"Brother... I'm so sleepy."

Yinmeng snuggled into Lorde's arms, her face was bloodless, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

"Yinmeng, don't sleep!"

Lorde's face changed suddenly, gently shaking Yinmeng in his arms, and kept calling her name.

But in exchange only silence.

This pure feather is like the poisonous arrow that Hercules shot at Chiron. The high-level divine power contained in it makes Yinmeng suffer unimaginable pain all the time, until the soul finally can't bear it and collapses and dies .

"You hold back, Yinmeng, my brother will help you pull it out now!"

With a flash of coldness in Lorde's eyes, he grabbed the white feather with his bare hands, trying to pull it out!

Zizizi!

At the moment of first contact, it was like holding a hot soldering iron, as if burning the soul in a raging fire, the severe pain was like a tidal wave, pouring into the brain continuously!

Accompanying this, every nerve in the brain, every cell in the body, and every inch of the skin is screaming hysterically!

"what!!!"

Lord's face was twisted in pain, bloodshot eyes covered his eyes, and blue veins burst out all over his body, and the whole person looked terrifying.

But even if the soul suffered such severe burning pain, he would not let go of his palm!

Unfortunately it backfired.

Even though he had tried his best, the pure white feather remained motionless.

Seeing that Yinmeng's soul is getting weaker and weaker, in a hurry, Lord is anxious, thinking that Constantine may have a solution!

Constantine has been dealing with Heaven the longest, and he is a magician himself, so maybe he can pull this feather out?

Thinking of this, Lorde hugged Yinmeng and returned to Constantine in Shunbu.

"Save her!"

Lorde's eyes were blood red, and his voice was extremely hoarse. Now he can only pin his hopes on Constantine!

Constantine was startled by Lorde's appearance, but then his eyes moved down, and he saw the seriously injured Yinmeng and the holy white feather.

"This feather... is an angel's feather?"

Although he had seen a lot of angel feathers, and he also kept a few of them at home as trump cards, the difference between those feathers and the one in front of him was like the difference between clouds and mud!

This feather is white and flawless, and it exudes a strong divine aura. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, it seems like the sound of heaven is playing in the ear.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for this feather to fall from an ordinary angel!

In Constantine's mind, an almost impossible possibility suddenly flashed: "Could it be... is this feather from the sacred wing of the Seraphim?"

That's right!

Only the highest-ranked blazing angels in rumors can possess this rich divine aura, as well as the fiery and pure holy light like the sun!

"Seraph..."

Constantine's face was extremely ugly, and a 'person' instantly appeared in his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "This feather... belongs to Gabriel!"

By now.

The evidence is thrown in his face, if he doesn't understand, he is really an idiot!

Even in the heaven where angels are like clouds, there are only eight blazing angels in the highest ranking!

Among the eight blazing angels, only Gabriel was ordered to guard the world, and it happened to be in Los Angeles!

All clues point to Gabriel, and a huge conspiracy gradually emerges in front of Constantine.

But there is still one thing he can't figure out, that is, why Gabriel, one of the blazing angels, should cooperate with the devil in hell?

Looking at the injured Yinmeng and Lorde's red eyes, Constantine was in a state of turmoil.

It felt like there was no way to start.

"Give it up...she's helpless."

Constantine's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "The Feather of the Seraph symbolizes the source of the angel's power. It is made up of pure and holy angelic power, and mortals can't pull it out, unless..."

Having said that, Constantine hesitated.

"Unless what?"

Lorde's eyes were red, and he asked word by word.

"Two ways."

Constantine took a deep look at him, then took a deep breath, and said, "First, the power of the Seraph's feathers comes from the Seraph itself, so only by killing Gabriel, you can unplug it. A feather."

"Secondly, although the Seraphs hold different positions, their power comes from God. If other Seraphs take action, they can also pull out this feather."

Both options are hard!

Whether it's killing the Seraph or finding a second Seraph, for the current Lord, it's even more difficult than reaching the sky!

With the last glimmer of hope, Lorde asked, "Can you...can summon the Seraphim to come?"

"sorry."

There was a touch of apology on Constantine's face, and he said bitterly: "I can do nothing. Summoning the miracle of Seraph's coming can only be done if the faith is firm enough, or the Pope can do it."

Not to mention firmness, belief alone has nothing to do with him Constantine!

The second road was blocked instantly.

The only option left now is to kill Gabriel.

Lord closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and asked, "I ask you, if Gabriel lost her wings, would this feather still be useful?"

"how can that be?"

Constantine was stunned for a moment, thinking that Lord might be dreaming, Seraphs are high-level angels, who can peel off their wings?

"You just need to tell me, yes or no!" Lord said solemnly.

"Theoretically possible."

Constantine could only answer truthfully: "Once a seraph loses its wings, it means that it has been deprived of the personality of an angel. Naturally, it is impossible for the fallen feathers to have the divinity of a seraph."

"I understand......"

Lorde's eyes are cold, he has already thought of a solution, but this solution may not like Constantine.

Lord manipulated Lingzi to construct a void space, picked up Yinmeng with the softest movements, placed her in this space, and then hid the entire space in the shadows.

In this way, Yinmeng's safety does not need to be worried for the time being.

"Let's go."

Lorde looked indifferent and said lightly: "Let's stop Mammon and Gabriel."

"It's time to stop them."

Constantine lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and grinned: "I hope the two of us can come back alive this time."

......

after the two left.

A lithe black cat walked out with graceful steps.

The black cat walked to the place where Yinmeng was hidden, raised his claws and used his sharp fingertips to easily cut through the hidden shadow space, and then walked in slowly.

"Meow~"

The black cat stretched out its tongue and licked Yinmeng's cheek, and there was a hint of human compassion in those golden vertical pupils.

then.

A drop of pure gold-like tears slipped from the black cat's eyes and slowly dripped onto Yinmeng's chest.

...