The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

Goss, who wanted to escape as soon as possible, raised his eyes, and met Seraphim's blue eyes.He looked away as if he had been scalded.

"No, Ansair," Goss whispered, "I'm going to grow up."

Goss tried to move around Ansair, but his wrist was tightly grasped.

He heard the same low voice from the angel behind him: "Can't you like me when you grow up?"

Goss stopped and looked at the ground all the time, as if he was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking...I know I'm different from you."

"You are all angels, but I just fake them with camouflage techniques, and even put on fake wings every day; your hair color and pupil color are all light-colored, only I have black hair and black eyes; your body is full of light elements, and I But there is no bright element at all..."

Ansair's hands tightened even more, as if he wanted to keep him back: "I said, no matter what you look like, I like you the most."

"Then why do you keep hiding?" Goss slowly raised his head, the black eyes under the camouflage were thick with sorrow, "Did I let you waste a lot of energy when the God of Light was watching? Can't be seen by other angels , Even the teacher has to swear the soul oath. Am I embarrassing you too much?"

"If I am discovered by the God of Light, will I implicate you?"

Ansair sensed some foreboding determination in Goss's attitude, he wanted to say a lot, but his social skills were still at the novice level, so he could only say clumsily: "Goss, you didn't Let me be embarrassed, I am willing."

Goss sighed: "I know you are willing. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had an intersection with an angel like you." He understood what the gap was, what the level was, and he also understood that he was the one who shouldn't have appeared. people in heaven.

If his existence is discovered by the God of Light, Ansair who brought him here will also bear the wrath from the God.

Goss slowly snapped Seraph Archangel's fingers. His physical fitness had already begun to emerge. Although he could not win yet, he could already stand up and go through the whole fight with Ansair.

Ansair didn't want to let go of his hand, he held it firmly there, racking his brains to think of something to make Goss change his mind.

He wants to say that he can definitely protect Goss, and he is researching how to change the storage method of the light elements in his body, so that he can save you even if he is discovered...

However, the end of each road points to obstacles from the God of Light.

Goss sighed: "Let go, Lord Seraph."

The title that has been called so many times by others seems extremely strange when it comes out of Goss's mouth.Ansair finally let go.

Goss didn't say any more, and left Ansair's sight.

But Ansair stayed where he was, without moving for a long time.He found that he couldn't do an unscathed asylum.

What qualifications does he have to say that he can protect Goss well?The God of Light casts his gaze from time to time, making it impossible for Ansair to respond to Goss' love.

Goss could only be active in the palace area of ​​Ansair when he was a child, but what about when he was a teenager and an adult?

Do you want to trap Goss here forever?

He is too irresponsible, because of his own selfish desires, Goss is now in such a difficult situation.

The wings that should have completely covered all dangers did not fulfill their responsibilities.Now even if he is a blazing angel, he can't boast that he is free from the compulsive control of the God of Light.

The shackles of virtue on his body instantly sent unprecedented pain to his whole body.Because Ansair was thinking this time—why can't my ability surpass God?

Goss has gradually grown from a dreamy, fantasy-loving, lively kid who loves to laugh into a reticent teenager with outstanding abilities.He was often in a daze in his free time, and some thoughts flashed in his eyes, but quickly disappeared without a trace.

He no longer skipped classes, stopped making jokes, and looked like he was earnestly absorbing all his knowledge.

No one was pleased with his change. Both Clapham and Van Lundin secretly mentioned to Ansair many times, asking him to pay attention to Goss's psychological problems.

But both Ansair and Goss knew the root of the problem, and it wasn't something a face-to-face conversation could change.

Both of them secretly worked hard, trying to find a feasible way out.

Goss can spend a day at the training ground, and Ansair can also spend a day at the library.

But that doesn't stop them from missing each other.

Ansair used occultation to cover up his figure, wanting to see Goss.

Now it's time to take a life skills class.

Ansair quietly followed Goss' breath to find the teaching room, passed through the door lightly, and heard Kerrize's soft voice: "You have become more and more independent recently, that's good .I heard that you have some impressive talents in combat? However, no matter who you are, you cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with Lord Archangel..."

Before Goss could respond in time, Ansair had already manifested directly in the room.

The sharp six-star cross sword engraved with magnificent patterns pointed directly at Kerrize's throat.

"What are you talking about?" Ansair narrowed his eyes, and the power of light flowed faintly around him, and the wings even appeared directly, spreading out threateningly behind him.

Kerrize paled under the powerful pressure, but he still insisted and said: "Sir Seraphim, I'm not wrong, you shouldn't have anyone by your side, let alone such a little angel of unknown origin... ..."

Ansair's tone was gloomy: "There is no one around me that you can judge. These are not in the category of living ability at all."

Kerrize said stiffly: "Why not? Recognizing one's identity is also a part of life...Ah!"

Ansair swung a light blade, which was blocked by the Holy Light Shield that Kerrize instinctively opened, but he still chopped off half of Kerrize's hair.

Ansair, who wanted to swing his sword a second time, was stopped by Goss: "Okay, Ansair."

Goss has had little contact with Ansair recently.Seraphim calmed down a bit, stopped moving, looked at Goss and said, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let him come."

"No," Goss said calmly, without anger or resentment, "if he doesn't tell, someone else will always tell me."

Ansair turned around and hugged Goss tightly, his heart ached beyond words: "But it won't be in such a malicious way..."

"How is it possible," Kerrize said unwillingly, clutching his broken hair, "Anyone who knows that an angel who cannot use magic is a waste, right?"

Goss was not offended by Kerrize's words, he sneered, and held Ansair's cross sword: "Are you really not afraid of death?" The cross sword flashed obediently.

Kerrize flinched for a while, turned around and was about to leave when he heard Ansair say, "I hope you won't appear in front of us again in the future."

"We", referring to Ansair and Goss, clearly drew a clear line.

Kerritz pursed his lips and left as if fleeing.

The two did not part and embrace.

For a moment, it seemed that many things were lying in front of them, pushing Goss further and further.

"Give me some time, please?" Ansair begged Goss, "I will definitely find a way."

Goss was now thin and thin, only reaching Seraph's shoulders, and Ansair was tightly hugging him in his arms.

Goss didn't answer him, but rubbed his fingers on the six grooves of the six-star cross sword.

"This is the first time it has been cast and used."

Ansair nodded, and gently touched Goss's with his fingers.

"Hopefully it will be used less frequently in the future," Goss said.

As the amount of training increased, Goss found that his body was often excited, hot, and even achy.

There are no peers around him who can learn from him, but he can feel that his body is undergoing a transformation.

I don't know if it is good or bad, but it will never be weaker than it is now.

Even a power angel could taunt his magic-free days with impunity...he couldn't bear it for a moment.

If training can change the body, go one step further.

Goss' eyes darkened.

The God of Light feels that the power of faith is declining day by day.

The power of faith is also the source of divine power, and it is the basis for the existence of a god.

These are the beliefs of the reincarnation of these angels in heaven, and they will not add more benefits to the God of Light.

As for the Abyss species, who are also fantasy species, they have always been rejected by the God of Light.He hates these dark, red, unruly creatures, so he won't give them the slightest favor.

Recently, he can feel that various abilities are becoming more and more difficult to use, and he often goes into a dormant state.

He also needs more faith and more strength to maintain his longevity and majesty.

He turned his eyes to the world.

There is a race with a unit of hundreds of millions that seems to provide a lot of power of faith.

They just went through the period of ignorance, and they also developed belief in the God of Light. Someone needs to turn the flames of these beliefs into a raging fire.

The God of Light made his own judgment, and then began to think about who could be in charge of the planning of the Temple on Earth.

The position of the Holy Court Knight requires an angel who can lead mankind to a firm belief, is high enough, but is docile enough.

Ansair is very capable, but he is too difficult to control and has his own ideas.If you lead mankind to lead the faith, it will inevitably take away a lot of the power of faith.

So who is good enough to be business-like, who is not low in rank, and who can fully serve God's will?

—Valentine.

The God of Light thought about it. It was a wise angel who stayed in the Library Pavilion day after day, rarely had entertainment activities, and did not have close contacts with others.

This kind of angel is the perfect candidate to be a knight.

As for the position of Holy Son who is the most able to attract faith in the Holy Court, the God of Light does not intend to give it to any angel.

The most precious thing can only be held in one's own hands, and so is the God of Light.

"My holy lord, can you hear my call?"

Suddenly, a weak voice sounded in the ear of the God of Light.

Angels can contact the God of Light, but the God of Light must consume all the power of light to call him except Seraphim in order to avoid the angel's indifferent prayer nonsense.

So very few angels are willing to exhaust their energy to disturb the God of Light.

The God of Light looked at the source of the voice: Who is this?