The petrification on her was cracking, revealing the delicate and tender Holy Spirit Angel underneath. As soon as her mouth could move again, a roar immediately erupted from her: "#%￥…#@￥*".
The words that came out rendered everyone dumbfounded. Luther thought he had heard wrong and asked Lisa who was beside him, "My dear grandmother, was she greeting others just now? Greeting the Gods of Light?"
Lisa, ignoring the issue he had with her name, incredulously responded, "It… it seems so."
If such a greeting came from a Minotaur aunt at the entrance of a marketplace, it would not have sounded out of place. But for a Six-winged Archangel to roar out such vulgar words was indeed astounding.
Everyone was stunned by the roar, still staring as the petrified layer came off.
The Six-winged Archangel maintained her combat pose, shouting again, "Die! For you wicked gods, is life that cheap and casual in your eyes?"
