A handsome man and a shameless woman standing together as if they owned the field.
Angela instantly made the above judgment in her heart, immediately realizing that Excella was the subordinate clinging to him, and the man was the true master.
Moreover, it was certain that this man was not a Wakandan.
His skin color was obvious even from this distance.
He didn't even look like a normal Human; his aura and handsomeness felt like he was a being from some Greek pantheon.
However, his handsomeness did not make Angela relax her vigilance in the slightest.
She secretly drew the longsword stuck in the ground near her feet, locking her gaze firmly onto Luke and nothing else.
"Oh? You don't recognize me?" Luke raised an eyebrow.
Angela's heart stirred at the casual tone. She looked carefully at his face, then glanced at the other Angels around her for confirmation.
The Angels all shook their heads, no recognition in their eyes.
Excella immediately became unhappy, lips pressing together.
These Angels actually didn't recognize her man after everything?
They truly were a bunch of country bumpkin Angels who had never left their little sky!
"Hmph, you bunch of bird people, look clearly! Standing before you is the Lord of Earth, the great God of Gods, His Excellency Luke Rowling!"
"Luke?!"
Upon hearing that name spoken so loudly, Angela and the others suddenly had an impression that clicked into place.
Angel Queen Heven had mentioned this name before in one of her briefings.
She said that Luke was the Dark Alliance's most troublesome enemy on Earth, and also an ally of Asgard who could not be ignored.
Heven hadn't said much beyond that, and Angela and the others hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
Their assigned mission was merely to occupy Africa, prevent Wakanda from causing trouble for the larger plan, and they weren't planning on confronting Luke if they could avoid it.
Furthermore, in their eyes, Luke was merely the lord of a divine system, just like Odin, another king among kings.
Angela was eager to try her strength now that he stood in front of her.
Her greatest hypothetical enemy had always been Odin himself.
Although she prided herself on having the strength to fight Odin if it came to that, facing Luke, who was allied with Odin, she wanted to test whether she possessed the strength to fight a God King of that caliber.
"I know you, friend of Asgard, which makes you an enemy of our Heaven!"
Angela raised her longsword and pointed it from afar, the blade catching the light. "You have great courage, daring to face us alone. I acknowledge your valor as a warrior."
"I am willing to give you a chance for a fair one-on-one fight with me! Defeat me, and you can leave alive!"
Angela signaled the others not to move with a sharp gesture, and with a push of her legs she transformed into an arrow leaving the bowstring, arriving instantly across the short distance.
"Don't rush. I haven't finished speaking yet."
Luke shook his head. "Haah.. Young people nowadays, can't they be a little more patient?"
Angela didn't listen and had already arrived three meters in front of Luke, wings flared.
The sword tip was only a step away from Luke and Excella, close enough to pierce them both.
Yet this single step became an insurmountable chasm that she could not cross.
An invisible force tore at Angela from every direction, making her unable to move another inch forward.
Her entire body was forcibly controlled in mid-air, wings locked, with nowhere to exert force no matter how she strained.
Angela subconsciously activated the divine power within her body, light flaring along her limbs.
However, Luke had anticipated this the moment she moved.
As Angela attempted to break through the seal with raw power, he freed his only right hand and gently patted the air in front of him.
Angela's entire body, bones and muscles alike, was pressed down by a sudden gravitational force so heavy it felt like the sky itself had dropped on her. Only by concentrating and using all her remaining strength could she barely prevent herself from kneeling on the spot.
"How… how is this possible!"
"Could it be that I can't even last one move against Odin?"
Angela gritted her teeth, released her grip on the sword, and the longsword, influenced by the gravity, plunged deep into the ground with a heavy thud, leaving only the hilt exposed above the dirt.
She had the intention to do something, anything, but was powerless to resist the weight crushing her.
It felt as if she were carrying several Mount Everests on her back at once.
Just standing still required all her strength and more.
"Are you calm now?"
Luke said with a look of contentment, watching her struggle.
Excella looked at her curiously, slightly raising her neck as if saying, "Come over and hit me if you dare!"
Fury surged in Angela's heart at the mockery, but she could do nothing except glare.
"Angela!"
"General!"
The Angels also noticed that the situation was wrong when their general froze in the air, and tens of thousands of Angels pressed forward in unison, weapons drawn, wings beating.
But Luke casually glanced at the Angel Legion filling the sky, and instantly an invisible air current centered on Luke swept across the sky ahead in a wide fan shape.
The heads of the Angel Legion felt like they had been struck by a heavy hammer all at once. Their eyes closed, and they peacefully fell asleep mid-flight.
For a moment it rained Angels from the sky, who smashed onto the ground like blocks of iron dropping from a great height.
If it weren't for their robust physiques, ordinary people would have been instantly shattered by the impact.
[Defeated abnormal target Angela, gained 5500 Anomaly Points. Current Anomaly Points: 6400 / 7300]
As expected of Angela, she was nearly worth two Thors in points alone.
Luke wasn't surprised by the number. Thor had not yet awakened his full power, and without his hammer he wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person walking around Midgard.
Angela, however, had already awakened her divine power years ago. If she had grown up in Asgard since childhood instead of Heaven, her strength would only be more terrifying than it already was. Both her inherent power and her equipment would be a step above what she currently possessed.
Even if she wasn't an All-Father level deity yet, she was close enough that the difference barely mattered.
Luke then chuckled at the glaring Angela still held in place and said, "Should I call you Angela? Or should I call you Audrife Odinsdottir?"
Angela was stunned, the words hitting harder than the gravity.
Odinsdottir? Odin's daughter?!
According to Asgardian custom, a child's surname is derived directly from their father's name and nothing else.
Someone like Thor is Thor Odinson.
Daughters are Odinsdottir.
I am Odin's daughter?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
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