"Michael, how dare you flaunt your strength before the Lord Son of the Holy!" Hexuno held his sword, blocking in front of the Divine Throne, his eyes filled with shock and terror to the extreme.
"My goodness, these are demons!"
The remaining four of the Seven Virtues were stunned at first, then scrambled to stand beside Hexuno, drawing their weapons pointed at Michael.
"Michael, are you mad?"
Uriel's facial features twisted, shouting hoarsely, "Put away your weapon, this is the Holy Garden, God's dwelling place, not the Starry Heaven where you can show off your might."
Amidst the loyalty was a hint of schadenfreude, madly praising Michael's Pride, and hoping his good brother would put in even more effort.
Uriel had self-awareness, he had always been the one leading the charge against the Lord Son of the Holy, mocking and ridiculing countless times in person. Without someone surpassing him, his days ahead were predictable.
Death could be spared, but a fate worse than death!
