The spectators of the Seven Deadly Sins below were filled with horror, unable to imagine Michael growing even stronger. Originally akin to a deity, the power he possessed at this moment was already comparable to divine might.
Weak like Heya, she was already lying on the ground whimpering.
Hexuno raised his hand intending to help, hesitated in mid-air, but eventually chose to lend a hand.
"Archangel, you've forgiven me..."
"No, I'm afraid Lord Son of the Holy might misunderstand. You should hold gratitude towards him..."
Hexuno changed his tone: "It's enough to hold gratitude towards me. After the Lord Son of the Holy has judged Michael, you should soak in the Rebirth Holy Spring and revert to your angelic appearance. Compared to your current seductive form, Lord Son of the Holy prefers your original appearance."
Heya nodded repeatedly; she didn't care what the Lord Son liked, whatever the Archangel said was what mattered.
