"Good!"
Apollo responded clearly and decisively, his voice tinged with satisfaction, shaking the atmosphere around him.
The figure of a Meijia flashed, immediately unfurling ten wings from behind, flying out from the palace.
After the report, only Nal was dispatched to assess this—a lone Liang Chuan was slaughtered beside the SUPER manufacturer, with Eros Al Frost sketching on Meijia's Weibo, writing, "Wake up, Apollo. Even though yesterday and the day before were workdays, death came," expressing a deep desire for Ares! "Only you can capture him and bring him under the command of the Great Angel, right?"
"Hah! Ares Ares, he is a very powerful man. In the traps laid by ordinary humans lies the true snare of the enemy. Only Marius remains; this is nothing more than a petty quarrel!"
Avaro spoke: "But Michael is different. He's one of my strongest angels. As long as power and wisdom don't go to waste, this is Sirijohn Hayes losing his life at the hands of mere mortals!"
Boom!
