Chapter 346: Angels Don't Mind

Heaven.

The ethereal, misty Qichong Tiantang.

Azazel, spreading his six pairs of Fallen Angel wings, gazed up at the magnificent and towering stone gate above, his expression exceptionally complex.

"Gate of Heaven, it really has been a long time since I passed through here normally."

When was the last time he passed through the Gate of Heaven?

That was when he, along with Lucifer, Baiqiu, Xiemuhasa, and others, led a large number of Fallen Angels to fall from Heaven.

At that time, the God of the Bible seemed to be standing on the Gate of Heaven, silently watching them leave.

Of course, Azazel knew very well that if the God of the Bible had that intention back then, every single one of them, these traitors, would have died right there.

But in the end, that merciful Divine Spirit still chose not to strike and erase His creations.

Perhaps Fallen Angels are also an important link in maintaining the world's balance? But Azazel believed it was more due to that Being's mercy.

Recalling this past event, Azazel felt inexplicably complex.

"Getting old, getting old, I've started reminiscing about the past."

Azazel shook his head, then spread his wings and brazenly invaded the Gate of Heaven.

Clang, clang, clang!!

A melodious bell rang out.

It was the Angels guarding Heaven sounding the alarm for Tianguo.

In an instant, the clouds throughout Heaven seemed to boil.

The highest layer of Heaven, Pure Fire Heaven.

This is an oceanic world that only the purest Angels can reach.

Here, there is only an endless, calm blue sea and, in the center of the sea, a small island growing a large number of fruit trees and vegetation.

And in the very center of the island, there is a massive mountain range; within the mountain range is a glorious palace carved out of snow-white rock.

At this moment, in front of the palace gate.

Four Angels with six pairs of white wings on their backs stood before the gate with varied expressions, staring at the figure below the steps.

The Fallen Angel Governor Azazel, with his roguish black and gold hair, white suit, red bowtie, and twelve Fallen Angel wings on his back.

Upon seeing the four Seraphs before him, Azazel did not look at Michael first, but rather at the Archangel Gabriel behind her, known as the greatest beauty in Heaven.

Seeing Gabriel, Azazel couldn't help but whistle.

"Yo, it really has been a long time, Gabriel-chan."

At this time, hearing the greeting, Gabriel looked at Azazel with a hint of pity in her eyes and persuaded him in a low voice.

"Azazel, if you feel that your brain is not well, you should go back and talk to Xiemuhasa and the others."

Gabriel was still being polite, not asking Azazel directly if he was mentally ill.

Swaggering through the Gate of Heaven, under the gaze of a large group of guardian Angels, he brazenly passed through, using his knowledge of Heaven to cross the six heavens, finally arriving at Pure Fire Heaven.

This core of Tianguo where the power of Angels is enhanced.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is the moving and tragic spirit of throwing one's life away.

In Pure Fire Heaven, if they wanted to, any Seraph could suppress Azazel in a fight.

How desperate must this guy be to come to Pure Fire Heaven to throw his life away?

If not for past sentiments, he would have been captured the moment he entered Tianguo.

In Heaven, Angels have the home-field advantage, and their strength is greatly increased.

Even the battlefield of the three-way war has always been in the Underworld, not in Heaven; after all, in Heaven, the Angels' advantage is simply too great.

"That is indeed true, I feel like my brain hasn't been very comfortable lately; I'll go see the Heavenly Lord Son when I get back."

Azazel shrugged his shoulders, rubbed his head, and shook it to clear his mind as he spoke.

Su Nian really doesn't treat him like a person, although he isn't a person anyway.

Is that how local time acceleration is used? Who knows what kind of expression he had when he was obsessed with research, working sleeplessly for nearly a few months, only to find out when he came out that only a few hours had passed?

He almost thought he had messed things up, only to find out he had been given extra work.

Even a 996 schedule isn't played like this.

At this time, the long-silent Michael asked with some curiosity.

"Who is the Son?"

Not only Michael, but even Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel turned their heads in curiosity.

Azazel couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile and said mysteriously.

"Who else could I call the Son? That Heavenly Lord who established the world's largest religion, of course."

Hearing this, Michael couldn't help but frown.

"Jesus? But isn't Jesus a fiction? Although God has also walked the earth in the name of Jesus."

As Angels, no one knows better than them how the Christian Church came to be.

That is a Church established upon the system created by God.

A system that governs protection, mercy, and Miracles. It provides the Miracles granted by God. It makes the prayers of believers, the blessings of God, and the effects of exorcists, etc., function.

A system where as long as one prays to God, one can receive a response of a Miracle.

And Christianity was created by God to guide the world in better using the system, and also to give humanity the power to resist the gods.

As for the truths and falsehoods in the Bible, they, as Angels, do not believe in such things.

And Azazel, who once served as a Seraph, couldn't possibly be unaware of this, right?

"If the Son you speak of is someone who does not exist in this world, or some Son selected by a church, then you should leave."

Michael glanced at Azazel and prepared to turn away.

"Pure Fire Heaven does not welcome the fallen, especially those who fell because of lust."

Seeing that Michael did not want to bother with him and was preparing to leave, Azazel's expression immediately faltered, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Why are you still so rigid, you fellow?"

"Can't you just listen to me finish what I have to say?"

"Hmm?"

Michael turned around, frowning as she looked at Azazel, the Angel's light power condensing into a Holy Sword in her hand.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly; we still have to go repair and maintain the system, we don't have time to waste here with you."

Hearing this, Azazel did not continue to play coy and instead spoke directly and straight to the point.

"The Fallen Angels and the Devils are preparing to make peace, and I have come to ask for the Angels' opinion on whether you want to sign a peace treaty together."

"Azazel, you have joined forces with the Devils?"

Hearing this, Michael's expression changed abruptly, and she questioned Azazel.

Although her personality was rigid, after so many years of leading the Angels and suffering many losses, she also understood quite a few of the twists and turns.

The Fallen Angels and Devils joining forces to make peace, and even inviting the Angels, had a very obvious meaning: they were preparing to pressure the Angels and force the Angels to withstand the pressure brought about by the exposure of the news that God was dead.

To put it bluntly, it was to push the Angels out to be the target.

Although the Angels were not weak and had Heaven as their backing, even if they were ganged up on, they had a place to retreat to.

But the Church in the Human World would suffer; the Church could not withstand the siege of those wolves.

And the Angels could not abandon the Church on earth.

"Yes."

A smile appeared on Azazel's face as he continued.

"And we also want to join forces with the Angels, under the witness of the Son."

He paused here and explained.

"The Son, Heavenly Lord, I am speaking of is not some avatar of the old man, but the Son Jesus who came from another world, an otherworld where gods do not exist, and established Christianity there."

Yes, that's right, the world mentioned here is precisely the Strike the Blood world; after all, the Strike the Blood world also has the existence of the Church.

And its strength is not much inferior to the Night Empire; that world simply lacks the existence of gods.

"Hmm?"

Michael raised her eyebrows in surprise; that was indeed quite powerful.

To establish a sect comparable to the Christianity of their world in a situation without gods or a system.

And looking at Azazel's appearance, the churches of these two worlds seemed to be about the same, even the religious scriptures were the same.

When Azazel said this, his face even carried a hint of showing off.

"And the strength of the Son, Heavenly Lord, seems to be no weaker than the old man."

Hearing this, the four Seraphs' pupils contracted instantly, their faces filled with intense astonishment.

A powerhouse who established Christianity and whose strength was not inferior to the God of the Bible... what exactly was he coming to this world to do?

"Is he coming to take the place of God?"

Michael sighed and looked at the system behind her.

"If he has this intention, we have no objections."

Or rather, they would even be eager for it; God was already dead, but as Seraphs, they were struggling with all their might just to maintain the system left behind by God.

They were not that rigid.

If God knew that after his death, a Son from another world who was not inferior to him and held similar views to his own had inherited his position, he would probably be comforted, right?

"However, we have one request, which is that we hope the Son, Heavenly Lord, can continue to maintain the appearance of God."

God rarely appeared in his true form on a daily basis, appearing more often in a divine form that made it impossible for people to remember or see his appearance clearly.

In fact, apart from this group of Seraphs who once served by God's side, no one knew God's appearance or God's true gender.

Hearing this, the corners of Azazel's mouth twitched.

"Let's not do that; the Son, Heavenly Lord, has no intention of succeeding to the old man's position."

He also did not know why Su Nian avoided the position of the Only God like a tiger.

Su Nian even had a greater desire to resurrect the God of the Bible than to succeed him.

"He is here to unite our worlds to resist the invasion of the Exe World."

Azazel sighed and said.

"Hmm??"

Michael's expression instantly turned serious; she seemed to have heard God mention the name Exe World before.

"Come in and talk in detail; tell me exactly what happened."

"Alright."

Azazel nodded and followed Michael's pace into the palace behind them.

And at the same time, the system located in the center of the palace seemed to have sensed what had just been said.

It flickered inexplicably twice.

(End of chapter)