Rody, following a Fire Essence Monster, entered behind a mountain wall and discovered a huge cave, with winding and unfathomable passages.

After quite some time, he cautiously made his way out, intending to return to Jill's side.

It was nearly dusk by then, and Rody was pleased he wasn’t too late.

As he walked back in the afterglow of the setting sun, he wondered how happy Jill would be to see him. After spending every moment together for over ten days, Rody had just left Jill for a short while and suddenly realized that something called 'missing' had emerged in his heart. There was an urge, urging him to return to her side quickly. This wasn’t the dangerous sense of a psychic connection, but a kind of longing, akin to missing his mother or the allure of the female boss and demon sisters.

Just as he rounded a small hill, Rody suddenly saw a man standing in front.

He had pristine, flawless swan wings that fluttered gently, emanating a faint white light around him, exuding an aura of absolute sanctity. He wore a crown made of silver branches and olive leaves on his head, and his clothing was as white as snow, covered with an extremely exquisite silver armor, and a holy sword embellished with gems hung at his waist.

This person had golden hair like a waterfall and was unbelievably handsome. It was believed that even the proudest of women, upon seeing him, would secretly admit their affection.

“Why don’t you bow in reverence upon seeing an angel? Human male, are you not a believer of the God of Light?” The winged man’s voice was as melodious as a spring flowing over stones, captivating and heavenly. He looked at Rody as if he saw an ant crawling at his feet, his supreme aura capable of making the world’s proudest knights kneel.

“An angel?” Rody was taken aback.

“The soldiers from Great Frey, Norn, and Camaron haven’t arrived here yet. You are a student of Felic, right?” The winged angel glanced at Rody, noticing he was just an ordinary person with no fighting spirit or magic power, and a flash of surprise crossed his face.

“What kind of strength does a winged angel possess?” Rody asked with a slight smile, reversing the question.

“Angels, once born in the Birth Pool, possess the combat strength of a human Great Swordmaster. Foolish human, from your disrespectful tone, it seems you have some scheme. Do you think you can use futile and laughable means to ambush an angel? What a joke!” The winged angel snorted arrogantly, his face showing disdain, “Do you think human magic and fighting spirit can harm a Light Angel? You truly are a fool!”

“If I can't beat him, can't I just run?” Rody said indifferently, “Birdman, don't be too arrogant. If I could fly, I would definitely knock your teeth out.”

“What?” The winged angel was furious, experiencing such a grave insult from a human for the first time in a hundred years.

“Having such a pair of bird wings on your back is quite convenient, but they’re too ugly, almost like a duck!” Rody finished speaking and turned to leave. The winged angel instantly blocked his path, extremely angered. He could have easily obliterated this insignificant human with magic, but that wouldn’t have been satisfying. He wanted to thoroughly defeat him, torment him to the extreme, then let him die.

“How should I execute you?” The winged angel suppressed his anger, preparing to first dominate the conversation and subdue his opponent verbally, as killing him wouldn’t be satisfying enough.

“There’s a perfect way, that is to pluck your feathers one by one until you’re bald, and laugh me to death!” Rody said with a smile, “Or, you could do a striptease and disgust me to death!” Before Rody could finish, the winged angel, in extreme rage, drew his holy sword, unleashed a fierce sword energy that split him in two, and then conjured a huge light orb, bombing the spot where Rody had stood and blasting the entire hill to pieces.

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The ground shook for a long time, and dust and smoke billowed.

The winged angel saw some flesh mixed with soil in the distance, and on a stone, there was a severed hand.

“Despicable human, you think death is the end? Go to hell! For daring to blaspheme an angel, I want you to suffer in hell forever!” The winged angel began chanting a strange magic, a white light rapidly spreading from his body. Within the white light, one could see soul-like spirits of various animals and plants, all standing still. After the spread of the light, they began to struggle painfully.

A huge black hole appeared on the ground, at the bottom of the white light, absorbing all the spirits within its reach.

In an instant, all the spirits were sucked into the black hole.

Having chanted this magic, the winged angel appeared slightly tired. He rose into the sky contentedly, circled thrice, and then shot towards the sky, disappearing.

After a while, Rody suddenly appeared at the edge of the huge crater, holding his knees in the air, turning around, and landing steadily at the bottom of the pit.

Looking at the sky, he smiled and said, “Even though you have the strength of a wild bull, what’s the use? You only have the brain of a pig! Fooled by a corpse, that’s an angel? When I become powerful, I’ll turn him into my slave of darkness, making him bow behind me forever. If in front of the Pope, let him kiss the mud under my feet. The Pope's face will be worth seeing then, haha!”

“How about finding a female angel to be a sex slave? What do you think of that proposal?” Someone suggested from behind Rody.

Rody was startled, turned around, and saw a girl floating on a staff, smiling at him. Although her face was the most beautiful he had ever seen, he had no intention of admiring it; although her bosom was high like the sacred mountains in the silent forest, he didn’t even glance at it; although her white jade-like long legs, exposed from her loose robe, presented deeper temptations that could stop any man's exploratory gaze, Rody was as indifferent as if he were blind.

Rody closed his eyes and concentrated all his mental power to observe the girl, but to no avail, as if she didn't exist in front of him.

However, the girl was sizing him up, seemingly never getting enough of it, looking him over and over again.

“Do you want to see my wings?” The girl's voice had an indescribable allure. If she spoke like this to a statue, perhaps the statue would come off its pedestal to kiss her jade hand.

“How many wings can an angel have at most?” Rody asked.

“Angels' wings are counted in pairs. The most any angel has is eight pairs, sixteen wings,” the girl smiled, “Only one angel possesses them, and that is the God of Light. He, the supreme being, has golden sixteen light wings, unique and unmatched. Then, the most intelligent ‘Wish Angel’ possesses ten wings; the strongest combat angel, the ‘Seraph,’ has eight wings; Archangels have six; Powers have four; and Virtues have two, like the foolish one who got angry just now!”

“How many wings do you have?” Rody asked again.

“I am a Wisdom Angel, possessing six wings, same as the Archangels. But we are called ‘Wish Angels’.” The girl smiled faintly, “In terms of human strength rankings, I would at least be considered an Exalted Gold Robe Grand Mage. Of course, since I am special, I guess I am incomparable to the human Archmages. If you think of escaping back to the storage space, you’ll find it impossible. Don't waste your energy on such thoughts, just stay outside and talk to me!”

“This is a rule, isn't it? If I think it’s impossible, then it will be under the constraints of the rule.” Rody disappeared in an instant, then reappeared, laughing, “Is this what you called impossible?”

“Haha, don't you know girls like to lie the most?” She laughed heartily, not minding at all.

“Interested in applying to be my sex slave? You’ll have to queue up at Felic first!” Rody taunted her while extending his mental power to sense his surroundings, worried that any noise might alert Jill. Although he didn’t know her intentions, the appearance of an angel in the land of evil was definitely not a good sign.

“Do you know how old I am? To me, you are like a just-sprouted bean sprout!” The girl wasn’t angry, covering her mouth and giggling secretly.

“I don’t like old women!” Rody nodded, saying.

“If you agree to be my holy knight, I can help you lift the Magic Martial Prohibition! How about that?” The girl threw out the most tempting proposition, targeting Rody's weakest defense. Unlike an angel, she seemed more like a devil, able to see through what he needed and desired, hitting Rody’s most fatal weakness.

“Being a holy knight for an old woman is a bit embarrassing. Although I really want to lift the Magic Martial Prohibition, I’ll pass.” Rody finished speaking and felt a bit of regret himself. He had brushed past hope again, but this time, he had killed it himself. If Rody didn’t long to become stronger, to lift the Magic Martial Prohibition, that would be a lie. But he would never submit under any condition.

“It doesn’t matter. One day, you will agree,” the girl smiled, “I can wait. A few decades, a century, is just a blink of an eye to me.”

“Why me?” Rody asked, a bit puzzled, “Are there no men left in the world?”

“I only like interesting people, and you are quite interesting,” the girl laughed, “I’ll tell you what can lift the ‘Magic Martial Prohibition.’ It gives you something to live for. There is a Black Dragon Queen under the Dark Demon God. If you get her blood and come to me, I’ll give you a drop of blood. Then, with heavenly grass, green orchid, dark abyss ink peach, and blue chrysanthemum made into a potion, and finally adding Moon Goddess Well water as a catalyst, drinking it will do.”

“…” Rody felt dizzy after hearing this, “It’s too complicated, I won’t do it.”

“If you get the Black Dragon Queen's blood, remember to find me,” the girl covered her mouth and laughed heartily, finally stopping to say, “If you want to find me, just shout to the sky, ‘Most adorable, gentlest, most beautiful, kindest Wish Angel Barbara Ba·Lino Bi Li·Agnes·Bai Li Er, your holy knight sincerely prays for your descent, your radiance will shine on my entire world, praise you, my goddess! Hallelujah!’ Remember, you have to say it in one breath to work.”

“Only an idiot would do that!” Rody burst into laughter.