096 Gabriel

"Damn, who is this guy!"

The angel with the same face as Ancient One was cleaning up his wounds.

Its left wing was missing half, and it looked very embarrassed.

Gabriel, its name, no one could figure out their gender.

Just like when Tyrael was hiding under the hood, no one knew what he looked like.

Luckily, those angels don't like to say "follow my face".

It is said that angels are asexual, and being male or female has no effect on this group.

They are completely different life forms, such as laying eggs?

Or born from a pool where countless angels have bathed.

Who cares!

Gabriel originally wanted to make the plan of hell successful, and then spread the glory of heaven to harvest faith.

Of course, it has its own reasons, but there is no need to elaborate now.

But the appearance of the barbarian almost made its plan fail.

The good thing is that the girl died, so her sister will become the anchor point for hell to descend. As long as the Spear of Destiny is obtained, this plan will still have great possibilities.

But now Gabriel has completely lost the holy and perfect form of an angel. The wings that were rudely broken by Bulkaso have no chance of healing no matter how he tries to stimulate his strength.

Now Gabriel is as embarrassed as a stray dog, sitting on the ground with blood all over his body.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A rapid knock on the door sounded, forcing it to fold its injured wings and force itself to cheer up.

"Dear Angel Gabriel, do I still have no chance to go to heaven?"

The frivolous and lazy voice sounded, making Gabriel a little irritated.

"Constantine, you'd better wait outside the door for a while."

Gabriel tried his best to maintain his usual tone and said with some effort.

There were still some traces of his blood on the ground, and he had to clean it up.

Otherwise, Constantine might do something.

This guy is even more untrustworthy than the devil.

Gabriel waved his hand to mobilize his power and wiped the blood on the ground.

"What a surprise, it turns out that Angel Gabriel can also clean? I thought there would never be ashes where the angel is."

Constantine suddenly appeared in the room and even closed the door gently.

"If you keep doing things this way, you will soon step into hell completely."

Gabriel tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart and slowly turned around.

Gabriel, who had folded his wings, was neatly dressed in a suit, showing his beauty.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender, it seems to be beauty itself.

The slightly curly blonde hair also exuded light, adding a touch of holiness to it.

"Ah, that's really bad! My angel! Save your lost lamb!"

Constantine opened his hands, and the Ska cigarette on his fingers was still burning.

"How many times do you want me to say this, Constantine! No matter how many demons you sent back to hell, it was all for yourself. You can't go to heaven!"

Gabriel finally calmed down and returned to his usual appearance.

But the pain would not subside as it retracted its wings. So its tone was not very good.

"What's wrong, dear angel, you don't look very good?"

Constantine put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep puff, then spit out the smoke at Gabriel.

"Welcome to experience my life, Gabriel!"

Constantine still looked fearless, with a smile on his face.

"What do you want to say?"

Gabriel didn't even blink when facing the sudden smoke.

"By the way, do you know an angel named Manny?"

Constantine put away his unremarkable expression, as if to show that the question was serious.

"I have been in the human world for too long, and there are many angels I don't know. I'm really sorry."

Gabriel remained calm.

"That's a pity. Would you like to give the Lamb of the Lord a hug?"

Constantine got the answer he wanted, and then returned to his frivolous look.

"If you are really the Lamb of the Lord, then find a way to go to heaven."

Gabriel turned around and continued his daily work.

"What a pity. I won't bother you anymore."

Constantine opened the door and walked out, then fiddled with the door lock with a thin wire.

With a click, the door was locked from the outside, returning to the way it was before he came.

…

Gill and his father were sitting on a bench outside the blacksmith shop, looking at the stars, each holding an ice cream in their hands.

But Frank didn't eat a bite of the one in his hand.

There was also a large bag of snacks on hand, which was already two packs of the most expensive beer Frank could find.

Gill didn't lack pocket money, and the bag of banknotes was still hanging casually in the house.

But there were few snacks, after all, Burkeso didn't care about the quality of food.

In the shelter, resources are scarce, so even meals are as simple as possible, and no refined diets are developed.

"Jill, I'll be done soon. I'll move over and build a house next door, and we can live together."

Frank touched his son's head and suddenly felt that the furry touch was really good.

He couldn't help but speed up the frequency of his hands.

"I'll wait for you to finish your work. I'm living a good life now."

Jill licked the ice cream in her hand.

"When the time comes, we will live a normal life. When you grow up, you can be a lawyer or a dentist."

Frank was talking to himself rather than to Jill.

His heart had been broken with the death of his wife and daughter, but fortunately his son was still alive.

He was silent for a while.

"Dad, if you don't want to eat your ice cream, can you give it to me?"

Jill looked up at her father and said in a somewhat coquettish tone. At this time, he was like a child in his teens.

"Of course."

Frank was called back to his senses by Jill, and quickly handed the ice cream in his hand to Jill.

Burkeso was drinking heavily on a bench in the park.

He was particularly angry today. The girl's body was completely destroyed by the devil and she lost all possibility of survival.

Even if he used the medicine bottle, he couldn't save it.

The soul was given to Ancient One, and I think she would be sent to where she should go.

The death of the noble often does not bring awakening to the numb, but more like a carnival for the ignorant.

Just like Kane's death, it did not make those cowardly guys rise up to resist, but only made Leah extremely sad.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, sometimes they just seem noisy.

Bul-Kathos thought of the wailing wounded soldiers in the shelter and felt a little depressed.

"By the way, what was the name of that girl?" Bul-Kathos tried to recall.