Capítulo 1228: Chapter 131: Gabriel (2)
Helair closed his eyes nervously, frail and pitiable like a little chick.
“Helair, you lied…”
“Lord Heavenly Lock, I…”
“I gave the Holy Grail to Sariel, and she indeed betrayed . Chaos indeed shattered the rules of the Holy Grail, but it did not erupt, right? For what reason did Chaos eventually erupt?”
Facing the countless terrifying chains, Helair was extrely frightened, hesitated for a mont, but eventually confessed,
“It’s… because of … my mistake… Sariel wanted to use the Holy Grail to create her own Earthly Divine Kingdom, to use up the wishes of the Holy Grail. But Fisher… he was still being pursued by Death… Hence, I was forced to compete for the Holy Grail with her and Remiel, which ultimately led to the chaos within the Holy Grail being released… It’s all my fault…”
Raphael, who was standing nearby with his head lowered, opened his eyes and glanced at Helair, who was trembling like a leaf, with a touch of sympathy in his eyes.
There was no emotion in the eyes of Heavenly Lock, but in the next mont, the chains surrounding Helair were retracted one by one,
“Do you like that Transferee so much? Even to the point of taking such risks for him?”
Helair did not respond, only looking at Heavenly Lock pleadingly, but he kept silent, staring at Helair for a long ti before he continued,
“Helair, I still rember the process of your Creation. I rember what every Angel looked like when they were born. I rember searching for a long ti in the Spirit Realm’s Sea of Souls, and finally, towards the brightest direction near the mortal world, I found a warm and powerful soul, different from the muddled and chaotic souls of others. Each of your souls are strong and possess unique Seals. Your Seal kept repeating, ‘Helair’, so I took you back… You should know that such treatnt was only granted to when my Mother created …”
“Lord Heavenly Lock, your grace I will never forget…”
“Heh, if granting you birth was such unforgettable grace, Sariel and Remiel wouldn’t have betrayed … You made a mistake, and there will be corresponding punishnt. Henceforth, you shall take Sariel’s place as a Divine Envoy, and as you are similar to the newly born Life in the Ideal Country of the Lower Realm, I want you to go down, beco one of them, and manage them on behalf of the Holy Land. I want you to inject responsibility into their spirit and stabilize the Death Authority completely, can you do that?”
Heavenly Lock slowly stood up, looking at Helair, who was pathetically nodding repeatedly, and perhaps learning from Pandora and Remiel’s lessons, he did not say more, but turned around and slowly retreated into the shadows, while his voice slowly ca forth,
“That Transferee, Fisher, he will be the only Transferee left alive, for us to understand and dissect Chaos. But you better ensure he is worthy of the affection you’ve shown, I’ve learned from the World Tree and Tao about his deeds on the Tree Continent, he is no re innocent, he is very dangerous.”
Helair’s face turned slightly pale, but she still clutched her chest and assured Heavenly Lock,
“I will ensure he poses no threat to the Holy Land, I swear by my Life.”
“You better ensure… and prepare a new na in advance.”
Heavenly Lock had already vanished, his destination unknown, and with him went the oppressive pressure.
With his departure, Helair’s pale complexion finally eased a bit, but perhaps not yet over the “punishnt” she had received, she only clutched her chest and kept gasping.
Raphael did not offer straightforward comfort; he rely floated back up, grasped a book stolen from Gabriel’s Wisdom Vortex, and resud reading,
“It’s fine here now, you can leave… Or are you staying here to think of a na to use when you interact in the mortal world and with those newly born Lives?”
Helair struggled out of the Healing Holy Object, then silently adjusted the crooked crown atop her head, humming a song as she turned away from Raphael and said,
“No need, I have already thought of it. Thank you, Lord Raphael.”
Seeing her sing just monts after being so frightened, Raphael asked in so confusion,
“Are you alright, scared by Lord Heavenly Lock?”
Helair’s singing face was shadowed by vague obscurity, like a murky expanse of night Ocean, but when she turned around, her face only held a warm, dawn-like smile as she said,
“Ah, sorry… I tend to sing impulsively when I’m emotional, it helps relieve so pressure…”
“I have so matters to attend to, farewell, Lord Raphael.”
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At this mont, in the deep void of the material world, on an desolate planet far away from the Holy Land, Emhardt was dumbly staring into the desolate Universe before him. As he drifted into stupor, a tear inadvertently rolled from his book cover, and then, he seed to collapse, rolling on the ground.
“Wuuu… Fisher… Are we really going to part like this… ahhhh!”
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