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Chapter 231 The Father Returns, Medusa Mingles in the Holy City
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could you be God Father?!"

Remiel's voice was almost hoarse as he looked up at Wang Feng high in the sky with a mixture of shock and resistance in his eyes.

at this time--

"Crack!"

The space reflected in the Holy City suddenly tore open, and three holy figures broke through the air and arrived.

On the left, Uriel spread out sixteen dazzling golden wings, his blazing divine power like the scorching sun in the sky.

On the right, Raguel's twelve ice-blue wings spread out, and frost crystallized in the void.

Raphael in the center has fourteen pale purple wings fluttering gently, and his healing radiance is like a spring breeze.

"What exactly happened? Why did the power of faith in the Holy City suddenly weaken?"

Uriel's stern questioning came to an abrupt end.

The gazes of the three archangels were simultaneously fixed on the figure high in the sky—the power of the will of all beings surrounding Wang Feng caused even Uriel, the sixteen-winged seraph, to tremble in shock!
Even more terrifying was that faintly visible ghostly figure.
Uriel felt a sudden, instinctive shudder deep within his soul. It was the most primal awe that came from the angelic soul, just like the insignificance and fear that mortals feel when facing the creator god!
"That's the Heavenly Father?!"

This absurd idea grew uncontrollably in the minds of the three archangels.

They didn't want to believe it, and they dared not believe it—

Historical scriptures clearly state that after spreading the seeds of magic and condensing his divine essence, the Heavenly Father ascended to a higher dimension.

And now, this young man, whom they regard as a heretic, is radiating the purest holy power that only the Heavenly Father possesses?!

But no matter how much they resisted.
That resonance originating from the deepest part of the angelic soul does not lie, and that pressure that makes all the statues in the holy city respond with faith does not lie!

Wang Feng looked down indifferently at the four archangels, the light of the soul shadows behind him growing even more dazzling—

"Now, do you still want to continue questioning?"

Remiel trembled all over, yet stubbornly kept his back straight, his eyes flashing with a mad light:
"It's fake. It's all fake! I absolutely don't believe it!"

Wang Feng stared at him, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes:
"I had high hopes for you. What a pity."

He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gently hooking—

"Buzz!"

The angelic soul embryo within Remiel's body detached on its own and flew towards Wang Feng's palm like a fledgling returning to its nest.

Having lost his soul embryo, Remiel instantly knelt on the ground, his body, devoid of holy power, trembling under the vast holy might.

"How...how is this possible?" Raguel's pupils dilated, and his voice trembled.

Even a sixteen-winged seraph could never forcibly separate another person's soul!
unless
Unless the person before you is truly the Heavenly Father who created the angel race!

Wang Feng's gaze swept indifferently over the three archangels:

"Do you still have questions?"

After a brief silence—

"Shh!"

Raguel knelt down on one knee first, his ice-blue wings folding respectfully: "Raguel greets the Heavenly Father!"

Raphael followed closely behind, his purple wings drooping: "Raphael, welcome back the Father!"

Uriel's golden wings trembled violently, and finally he slowly bowed down with a long sigh: "Uriel greets the Father."

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Wang Feng unleashed a torrent of dazzling faith power, which flowed like rivers into the sea and merged into the sacred soul shadow behind him.

He descended slowly, stepping into the void, each step seemingly creating golden ripples in the air.

Uriel bowed his head respectfully: "Father, what should be done with Remiel?"

Wang Feng's gaze swept indifferently over Remier, who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Remiel had long lost his former majesty; his holy robes were disheveled, and his eyes were filled with despair.

“Anyone who dares to question the majesty of the Heavenly Father shall be stripped of their position as an archangel.” Wang Feng’s voice was calm and unhurried, yet carried an undeniable authority. “Considering that he has protected the Holy City for many years, the punishment of abolishing his cultivation shall be waived.”

Remiel looked up abruptly, a glint of disbelief flashing in his dark eyes.

"From this day forward, you shall never set foot in the Holy City again." Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, a holy light swirling around him. "Go to the coastal nations, where they are suffering terribly from the ravages of sea monsters. Use your power to atone for your sins." Remiel trembled violently, his lips quivering but unable to utter a single word.

He had thought he would suffer an even worse fate than Michael, but unexpectedly, Wang Feng gave him a way out.

A flicker of surprise crossed Uriel's eyes, but he quickly regained his respect: "The Father is merciful."

Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, and the image of the Heavenly Father resonated mysteriously with the entire Holy City.

In an instant, every inch of the holy city, every street and alley, and even the breath of every resident was clearly reflected in his perception.

Suddenly, in an inconspicuous clothing store, a strange atmosphere caught his attention.

That aura, like a drop of ink in clear water, stood out starkly against the pure faith of the Holy City.

“You…” Wang Feng slowly turned around, “A holy city, yet you allowed demons to infiltrate without even realizing it.”

The three archangels paled upon hearing this.

"demon?"

"This is impossible!"

"How could the Golden Dragon's Eye, which monitors the entire city, be so powerful?"

Wang Feng said no more, and raised his hand to grab at the reflection of the clothing store in the air.

Suddenly, the mirror-like reflection distorted, and his arm pierced through the spatial barrier, disappearing into the rippling spatial waves.

...

Clothing store
Euryale leaned lazily against the counter, her fingertips lightly tapping the tabletop, her golden vertical pupils reflecting the strange image of the Holy City in the sky.

"Such a dawdling..." she murmured, her tone tinged with impatience, "It's wasting my time choosing new 'clothes'."

As the second daughter of Medusa, one of the seven giants of Africa, the harpy Medusa Euryale has been lurking in the holy city for nearly a century.

For the past century, she has used this clothing store as a cover to silently hunt down young women who come to the holy city.

She peeled off their skin and made it into exquisite "collectibles." Ironically, the holy city remains unaware of her existence.

"Hmm..." She tilted her head, lightly touching her red lips with her fingertips, her eyes shimmering with a golden-pink light, "Next time, who should I choose?"

However, in the instant she was pondering—

An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly descended!

"Varied--?!"

Before she could even react, an invisible hand pierced through the void and grabbed her throat!
The next second, the world spun around her, and she was forcibly pulled into another dimension!
……

Within the Holy City Mirror Space

The three archangels—along with Remiel, who had lost his angelic soul—were all taken aback when they saw the woman who had suddenly appeared in Wang Feng's hands.

The next second, they keenly sensed the light that made it impossible for anything to hide.
Demonic aura!

"A hybrid descendant of the Harpy and Queen Medusa, her power is the Eye of Deception."

Wang Feng spoke calmly, and every word he uttered caused Euryale's heart to clench violently.

She looked up in horror, meeting the cold gazes of the four archangels.

"My lord! I am willing to submit."

“Crack—”

Euryale's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt. Her body, like fragile glass, shattered instantly under the invisible holy power!

Only the Deceptive Eye, gleaming with a strange golden-pink light, hovered in the air, and was casually taken into Wang Feng's palm.

"The defenses of the Holy City need to be reorganized."

Wang Feng's gaze swept over Uriel and the other two. Although he didn't emphasize his words, the three archangels simultaneously knelt on one knee.

"I will obey the commandment of the Heavenly Father!"

(End of this chapter)