It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 688 [106] The Angel Descends

Light poured down through the cracks in the acidic snow clouds.

The acidic snow evaporated into white mist the moment it touched the light, and the ice crystals hovered in mid-air before silently melting away.

The light continued to pour back, enveloping District 9 in a huge, blurry outline, turning the night into day.

Eyes, two eyes, each half a block in size, gazing down through thin gaps in the clouds.

It's like a person crouching down, bringing their face close to the ground to observe ants. The entire sky is their face, and the clouds are just the white breath they exhale.

His pupils were empty, an endless, pitch-black abyss. Those eyes were scanning. From left to right. Extremely slow, yet utterly authoritative.

As your gaze sweeps across, all the neon signs flash simultaneously, then go out. As your gaze sweeps across the ruins, all the rusted metal sheets tremble simultaneously. As your gaze sweeps across the crowd, everyone involuntarily lowers their heads.

He lay there in the sky, his enormous face taking up two-thirds of the sky, the remaining third being the six huge bands of light emanating from behind him.

A six-winged archangel descends here.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible curve at the corner of the angel's lips. It wasn't a smile. It was the silence before a verdict.

A scavenger knelt on the ground, the metal parts in his hand slipping and splashing into the puddle, creating a fluorescent blue spray. He tilted his head back, his mouth open, but no sound came out.

On the balcony of the second floor of the ruins, a woman holding a baby leaned against the railing, her body stiff. She didn't even realize that tears were silently streaming down her face.

In the middle of the street, several Neanderthal patrolmen stopped. The leader's flamingo fell to the ground with a clatter, but he didn't pick it up. He just stared blankly at the sky, his pupils reflecting the white light. Behind him, a young member's legs went weak, and he slid down the wall to the ground, covering his mouth with his hand, breathing rapidly as if he were suffocating.

No one speaks.

In the entire 9th district, with tens of thousands of people, not a single person spoke.

Even Rosenberg was at a loss in the face of this enormous miracle.

This wasn't a hologram, nor was it a superpower; instinct told Rosenberg that this was a real angel. He had a feeling, rooted in his DNA, of being targeted and unable to move by a top predator.

"What...what is this? A sign of the impending Doomsday Judgment?"

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In District 3, at the Night Dragon Society headquarters, a colossal angel also appeared in the sky.

That enormous face looked down upon all living beings, its empty pupils scanning the people in the square again and again—as if waiting for something.

Near the central garden, dozens of Night Dragon Society members gazed at the sky, their faces ashen. No one knelt, no one prayed—no one here believed in that Western god, but they had all heard the legend. Angels. The angels of Judgment Day.

A young man's long sword slipped from his hand, the blade striking the stone slab and breaking the silence, but no one looked down to look. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked, and no sound came out. The others were the same.

Outside the headquarters in the border town special zone, people initially thought it was some kind of marketing program or holographic projection, but they were quickly captivated by the overwhelming sense of pressure emanating from above.

At the edge of the night market, a child peeked up from between his mother's arms, then immediately buried his face in his arms, his shoulders trembling violently. The mother herself also closed her eyes, as nervous as an ant being watched by a mischievous child.

Many others forgot what they were doing; they stared blankly at the sky, feeling the ground beneath their feet begin to float. A sense of impending death filled them, along with a strange notion that death was sweet.

Qin Jiandan stepped outside from the ground exit of the intelligence department and immediately saw the giant angel in the sky.

Aunt He and a small group of people stood with their backs against the incinerator, relying on the heat of the incinerator to keep them warm in the cold night.

However, the angel's light dispelled all the darkness, creating an absurd feeling that the colors of all things and people had turned into black and white comics.

"Amitabha Buddha... Amitabha Buddha..."

Aunt He spoke very softly at first, as if afraid of disturbing something in the sky.

"May Buddha protect us, may Buddha protect us..."

She gripped the rosary beads tightly in her hand until her knuckles turned white.

“Disciple He has spent her life practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures… Namo Amitabha Buddha… Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva… Buddha, please bless us!”

She read it more than ten times when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

Looking back, a young man in a trench coat emerged from behind the servants' quarters, wearing a comical ghost mask that he couldn't remove. He looked up at the sky, the Doraemon logo on his coat gleaming in the light.

Aunt He remembered that this person was someone the young master had just brought back, and his name seemed to be "Zhou Tiannao".

Zhou Tiannao tilted his head back so high it almost bent over, and clicked his tongue.

"Where did such a huge angel come from? Is it divine retribution for drawing an erotic comic called 'My Girlfriend Jesus'?"

Aunt He's face turned from white to green. "You child, do you think you can joke about things like gods and ghosts? Quickly chant Buddhist prayers with me and say you're wrong!"

"Reciting Buddhist scriptures?" Zhou Tianna casually put his hands into his trench coat pockets. "Never mind then, I've also drawn 'My Girlfriend Shakya'!"

"You, you wretched creature!" As Aunt He hit Zhou Tiannao on the head with her prayer beads, Hu Chi walked up to Qin Jiandan.

"Young Master, according to the report, this angel has almost covered the entire 3rd District. Everyone is so frightened by him that they dare not move."

Qin Jiandan nodded and instructed, "Send people to strengthen the defenses of headquarters, especially the guest quarters, the intelligence department, and the medical clinic."

Mu Yue, Valei, and others stayed in the guest quarters. The intelligence department had Linlin and intelligence maids. The basement of the clinic was the important place where Doctor Li researched the Amethyst Elixir, and it was also where Master's hibernation pod was located.

Tiger Fool accepted the order and left. Out of the corner of Qin Jiandan's eye, she caught a glimpse of pink bun hair—Linlin had actually come out of the intelligence department.

"The situation here is unclear, you'd better not rush out..."

Qin Jiandan rushed over to protect her younger sister, only to find that Linlin had frozen completely after looking up at the sky, as if someone had grabbed her throat, making it impossible for her to swallow. Her red, dazzling kung fu uniform remained motionless. Her combat boots gripped the stone pavement tightly, her toes digging into the ground, the toes slightly deformed.

Qin Jiandan followed her gaze and glanced upwards. The enormous angel still lay prostrate in the sky, its empty eyes slowly scanning the heavens.

"Linlin?"

Linlin covered her mouth and pretended to gag, as if every millisecond she continued to gaze at the angel was exhausting all her strength.

"Why...why are there such disgusting things..."

"nausea?"

Even if Qin Jiandan hated the Gade Cult, even if he searched his mind for all the adjectives, he would never find the word "disgusting" to describe the beings in the sky at this moment.

Qin Jiandan's mind raced—in Linlin's eyes, that thing was not an angel at all!

Linlin and Qin Jiandan were among the first inhabitants. While they were in hibernation pods, they evaded the collective cognitive shielding of the central tower.

However, during the time travel event, Qin Jiandan encountered the Squid King at the bottom of the central tower. After being attacked by it, he was once again subjected to cognitive shielding.

In other words, among all the living people in the entire Huan Shi City, only Linlin retained the unique and complete cognitive ability.

Only what Linlin saw was true!

Linlin couldn't fully recount what she saw to her brother. It was a huge mass of rotten flesh lying in the sky, with wet tentacles covered with countless rotating eyes, as if it had been skinned alive and then turned over to dry.

She felt a tearing sensation in the corner of her eye, acid reflux, and spasms in her injured left calf. She could no longer look directly at the sky.

"A giant squid...covered in slime, suckers, and eyes..."

Linlin had to use all her strength to make even the slightest sound.

The angel, who was slowly scanning the earth, suddenly focused his gaze on a point, which Qin Jiandan realized was where Linlin was.

Without a second thought, Qin Jiandan immediately used the Steel Armor Breathing Technique to shield Linlin. The angel's gaze, almost tangible, clashed with the Steel Armor Breathing Technique, producing a metallic clang.

In Qin Jiandan's and the others' eyes, an angry expression appeared on the angel's usually calm face. This made him even more terrifying, and at the same time diminished his divine nature.

Many of the angels described in the Bible are not human in form, but supernatural beings composed of wheels, eyes, and wings.

Qin Jiandan suddenly remembered: When angels see humans, their first words are always "Child, don't be afraid." Could it be that the squid monster is not disguised as an angel, but that the appearance of angels is indescribable, and people are subjected to cognitive shielding, which makes them think that angels are winged humanoids?
Perhaps this "angel" is one of the six squid councilors that Qin Jiandan once saw at the bottom of the Central Tower?

Across the cold air, Qin Jiandan and the being in the sky locked eyes. While activating the Steel Armor Breathing Technique, Qin Jiandan held the inner force of the Nine Heavens Thunderfire in his hand, ready to deliver a devastating blow.

The angel slowly raised its left hand—in Linlin's eyes, it looked like it was raising a tentacle.

The Nine Heavens Thunderfire had already begun to crackle in Qin Jiandan's hands.

The angel felt pressure coming from another direction.

At the window of Guest Room 601, Mu Yue had already locked onto him. Because the fetus in her womb was ready to meet the superpower condition of "protecting loved ones" at any time, "Moonlight Justice" was poised to be unleashed.

Mu Yue couldn't see the squid monster's true face, but she instinctively felt that this angel was an enemy, not a friend.

The angel paused, seemingly contemplating whether it could withstand the combined attack of Moonlight Justice and Nine Heavens Thunderfire.

A moment later, the angel flapped its wings and took flight. The immense force propelled it upwards at breakneck speed, turning it into a white dot that mingled with the acidic snow that began to fall again in the sky.

The pressure on the people on the ground decreased sharply. They began to discuss why this strange phenomenon had occurred. Qin Jiandan raised his wrist and aimed it at the alarm bracelet and the communication device on duty, Kazama.

"Spread the word. Say that the angels are advanced holographic projection technology used by the company to undermine the faith of the people of East City... What, you're saying that the Nean Society was also spied on by angels? Hmm... You handle the details, but in short, you must declare that these are not real angels!"

After Linlin gazed directly at the angel's face, her palms were sweaty and turned icy cold in the night. Qin Jiandan helped her into the room.

An ominous premonition lingered in my mind.

Linlin is the only one who can break through cognitive barriers. Could this make her the company's primary target for elimination?

(End of this chapter)