At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 42 We don't care, you are an angel
"..."

The crew members, now conscious, were stunned, their eyes reflecting the figure of him raising his glowing holy sword and unleashing a beam of light to annihilate the monsters that crawled out of hell. Flames surrounded him, as if cheering for his victory.

The figure was thin and short, not yet an adult, perhaps only the same age as their son.

The scene before our eyes is far superior to even the superhero battle scenes in American movies.

Behind the boy, the golden-haired angel slowly folded her wings, and the holy halo above her head disappeared, as if afraid of frightening the foolish people of the mortal world.

“Angel…” Allen stared blankly at the blonde girl standing on the deck not far away, memories surging in his mind.

It was familiar, very familiar, extremely familiar. He was absolutely certain that the angel before him was the blonde girl who had saved him many years ago.

Her eyes reflected the image of the angel slowly folding her wings, blurring her vision. Two streams of tears slid down her cheeks to her chin and dripped onto her clothes.

He was saved once again, and then again, both times appearing to save him when he was on the verge of death and about to be dragged into hell by Satan.

An angel! So she was an angel. Yes, only angels would always be there to save people from danger in times like these.

"I survived, sob sob sob..." He had only cried once since he could remember when his father passed away quietly. He considered himself a strong man, but at this moment he couldn't control his tears.

This is a story of surviving a catastrophe and being redeemed by angels, where one is unable to control their emotions.

"I survived... Waaah, damn it!" The middle-aged bearded man couldn't help but burst into tears after regaining his senses. Who could resist being saved by an angel, you bastard!

“I almost thought I would never be able to go back. Thank you, angel.” A man couldn’t control his emotions and knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, his forehead hitting the deck.

Once they came to their senses, the crew members were overwhelmed by the emotions, and even those who didn't want to cry choked up as a flood of emotions surged through their minds after being rescued.

Their first thought wasn't for themselves, but for their wives and children. They could imagine how miserable their lives would be if they died.

"Haha...haha..."

At this moment, Gavin slowly put the Holy Sword down and planted it on the ground, breathing heavily. His vision was becoming blurry, his consciousness was fading, and his body felt as if he had run a lap around Cardiff. His hands and feet were trembling, and if he hadn't been supporting himself with the Holy Sword, he would have collapsed to the ground in the next moment.

He had only two words in his mind right now, and those two words seemed to pile up like a mountain, threatening to crush him.

So tired, so tired, so tired...

His whole body ached, and he wanted to lie down right now, but his sister's voice made him stay still.

“Gavin.” Eleanor stepped forward to support her younger brother, who looked like he was about to fall. A blue light shone in her hand. This was the healing wind element, which came with the 'Blessed Angel'. It could be used even without activating the 'Blessed Angel', but the effect wouldn't be as good.

I just activated 'Blessed Angel' once, but I don't have enough elemental power left to activate it again.

"I, I'm fine, sister. Using the Holy Sword's ultimate move was too exhausting. I'm completely drained." Gavin took a deep breath and recovered a little.

"Sister, don't use your elemental power on me. Check if the crew members need treatment first."

“Don’t force yourself,” Eleanor said gently, then turned to look at the crew members who were sobbing from the shock of surviving the ordeal. When the crew saw the angel turn to look at them, one of them excitedly performed a Christian sacrament.

Most of them were believers in God, but only superficially; now they have sworn to become fanatics.

"Angel, thank you for saving us."

“No… I’m not an angel, I’m just… I’m just…” Eleanor quickly denied it. She was just a blessed person and dared not accept faith and worship, as that would be a desecration of angels: “I’m just an ordinary girl who has inherited the destiny of a hero, please don’t be so polite.”

The crew simply didn't believe it. "We saw it with our own eyes, how could it be fake? It must be that the angel didn't want to reveal his true identity."

"Are there any seriously injured people?" Irene looked helpless, as if the more she explained, the less they believed her. She was a little frustrated. "I'm sorry, holy angel, it's all my fault. Please don't blame them." "Cough cough, my chest hurts so much, my angel. I might have a lung hemorrhage." A pale-faced crew member with red fluid in his nose and mouth trembled as he raised his hand.

"Please don't move." Irene quickly walked up to him, raised her hands, and healing wind element flowed from her body into her hands, with a blue light slowly covering his body.

The crew member's pale face visibly regained some color, and he coughed violently, coughing up some blood. In order not to get any blood on the holy angel, he quickly turned around and lay down on the deck.

"Anyone else seriously injured? Please don't raise your hands if you have minor injuries." Irene wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the crew members whose faces were full of piety. She didn't have much elemental power, so she could only choose to help the seriously injured.

"My angel, please help Captain Allen first. We only have minor internal bleeding, and we can be treated at the hospital when we get back." The middle-aged bearded man quickly pointed to Allen, who was clutching his heart and curled up in a corner of the deck.

Captain Allen had a heart condition, a fact known only to a few of the older crew members.

"Yes, yes, save Captain Allen first. If it weren't for Captain Allen stalling for time, we would have been eaten by now."

"Please, Your Excellency Angel."

“I’m not an angel…” Eleanor retorted, then quickly knelt down in front of Allen.

"Angel, thank you for saving me again." Allen looked at the blonde angel who walked up to him, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Again?" Eleanor reached out, and healing wind elements enveloped Allen, looking somewhat puzzled.

“Cardiff Bay, the burning shipwreck at night, do you remember?” Allen said quickly, his body feeling so comfortable under the power of the angel, and his heart no longer ached.

Irene's eyes widened slightly: "You were one of the people I saved back then?"

She remembered; that memory was still vivid in her mind, but it was nighttime then, and she didn't remember the faces of those people.

"Yes, yes, it's me, my name is Oliver Allen." Allen quickly introduced himself.

Just then, Allen's eyes became unfocused, and he quickly covered his head.

A large amount of information appeared out of thin air in my mind.

'Awakening of the Source', 'Mysteries of the Human Body', 'Contemplation of the Ancient Silver Tree', 'Illustrated Compendium of Extraordinary Creatures'.

The brain was under too much strain, and blood started flowing from the nostrils.

Irene was startled, thinking that her elemental power had harmed him. Before she could ask, the priest's voice came from behind her.

"He's fine, he just received a lot of information."

"Who?"

"It appeared suddenly!"

"God, Father?"

The crew members, who were organizing to put out the fire in the cabin, were all startled when the priest in black appeared out of nowhere in front of them.

“Father,” Eleanor said respectfully, quickly standing up.

Los Saint calmly looked at Oliver Allen, who had regained his senses: "Oliver Allen, you are one of the hero candidates chosen by fate. Do you choose to embark on the path to becoming a hero?"

(End of this chapter)