaven?" Louise asked doubtfully.

Mrs. Crondeau's round face also stiffened for a moment, "I devoutly believe in God and practice God's ways, so I received the Lord's blessing."

"Well, I'm not questioning your ability to ascend to heaven. I saw you were fine and healthy a few days ago. Did you have an accident?" Louise said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm dead." Crondor understood what she meant, and his expression became confused, "How did I die? I have no idea."

It turned out to be a confused ghost.

Harley groaned inwardly.

"Did you die in your sleep?" Louise prompted.

Mrs. Crondeau murmured while recalling: "No, I was attending a charity banquet in Seaside City and was talking to several celebrities. Suddenly a white light flashed, the sky fell and the earth fell, and I lost consciousness."

"What happened in Beach City? Do you know the cause of Holy Spirit Crondor's death?" Harley looked at St. Peter in the linen robe.

Well, St. Peter is responsible for welcoming the incarnation of the Holy Spirit.

"The coastal city was destroyed, and more than seven million people died." The old saint sighed with compassion.

"I bought it!"