As a result, the difficulty of killing Glenn instantly increased a lot.

It seems that she must also speed up the process of recovering her divine power.

Ilsa was concentrating on thinking when Constantine's deep and cold voice suddenly broke the distant silent space, "Ilsa, look."

"There are many stars here."

Ilsa raised her face accordingly and looked at the vast and bright starry sky above her head.

On the dark night, the stars are scattered and densely packed. Countless bright and tiny stars are dotted in the boundless universe, like a deep and brilliant picture.

It was the first time for Ilsa to see such a beautiful sight. She subconsciously stretched out her hand as if to pick them.

"Ilsa, can you hear them now?" Constantine waved his wings and asked hopefully.

Ilsa looked at it quietly for a while, then slowly withdrew her hand.

"Can't hear it." She shook her head.

"Ah?" Constantine lamented in disappointment, "Where else are there stars that can make sounds? I will take you to find them now."

"No more, no more stars that can make a sound."

Ilsa said softly, "But I feel much better now. I think they may have just returned to the place where they were originally born, just like these stars."

Constantine seemed to understand: "As long as you don't feel uncomfortable anymore. Let's go down now. It's time for you to sleep."

"Yes." Ilsa responded gently, then slowly leaned down and hugged Constantine's neck, "Thank you, Constantine."

Her arms were soft and delicate, and her warm body temperature was transmitted to the hard dragon armor through the thin clothes.
Chapter completed!