Angels and Eight Generals

Without looking back, "Do whatever you like, even if I say no, you will force him to be okay."

Jesus smiled wryly, "I just hope he won't be unhappy like I used to be for hundreds of years."

Gabriel paused for a moment without answering, and then walked forward.

Jesus looked at the back that was getting farther and farther in front of him, turned around, and walked in the direction he was running. Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted into his ears along with the wind: "I think...you understand me... ..."

Jesus was taken aback, and quickly turned his head. The corridor was empty, and the only thing there was Gabriel, who had already flown into the sky.

That sentence……

Illusion!It must be, that person is dead, no matter what, it is absolutely impossible to reappear!

It's still important to deal with that matter now.

Don't think about it...don't think about it...

There is no so-called spring, summer, autumn and winter in heaven, nor does it alternate day and night, it is eternal day.

Ivans didn't know how long he had been staying here. He watched the city below after it snowed, the snow melted and bloomed again. His clothes changed from long-sleeved to short-sleeved. It must be spring or summer, so he could stay here It's been almost a year, and I don't know how that person is doing now.

He remembered that he said that this season next year is an important day for the little strawberries. What kind of important day is it?He said he knew then, but now...he might never know...

"Evans! Evans!"

Ivans turned his head, looked at the short-haired angel flying towards him, and asked in confusion, "Rina? What's the matter?"

Rina was considered Ivans' only friend when he was in heaven. He didn't care about Ivans' bad temper and indifference, and he greeted him with a smile every time.

Ivans also didn't understand what was going on with this idiot angel, and because Rina and Ivans were both members of the guards, over time, the two often chatted and acted together inexplicably, and Ivans only wanted to be with him. speak your mind.

Rina flew in front of him and hurriedly said, "Master Jesus is looking for you, he said there is something very urgent!"

Ivans froze for a while, then frowned: "Can I not go?"

"No! Because... because Archangel Gabriel is also there, as well as Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael, Archangel Uriel, Archangel Metatron, Archangel Sariel and Archangel Raguel is waiting for you at the temple!"

"Seven Archangels!?"

Rina nodded vigorously, "That's right, and it looks... so serious... I think you better not go, just pretend that I can't find you, okay! That's it!"

"In this way you will be punished..." Evans smiled wryly.

"Hmm... so what should I do?"

"It's okay, I'll go and have a look, anyway, I have something to tell them, don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Um……"

"Then I'll go first." Evans spread his three pairs of big wings and flew up, his pure white figure was still dazzlingly visible even in the clouds.

Ivans landed in front of the temple full of doubts, folded his wings and slowly walked in. This was the second time he walked in here. The first time was when he was kicked down to the mortal world, his wings were taken away by Lord Jesus, and The second time, this time.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer pillars, Ivans also walked slowly to the innermost arch. Once he stepped in, the vast hall was the same as before, with Jesus sitting on the chair, the only difference was that there were more pillars on both sides. The seven archangels are hailed as the archangels of miracles, and the Archangel Gabriel stands first on the left.

"Evans, do you know why I came to you?" Jesus asked with a smile as he stood up.

Evans shook his head.

"I came here to find you..."

"Please wait, Lord Jesus."

Ivans spoke to stop Jesus, ignored the slightly surprised eyes of the seven angels, lowered his head, knelt on the ground on one knee, and said flatly, "I am willing to be the next Archangel of Battle."

Jesus was taken aback, "Haven't you always refused? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Ivans lowered his eyes, let out a breath, and replied: "Yes, I have always been dissatisfied with you forcibly bringing me back to the heavens, disregarding my objections, and arbitrarily asking me to become the next Archangel of Battle. I……"

Taking a deep breath, holding back the turbulent emotions in his heart, suppressing his trembling voice, he looked up at the tall man in front of him, his eyes showed determination, but also strong powerlessness and grief.

"I just want to stay by his side. Since this is a wish that can never be fulfilled, then I am powerless to fight against fate. I only hope that when I become the Archangel of Battle, Lord Jesus, you can take away the memory of my being with him , and let Yiluo return to the heaven.”

"Listen and see what you are asking for, you actually want a fallen angel..." Uriel glared at him, but Michael stretched out his hand to stop him when he was about to yell.

"Can you tell me why?" Michael, who was an archangel, lowered his head and surrounded Evans with a gentle voice and eyes different from Uriel's.

Ivans looked up at the usual face that would never show an angry face, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and the emotion of wanting to cry was choked in his throat.

"Because of Yiluo... Yiluo didn't become like that at all because of the filth. He did it because of me...because he saw my future!"

After yelling, Evansford knelt on the ground and continued to say loudly: "He saw that I would collapse because of the inheritance and sadness of the Archangel Gabriel, and he saw that I would fall into the border of depravity. Because he wanted to bring me back in time at that time, that's why he fell under the Demon King's command.

"For that day, he sacrificed his status as an angel, all his time, waiting for me, waiting to push me back, and for that, he also sacrificed his life..."

He clenched his fists and punched the ground, as if wanting to vent his powerlessness and grief on the ground, weeping choked up.

"Lord Jesus! Everyone in the heaven knows that fallen angels don't have eternal life like angels. Since the day they fell, Illo... Illo has only less than 400 years of life left, and he doesn't have much time left. !

"Lord Jesus, I beg you, I beg you to restore Yiluo to the status of an angel. He is more kind than any angel in the heaven! I misunderstood him for more than 300 years, and I don't want to continue to regret in the future. Master Jesus!"

Desolate cries surrounded the vast hall, filled with deep regret and sadness, even the archangels who had seen many things in the world were shocked.

300 years of remorse, the despair and sadness of not being able to last long, thanks to him being able to hold on, if it were an ordinary angel, he would have already collapsed because he couldn't bear this negative emotion, and he deserves to be a successor with the archangel gene of the battle angel.

After a long silence, Jesus' voice finally came from above, "Evans, about Ilo... I don't think I need to do anything more..."

With tears in his eyes, Ivans raised his head in astonishment, only to see Jesus taking a step forward, and in the next second he was already in front of him.

Jesus smiled, and knelt down in front of the blond angel in front of everyone's astonished eyes. He reached out and stroked his face, and said, "A few days ago, the devil sent a letter, hoping that we in heaven can form an alliance with them. He can also lend us troops to fight against the demon world, but his condition is that our heaven world must give the teardrops of the heart of a fallen angel."

Every angel will have a heart teardrop in his body from birth, and the heart teardrop is simply the source and continuation of all the life of the angel.

At the moment when the angel fell, tears from the pure heart would fall out of the angel's body because they couldn't bear the power of filth, and return to the "clean" interior, and then the heavens would hide those pearls and treasures, after all, those are the treasures of everyone. The precious memories of angels are the supreme treasures of the heavens.

"I have given the teardrop of the heart to the messenger to bring back. I heard that a few months ago, the devil looked for a way to continue the life of a fallen angel, and finally learned of the existence of the teardrop of the heart. Be careful that the teardrop returned to the angel itself Afterwards, the life of the angel will continue for eternity. Of course, I don’t have to worry about how the tears of my heart will return to the body of the fallen angel, anyway, the devil will solve it.”

"That angel..."

"I heard that the devil specially rebuilt his bedroom in the degenerate border for that angel. Coincidentally, that angel...is called Yiluo..."

Ivans covered his mouth with his hand, and the tears started to fall again. The difference was that when the tears fell, he smiled.

"That's great...Irohi...that's great..."

Like a loving father, Jesus reached out his hand and touched his head, and continued, "I have already made one wish, so let me ask you again, after you become the Archangel of Battle...do you really want to erase the precious memories from before?"

Ivans froze for a moment, wiped away his tears, and nodded vigorously, "It's okay, it's better to forget about it."

"Evans, are you willing to become the Archangel of Battle?" Gabriel suddenly said, and slowly walked in front of him.

Evans paused and nodded.

Seeing his answer, Gabriel flicked his fingers, and a small ball of light flew out of his chest and sank into Ivans' forehead.

When the ball of light entered, Ivans only felt a slight heat, and then the wings behind him became even more dazzling, with many light spots surrounding the wings, and then slowly sinking into the wings.

"That's the one hundred and four wings that each generation of battle archangels have to carry. To fly, three pairs are enough, so the archangels of several generations ago hid their wings in the light ball, so that