Ilsa looked confused: "Angel? Who is the angel?"

Divine Mind calmly explained: "Not that one. Angel Samuel was once the first apostle arranged by the Supreme Goddess in the human world. He was born to save unfortunate lives, but he killed humans indiscriminately and made a big mistake.

.In order to punish his crimes, the goddess threw him into the abyss and set up a divine chain so that he would never be able to escape."

"So? Why does the angel hate me?" Ilsa didn't understand. "I'm not the one punishing him. What does it have to do with me?"

"Of course it has something to do with you, aren't you a goddess?"

Ilsa: "?"

"The one who punished him was the goddess of the past, and I am the goddess of the present. We are not the same person at all!" Ilsa was not convinced.

"It's all the same. You have inherited the will and authority of the goddess, and you are the only goddess."

"..." Unexpectedly, the pot fell from the sky, and Ilsa almost couldn't help it. "Then wasn't he locked up? Why can he still come to me?"

"Because of the exhaustion of divine power, the imprisonment of the Divine Lock will also weaken..."

"..."

Ilsa: Kill me.

Seeing Ilsa's obvious depression, Shen Nian carefully comforted her: "But this is just our guess, he may not really come out..."

Ilsa: Really? I don’t believe it. Your crow’s mouth has never failed.

Ilsa was unhappy, and her mind tried different ways to coax her. Just as they were communicating in their minds, the wind in the forest suddenly became fast, making the surrounding leaves and grass rustle.

Ilsa was instantly nervous: "What's going on?"

Constantine narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "...It seems that a vicious dog is following me."

As soon as the words fell, a very powerful sense of oppression swept from behind the two of them.

Before Constantine could pick up Ilsa and run away, a sharp blue light swept in the direction of Ilsa in a broad arc -

"Back off!"

As a clear and gentle drink sounded, the golden sacred light suddenly surged in Ilsa's hand, forming an arc of light of equal width and striking over.

Two rays of light, golden and blue, collided in the air, forming turbulent currents.

The moment the rays of light canceled each other out, the air flow swept in all directions like a sharp blade. The cold wind was biting, and a tall white-haired young man quietly appeared from the sky.

He was holding a huge black scythe, and slowly spread his pure white wings behind his back. The pure white wings were wide and fluffy, and during the process of stretching, a fine crystal light shone quietly from between his wings.

Angel Samuel, the avenger returned from the abyss.

"My God, it seems that your divine power is not as good as before."

Samuel waved his wings slowly, his dark green eyes like emerald gems flashing with a cold light of ridicule.

This is really... just say it, Cao Cao is not as fast as you.

Ilsa put away her divine power and raised her head slightly to look at him: "You have recognized the wrong person. I am not my god."

"Oh? Then tell me, who are you?" Samuel sneered.

Ilsa replied seriously: "An innocent, beautiful, poor passerby."

Constantine: "..."

Samuel raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an expression of ridicule and disgust: "It seems that my god is not good at lying."

Ilsa: "..."

What are the attitudes of these two people! Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she innocent? Is there any more pitiful hapless person than her?

Ilsa sighed helplessly: "I really didn't lie. Can you put down your weapon and let us talk calmly?"

She tried her best to soften her voice, but Samuel felt like he was suddenly stepped on a minefield. His almost perfect, beautiful face was filled with anger, shame and hatred, like a broken and twisted statue.

"Be calm? You actually told me to be calm? Have you forgotten how you punished me in the first place?"

The angel's eyes burned with burning anger, and he flapped his wings violently, bringing up the hunting wind, and the shackles around his wrists rattled.

Only then did Ilsa notice that his neck and wrists were shackled with dark chains. Now the chains were broken, but the shackles were still there, making his skin even more pale and thin.

As an angel, he must be very humiliated to be chained and imprisoned under the abyss.

"It's not me who punishes you, it's the former goddess." Ilsa looked away and calmly stated, "In fact, I don't know you at all."

"Don't know me..."

The angel lowered his eyelashes and fell into a suppressed silence. After a while, he suddenly chuckled.

"Forget it, why waste time with you. Anyway, my purpose is just to kill you..."

"Beyond that, nothing matters."

He slowly raised the giant scythe, a malicious light flashing in his deep green eyes.

"Now, please die."

The giant scythe swung down instantly, and Constantine transformed into a giant dragon and spread its wings. With a sharp crisp sound, both sides retreated a lot at the same time.

Fortunately, Constantine's dragon scales were hard enough to withstand the blow. However, Constantine's expression was very serious and he did not look relaxed.

"Ilsa, his attacks are very corrosive, you must not be touched by him." Constantine protected Ilsa under his giant wings and warned her in a deep voice.

"Corrosive?" Ilsa frowned deeply, "Isn't he an angel? Why are his attacks corrosive?"

Shen Nian explained in time: "Because he stayed under the abyss for too long, even his own divine power was almost eroded by the abyss."

"Is that so..." Ilsa was silent.

For some reason, after listening to Shen Nian's explanation, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sympathy in her heart. She knew she shouldn't sympathize with her enemies, but when she saw the shackles on Samuel, she couldn't help but think about it.

What did Samuel experience in the abyss?

She is not a soft-hearted person. In the final analysis, it is because the angel's face is so beautiful.

If an ugly monster was chasing her and shouting that he wanted to kill her, she would definitely use her divine power to kill him immediately without saying a word. But if it was an angel who wanted to kill her, she would have to hesitate for a while.

There is no way, the nature of human beings is double standards, after all, she is not a real goddess. What's more, with her current strength, if she really wants to fight head-on, she still doesn't know who will hit whom.

The angel swung the giant scythe and struck at Constantine again and again. Constantine was unable to use all his strength because he had to protect Ilsa, so he could only use his hard body to take the angel's attack.

Ilsa realized that if she continued to fight like this, Constantine's dragon scales would be corroded sooner or later.

"Retreat, we can't defeat him."

Constantine let out a breath of dragon breath in displeasure: "Can't beat it? Are you kidding me? I haven't used my full strength yet!"

"I will use your full strength for other purposes and cannot waste it in a place like this." Ilsa closed her eyes slightly and felt the soft light gradually condensing. "Constantine, can you become smaller?"

Constantine: "Get smaller? How small?"

"So small to be held in my arms."

A smile flowed from the giant dragon's golden vertical pupils: "Of course that's possible."

As soon as the words fell, the dragon's body shrank in an instant, becoming the size of a kitten in the blink of an eye. He flapped his wings and quickly flew into Ilsa's arms, curling up his tail in an extremely obedient manner.

"Gone."

Ilsa hugged Constantine tightly, and her whole body suddenly erupted with dazzling light. Samuel realized that something was wrong, and immediately waved his wings and flew towards her. He stretched out his hand with all his strength, and his dark green eyes were particularly deep because they were filled with hatred.

Staring at Ilsa in the light: "I won't let you escape-"

"This is not up to you." Ilsa shook her head, her voice soft and distant, "Goodbye, Samuel."

The light suddenly went out the moment Samuel's fingertips were about to touch her, and Samuel watched her and Constantine's figures being swallowed up by the light.

He stopped in the air and stared blankly at the place where Ilsa disappeared. After a long time, he laughed slowly and lowly. This laughter was full of gritting teeth and made people shudder.

"You can't escape...I will definitely kill you."

"——I must kill you."

"Oh, it hurts!" A flash of light flashed, and Ilsa fell out of a figure-sized goddess statue holding the shrunken mini dragon.

The situation was tense at that time, so she directly chose the nearest statue to teleport without much thought. She didn't expect that the statue would be so small, and it was placed on the table, causing her to fall to the ground as soon as she teleported over.

"Are you okay? Did you fall somewhere?" Upon seeing this, Constantine immediately returned to his human form and nervously helped Ilsa up.

Ilsa frowned in pain: "It's okay, but my butt hurts a little..."

Constantine: "Then let me rub it for you."

Ilsa: "No, thank you."

Constantin curled his lips regretfully. Ilsa rolled her eyes at him and slowly looked at the room.

The room is spacious and clean, and has all the necessary daily necessities, but it lacks the warmth of home. Especially the empty and sober furnishings, it is more like a hotel room than an ordinary family bedroom.

Ilsa's eyes were quickly attracted by the small statue on the table.

——There is no other reason, just because this is actually a small statue of a god made of black crystal!

It seems that the people who live here are very wealthy.

Poor Ilsa looked straight at the statue.

At this moment, there was a sudden "click" sound from behind. Ilsa and Constantine immediately turned around and saw Lester maintaining the action of pushing the door open, looking at them in surprise.
Chapter completed!