"Three hundred quintillion," Michael said, "the weapons forged from our corpses."
"Resurrected only to die once more."
Even among all the angels, Lucifer was the most brilliant and beautiful, "I just never expected that I, who had once betrayed God, would also have the honor to be summoned again in this form."
"Azaren, girl!"
"Present!"
"After my death, was the Holy City secured?"
Lucifer gazed at Azaren, seeking an answer from her mouth, but the outcome was as expected.
"I'm sorry, senior."
Azaren hung her head, ashamed to face the comrade who had died before her.
"Is that so..."
Lucifer did not blame her; She stepped forward, just like the old times, once again shielding Azaren: "Then this time, we must protect it."
"Senior!"
Azaren lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, but she forcefully replied, "I will fight to the death!"
"Your Majesty, the Queen!"
Michael's gaze was resolute, and he requested command with a firm voice, "Please give your orders."
