Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

:"Bruch, if you’re not going to break your battle state, are you saving it for the New Year?!" Bach suddenly cursed.

Old Prince Bruch was both amused and helpless, as the Ten-Winged Black Feathers swiftly unfolded, and a powerful gust instantly knocked down a group of people from the Church.

Bali, Eddie, and other key figures of the Blood Clan also charged forward, clashing with the knights. Xia Hau and An Yiqing were surrounded by Brown’s Knight Team, preventing them from breaking through the encirclement.

At this moment, Brown and several red-robed bishops finally finished their chanting. A blinding light erupted, accompanied by a powerful gust, and two golden-haired men with white wings appeared in mid-air.

"Who is summoning me?"

Brown was overjoyed inside, hurriedly bowing in respect, "Honored ones, the Archbishop of the Church of Divine Country, Louis Brown, summons you both. May I ask your identities?"

"Seraph."

"Michael."

Brown was stunned, then elated. Angels are divided into nine ranks, with the Seraph being powerful entities among the top three ranks. Michael is the Archangel of the seven angels. Both are formidable figures. To think their combined strength could summon these two, it was truly a surprise!

"Honored ones, we are encircling the Dark Forces. The opposing side is too powerful, we request your assistance!"

The Seraph and Michael surveyed the scene, their eyes squinting slightly upon spotting Xia Hau.

"The heir of Cain?"

Brown quickly responded, "Yes, honored ones, the heir of Cain has appeared, and his power is formidable. The Western Forces of Light are in grave danger!"

The Seraph slowly descended, but his eyes never left Xia Hau.

"This one is mine."

With that, his wings flapped, heading towards Xia Hau.

Xia Hau, entangled with the Knight Team, suddenly sensed intense pressure, accompanied by a strong sense of crisis. Relying on his keen intuition, he swiftly turned around and rolled on the ground to move from where he stood.

At the same time, a beam of white light struck where Xia Hau had been fighting, creating a deep pit. Xia Hau shivered at the thought, if it had hit him...

Turning his gaze to the man in mid-air, Xia Hau squinted, "Who are you?"

"Seraph. You, heir of Cain, belong to the Dark Race, you shouldn’t exist in this world."

Seraph? Xia Hau was taken aback.

He was well-versed in the history of the Church; Seraph was just a legend, yet it truly existed. Casting a strange glance at the Seraph, Xia Hau let out a cold laugh.

"Shouldn’t exist in this world? Seraph, I’ve never harmed an innocent. Why shouldn’t I exist, just because I’m from the Blood Clan?"

The Seraph was momentarily stunned, then his inner thoughts spilled out, "This world should be of light. You, from the Dark Race, should disappear. In any case, today, you must die."

After speaking, his right hand grasped the air, forming a long spear of golden light. The spear shimmered with a cold brilliance, with powerful airstreams swirling around it.

The Seraph’s response left Xia Hau amused. He suddenly realized why the Dark Race bore such hatred towards the Church. To be exterminated without distinction, only because of their lineage. How could such Holy Luminaries talk about valor?

Enough, if the Seraph is like this, then just kill him!

With purple-tinged black feathers unfolding slowly behind him, Xia Hau’s eyes turned crimson. His sharp teeth emerged, adding a seductive evil charm to his once calm demeanor.

He slowly ascended into the air, standing opposite the Seraph.

At this moment, An Yiqing, entangled with the Knight Team, finally broke free. Raising her head, she sensed trouble. Though Xia Hau was formidable, thinking he could take on angels was simply wishful thinking.

Immediately, she swiftly darted towards Xia Hau’s direction. However, Michael intercepted her halfway.

"Your opponent is me," Michael said coldly.

An Yiqing looked him up and down, her cold eyes narrowing, "Archangel Michael?"

"Indeed," Michael replied icily, "Human, aiding the Dark Race against the Church is truly unforgivable."

An Yiqing scoffed, "Spare me your nonsense, whether I die is not for you to decide. If you want to fight, then fight, stop dithering like an old woman!"

With that, she swung her right hand fiercely. A flash of purple light, Long Zixuan, Fatty Mao Er, Xiao Hei, and Old Jin appeared out of nowhere.

"What the hell, what’s going on? Western Birdmen?!" Old Jin shouted in surprise.