In fact, even if Lester really followed, Ilsa would not panic at all.

Now that she has the ring given by Blake, as long as she changes her incarnation, even the angels will not be able to identify her true identity, let alone Lester?

But just in case, she used her magical power to get a new look.

A quarter of an hour later, a strong and graceful white wolf emerged from the carved iron door of the college.

The white wolf ran faster and faster in the night, as fast as the wind, and jumped into the dark dense forest like a silver meteor.

This white wolf is Ilsa.

The dense forest at night is full of shadows, dark and silent, with almost no light visible.

In the darkness, there were only the sounds of birds flapping their wings and the wind rustling the leaves. In addition, there was the faint sound of howling wild animals echoing in the dense trees.

But Ilsa was not afraid.

Because she is the light in the darkness.

She ran quickly in the forest, and her snow-white wolf claws splashed tiny spots of light on the branches and leaves, like stars falling. She followed the direction of the butterfly and soon stopped behind a tall and thick old tree.

There is no need for a guide butterfly anymore, even the clumsiest creature can detect that there is someone behind the tree trunk.

In other words, there is a person who is moaning faintly.

The white wolf's front paws lightly stepped on the grass blades twice. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stepped lightly and slowly walked to the other side of the old tree.

The embarrassed angel was leaning against the tree trunk, panting in pain. His face was pale and covered with cold sweat, and every gasp and breath seemed to be exhausted. The pair of white and soft wings were wrapping him in a protective manner, but even so

, he was still curled up in pain.

The holy radiance no longer existed on his body, and what was lingering around him now was a dark and dirty mist.

"What is going on?" Ilsa couldn't help but ask Shen Nian.

"The filthy air of the abyss is corroding him." Shen Nian's tone was full of pity and intolerance.

Ilsa was puzzled: "Will every abyss monster undergo this corrosion process?"

"No, it's just him. Because he was originally an apostle of God, that's why he was eroded by the abyss to this extent." Shen Nian said softly, "Look at his wings."

When Ilsa heard this, she immediately looked at Samuel's wings.

These beautiful wings were trembling slightly at this time, and it was obvious that their owner was undergoing tremendous torture. Ilsa frowned and took a step forward, finally discovering the abnormality at the end of the wings.

——The ends of Samuel's wings have been corroded by filth and turned black.

Ilsa: "Does this mean...it's hopeless?"

"If you don't take action, it's really hopeless."

Ilsa felt heavy.

A mortal enemy who wants to kill you all the time is suffering in front of you right now, and you can send him to the west with just one blow.

No matter which angle you analyze it from, there is no doubt that it is best to take this opportunity to kill him and avoid future troubles.

But she... just couldn't bring herself to do it.

Because this guy looks so pitiful.

Seeing the beautiful and pure angel curled up in a ball like a dying puppy, so painful that she didn't even notice the existence of the white wolf, Ilsa finally sighed softly.

"Oh...how can I save him?"

While Ilsa inquired about her spiritual thoughts, she transformed back into a young girl. Light golden light flowed from her body, instantly illuminating the dim haystack.

Shen Nian was a little surprised: "Why did you change back? Aren't you afraid that he will recognize you?"

"I'm afraid, but I can't do good deeds without leaving a name." Ilsa squatted down and touched Samuel's wings carefully, "Then I didn't save this person in vain."

"..."

Although the goddess's light was bright, it was not dazzling, and was so soft that it made people feel peaceful. Samuel, who was dripping with cold sweat, raised his eyelashes with difficulty. After seeing the girl in front of him clearly, his eyes widened: "Why are you here?"

Ilsa stared at him pitifully, her long light blond hair glowing faintly in the night: "Of course I'm here to save you."

"Save me?" Samuel sneered and forced himself to stand up, "You came here specifically to see my ugly appearance, right?"

"Why do you think so?" Ilsa shook her head and pushed Samuel back down as he struggled to get up. "What's more, you are not ugly at all. How can any angel be ugly?"

"Your pretentious face is still the same as before, it's disgusting..."

Samuel used all his strength to slap Ilsa's hand away, "Get away!"

Ilsa: "..."

"Why are you so fierce?" She rubbed the back of her hands and complained softly.

"Have you forgotten who made me become like this?"

Samuel roared unbearably. His beautiful face was distorted by pain and hatred, and his deep green eyes were full of madness and humiliation. Ilsa's figure was reflected in his eyes, as if he was going to be affected by this.

The raging fire burned out.

Ilsa was speechless for a moment.

Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she was now holding the title of the Supreme Female, and she really had no position to refute Samuel. After thinking about it, she simply said nothing and directly covered Samuel's wings with her hands.

superior.

This is what the divine mind told her. Only the goddess's own divine power can purify the filthy air in the angel's body.

The warm and soft radiance slowly flowed into Samuel's wings like water. These radiances caressed his body like a gentle breeze and soon relieved his pain.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" Samuel resisted Ilsa's touch, as if those hands were something extremely dirty.

"Shut up," Ilsa said impatiently. The divine power turned into pure white satin and firmly covered Samuel's lips, and he suddenly became quiet.

Unable to speak, Samuel stared at Ilsa with a look of humiliation and resentment that almost ate her alive.

Without raising his head, Ilsa continued to inject holy light into his wings.

As soon as the filth visible to the naked eye touched the golden light, it instantly dissipated like burning ashes, and the corroded wings gradually returned to their pure white and crystal clear color. After a while, the filth on Samuel's body was purified by divine power.

It was so clean that even the cold sweat on his forehead had disappeared.

Ilsa looked at the young man in front of her with satisfaction, her inner sense of accomplishment almost overwhelming.

Another lost young man was saved by her. She is really a kind person.

"How's it going? Do you feel better now?" Ilsa squatted in front of Samuel and stared at his face seriously.

Samuel breathed slowly and looked at her with cold and sarcastic eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ilsa's tone was calm: "Didn't I tell you, I'll save you."

Samuel lowered his eyes, and a short sneer escaped from his lips. The chain around his neck made a small sound due to his movements, and the sound was crisp and clear, as if to remind him of his current situation.

——I almost forgot about this thing.

Ilsa touched her chin, then raised her fingers without saying a word, pointing her fingertips at several chains on Samuel's body. With a few crisp sounds, the heavy metal chains fell into the grass.

.

Samuel moved slightly, but his tone was still full of sarcasm: "What bad idea are you planning?"

He is no longer in pain, but the erosion of the abyss still makes him extremely weak. Even if he hates Ilsa deeply, he can only lean here powerlessly and let her slaughter him.

The surroundings became quiet again, and the crystal starlight scattered on Ilsa's hair, making her shine like a dream.

Ilsa put her chin in her hands, blinked, and looked at him steadily with her clear eyes: "Why does it have to be me who has evil intentions? I just want to pity you, right?"

Samuel sneered: "Will you have mercy on me?"

Ilsa nodded and reached out to gently touch Samuel's pale cheek.

"Why not? I pity all poor people, including you of course."

"But it's all thanks to you that I'm like this." Samuel turned his face away in disgust, his voice as cold as winter.

Well, there it is again.

"I know."

Ilsa was too lazy to explain. She just looked at Samuel quietly, her eyes calm and tranquil, "So I atone for my sins and ask for your forgiveness."

Her eyes were a brilliant blue, shining brighter than the stars in such a silent night.

Samuel was slightly startled.

He is obviously the supreme god, but he is asking for his forgiveness.

Is this still the goddess who is always right?

After a long while, he said coldly: "I will never forgive you."

Ilsa sighed softly: "Then there is nothing we can do."

Anyway, she has tried her best, saved people, and apologized. She feels that as a substitute goddess, she has really done her best to the angel.

What will happen to Samuel next depends on his fate. If he is not so persistent in wanting to kill him, she can help him a few more times.

After all, the purification like tonight is only temporary. Samuel has been eroded by the abyss for too long, and even she cannot eradicate it.
Chapter completed!