The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 199 Angel's Wings, Angel God
I could see the Gates of Heaven in the distance.

"Is that a waterfall... or a cotton candy?" March 7 asked uncertainly.

"A waterfall-shaped cotton candy," Xing said.

"Then how do we get up here? This is different from the Ascent Channel and the Sky Current," March 7 asked, puzzled.

"We'll find out when we get there. Since there are buildings, there must be people stationed there," Meng Huaifeng said.

The ship sailed through the gates of heaven, and an old woman emerged.

At this time, Enel had not yet ruled the Skypiea, but the old woman had been guarding the Gates of Heaven for many years.

"People from Qinghai, are you here for sightseeing? If you want to go to the upper levels, please pay an entry fee of one billion Aigus coins per person," the old woman said.

"One billion?!" March 7th exclaimed in surprise.

The train crew, despite not lacking in Berries, only had a few hundred million Berries in total, including spoils from other pirates and the haul from scavenging on the seabed.

"How much is that in Pele?" Meng Huaifeng asked.

"One hundred thousand."

March 7 breathed a sigh of relief. 100,000 Berries was still a lot, but it wasn't unacceptable if it was used as a ticket to a huge, unique tourist attraction.

"Huh? You actually have wings?" Xing discovered the blind spot.

“I am a proper angel, is it strange that I have wings?” the old woman said.

"An angel?" Xing frowned. The angels in the world of Super God were all beautiful young ladies. The sudden appearance of an old, unappealing angel made Xing feel somewhat unable to look directly at him.

"Sister Yan, do you think you're from the same clan?" Meng Huaifeng asked curiously.

Looking at the old woman's short wings, Yan felt a similar sensation to when Dan Heng first heard about the Celestial Dragons.

"I don't think so," Yan shook her head in denial.

"Hmm? Little girl, are you an angel too?" The old woman looked at Yan, but she didn't see any wings. Could she be a wingless person?
She felt inferior because she didn't consider herself part of the same race as others, and was considered to be wingless.
From Bika's side?
Bika is the sky island where the Angel Religion is located, and the religion values ​​the larger the wings, the more sacred they are, so it is also the sky island that looks down on wingless people the most.

For this reason, a few years later, Birka will be destroyed in retaliation by Enel, the wingless one who ate the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, and then begin his brutal rule over Skypiea.

The old woman looked at Yan with a hint of pity: "Little girl, it doesn't matter if you don't have wings. You're still an angel, so your entry fee will be waived."

"Hmm, here you go. There are quite a few wingless people on Angel Island, they won't look down on you like Bika did." The old woman rummaged through the cabinet and took out a set of wing decorations, handing them to Yan.

"..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Yan looked at the old woman speechlessly, but she meant well.

“I have wings, I don’t need this,” Yan refused.

The old woman looked at Yan suspiciously. Did this young girl think that her eyesight was failing and she couldn't see?
Wait, could it be the kind that's very small, like a tiny fleshy bud, so small that it can't even cover the back?
Being very small seems more awkward than having nothing at all.

Actually, small ones are also very cute.

The old woman looked at Yan with increasing pity.

Hey, grandma, what kind of look is that?
Yan couldn't stand the old woman's strange gaze. Suddenly, an angel's wings unfurled from behind her.

With a wingspan of two to three meters, its elegant white wings fluttered gently, a sight of unparalleled beauty.

In comparison, the old woman's wings were small and ugly, like chicken wings.

The old woman was completely stunned, staring at Yan's wings with fascination.

Such large wings, capable of freely opening and closing—she had never seen angel wings reach such a level.

It was countless times more beautiful than the wings of those priests.

This is simply an angel!

No, no, calling it God seems a bit offensive.

"Angel Saintess! You must be the Angel Saintess!" The old woman knelt down in front of Yan with a thud, her face full of fanaticism.

"Angelic leftover woman, an old leftover woman over seven thousand years old," Meng Huaifeng muttered to himself.

Yan glared at Meng Huaifeng, but didn't seem uncomfortable with the old woman's fanaticism.

In the world of gods, countless planets regard her as a god, and she has long been used to it.

Calling her a saint is too low a title.

"Get up, there's no need for such a grand gesture," Yan said calmly.

The old woman dared not disobey the angelic saintess and immediately stood up.

On Sky Island, having large wings is a source of pride; the larger one's wings, the higher their status.

Yan's wings were so big and beautiful that they were on a completely different level from theirs.

No wonder people said they weren't from the same clan; they can be disregarded because they're clearly a higher level than me.

The old woman wasn't displeased; on the contrary, she thought it was perfectly normal.

"I have a feeling that Sister Yan is about to gain a large number of loyal followers," Meng Huaifeng whispered to March 7.

"Does that mean we can enjoy VIP treatment on Sky Island?" March 7's eyes lit up.

"Holy Maiden, may I take a picture of you?" the old woman asked expectantly.

Yan did not refuse.

Just as the old woman was about to put away the decorative wings and take out her camera, Xing asked, "Yan doesn't need that decoration, can I have it?"

"A sincere offer of 100,000 Berries." The old woman's attitude changed immediately when she saw Xing.

"I'm Yan's companion, why would I take money?" Xing asked incredulously, her eyes wide.

The old woman looked at Yan.

“They are indeed my partners,” Yan nodded.

"Then I'll take it from you," the old woman said.

Xingmei happily put it on her back.

"I want one too," March 7th said, her voice trembling with desire.

The old woman did not refuse and took out another one to give to March 7th.

"Does anyone else want it?" the old woman asked.

In the end, Su Xiaoli also got one, and the others lost interest.

Finally, the old woman took a picture of Yan.

"So, how do we get up there?" Yan asked.

"Holy Maiden, we have express shrimp here that can help you climb up. Since you're all your companions, you don't need to pay the entry fee. Shall we go up now?" the old woman asked.

"Mm." Yan nodded.

The old woman began calling for the Express Shrimp, and soon a giant lobster emerged from the bottom of the boat, grabbed the Skyfall Justice, and climbed up towards Cotton Candy Falls.

Being carried up a marshmallow-like waterfall by a giant lobster is an unprecedented experience.

On March 7th, I kept taking photos to commemorate the occasion.

Inside the Gates of Heaven, the old woman dialed the bishop's number.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Maiden of Angels has descended! Come and greet her!"

"An angelic saintess? What nonsense are you talking about? I have no idea we have a saintess."

The old woman sent Yan's photo over. "These wings... are they real or fake?!" the person on the other end asked incredulously.

"Of course it's true. The Holy Maiden and her companions just went up through the Gates of Heaven."

"I'm going right now! You better not lie to me!"

……

After the express shrimp dragged the Heavenly Justice ship aboard, it disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Perhaps because only a few people come to the Gates of Heaven each year, there are no guards here.

Himeko steered her ship directly toward the nearest sky island.

Yan has already folded her wings, as they were too conspicuous.

Some of the products found on the floating islands are common in the open sea, while others are unique.

But even the varieties commonly found at sea have a completely different flavor because they are grown on islands thousands of meters above the sea.

One by one, the group began to see some of the original inhabitants of the sky islands, most of whom possessed a pair of tiny wings.

The indigenous people were generally friendly, but a small number of them looked at the train crew with an undisguised sense of superiority and arrogance.

It seems that having wings is something to be very proud of.

Not long after the train arrived in the town, a squad of guards rushed over.

"Are you people from Qinghai who just arrived on Sky Island today?" the middle-aged man in the lead asked.

The wings on his back were noticeably larger.

The train crew saw that most people on Angel Island had wings that were only a fist or two above their shoulders.

And it is more than half a meter long.

"That's right. May I ask what brings you here?" Himeko asked.

The middle-aged man looked around and frowned: "Are you all here?"

"Correct."

With wings that are two or three meters long, they are such a conspicuous presence that they should be easily spotted. How could I not have seen them?

The middle-aged man glanced at the photo again and carefully examined each person in the train crew.

Then, looking at Yan Kong's empty back, his face turned extremely ugly.

"I don't know how you deceived the old woman into thinking you were angels or saints, but this is blasphemy! Guards, seize them!" the middle-aged man roared.

The Divine Guard surrounded the train crew, and Zhu Zhuqing, Hong Kou, Po Xiao, and Su Xiaoli immediately stepped forward to meet them.

"Show your true colors quickly, or a conflict will break out and a fight will break out." Meng Huaifeng nudged Yan with his elbow.

"Whether you're wanted or a guest of honor depends on you, Sister Yan," March 7th added.

Yan sighed, walked in front of Zhu Zhuqing, and her holy wings unfolded once more.

The guards froze, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, his fervor several times stronger than the old woman's!
"As expected, it is the descent of an angelic saintess, far surpassing the power of any saints recorded in the church throughout the ages!" The middle-aged man was extremely excited.

Does the angel intend to restore the past glory?
"Welcome, Holy Maiden! Please come back to the Holy See with me. The Holy See will do its utmost to nurture you and help you become a god of the Sky Island as soon as possible!" the middle-aged man said, kneeling on one knee.

The Angel God is both a symbol of faith and the ruler of the Sky Island.

The current god of Skypiea is Gan Fall.

However, he was just choosing the tallest among the short; someone still needed to manage the Sky Island.

The Vatican acknowledges his authority and recognizes him as inheriting the title of God, but does not consider him the true God and does not listen to him much.

But if it's Yan, they are willing to listen!

"No interest. Your place is too small; it's not worth my personal management," Yan said listlessly.

"Ah, this..." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "How big would it have to be for you to be interested? We want to occupy the entire Wugen land?"

"What is your understanding of angels here? Angels are symbols of all good qualities. What kind of nonsense is it to invade others? I have no interest in them, no matter how big they are. I am a battle angel, not a management angel. Besides, I will only be in this world for a few months before I leave," Yan said.

The world? How many months will I stay?
"You are not a saint who has descended, but a true angel god?" the middle-aged man asked incredulously.

"You guessed correctly. I am the Thunder God of War, Heavenly Martial King, from the Angelic Civilization. Yan, in your small place, calling me a god is perfectly acceptable. Considering your faith in angels, I can show you a little favor." Yan activated his super gene, radiating an incomparably holy aura.

Himeko did not interrupt Hiko. How to explore is the business of each explorer. As long as it does not involve principles and bottom lines, Himeko will not interfere.

The middle-aged man—no, not just him, but also the divine guard he brought and the ordinary people around him—all seemed to have seen the true name of a god.

Gan Fall, the god of the Sky Island, is like a chicken in front of Yan.

“Let’s go, let me first take a look at your doctrines and your understanding of angels,” Yan said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the middle-aged man said excitedly.

“They are my partners, so please treat them well these next few days.”

"Companions? Could they also be... Yes, I understand, I will do everything in my power!"

“It’s rare to see anything related to angels in another universe. I want to learn about and spread our ideas. So, Himeko, I’ll be going now,” Hikaru said to Himeko.

"Yes, be mindful of the limits. Don't teach anything that goes beyond the norm," Himeko reminded him.

For example, super genes.

It's fine to load it for one or two people, but don't hand over the technology to them.

“I understand. Don’t forget that our angelic civilization also has similar regulations.” Yan made a gesture.

“Go and inform Gan Fall, and let him learn from the real God what a God should be like!” the middle-aged man said to one of his men.

The group escorted Yan toward Bika, leaving a few others to follow the train crew's instructions and handle any troublesome matters.

With Yan, the angel god, endorsing it, the entire Sky Island is now completely open to the train crew.

The train crew was amazed by the cloud and shell technologies of the Sky Island.

These two technologies are not profound; it's just that we've never studied them before.

However, Himeko also discovered that these two technologies of the Sky Island were greatly lacking, presumably because they had been lost.

This also confirms that the floating islands and sea of ​​clouds are indeed the result of technological means.

Yan was extremely dissatisfied with the doctrines of the Sky Island Angels religion, which were filled with discrimination, privilege, and power, and were barbaric and backward.

They were, after all, the first group of people who believed in angels that I had seen in other universes. Even if they might not be the same kind of thing, since they were called angels, I had to take care of them!

Yan directly tore up their doctrines and brought out a righteous order that resembled a diminished version of angelic civilization.

With great power comes great responsibility; true justice and order only require the angelic civilization to abide by it.

Angels are much more lenient with subordinate civilizations and faith groups; as long as they are generally positive, that's enough.

The Pope wanted to protest, but Yan reprimanded him and left him speechless with a single sentence.

"The doctrines of angels should be defined by the God of angels. Do you really think that what I, as God, say is less authoritative than your fabricated stories?"

Of course, it is the authority of the angels and God.

Yan actually demonstrated some of her own strength to suppress the opposition.

While Yan was driving the Thunder Gene, she vaguely sensed a calling coming from a dense forest in Bika.

Before Meng Huaifeng could speak, Yan had already found the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

After showing it off in the group chat, and learning that it was a Logia-type Devil Fruit, Yan didn't eat it herself but instead gave it to Himeko to study first, and would consider whether to eat it or not after Himeko finished her research.

(End of this chapter)