Chapter 672 – #018. Archangel, Uriel Brilliance (1).

#018. Archangel, Uriel Brilliance.

Christina had many conversations with Loen.
I wanted to clear up the question of why the hell he did that.
I believed that Loen also had her own reasons.

Loen informed Ryan of the contract he had promised.

“Ryan helped. So he can get revenge on the bastards who raped and wrecked me.”

Christina had heard of Loen’s past.
That she was subjected to terrible things by the same mercenary men.
That she became so incapable of having her favorite baby.

“Besides, it even helped me recover. Now, all we have to do is create the future.”
“… Is that why you decided against Ryan?”
“He seemed like a nice guy.”

Rowen had a good reason.
She was much better off having Ryan’s baby than having to find another man.

Christina also thought Loen’s judgment was reasonable.
Because Loen must be disillusioned with men who rush at her recklessly.

‘If you really need a man, getting Ryan’s seed is the best.’

Of course.
I know, but I didn’t feel very good.
Cristina couldn’t understand her own feelings.

“Ryan only wants 5 babies. To be honest, even 5 people is too much for him, but he doesn’t seem to really want it… I just accepted.”
“Fifty?”

Even if you get pregnant with 100,000, it is one in 10 months.
Calculating that she gives birth to twins unconditionally, he should have babies all 25 years.

Cristina stuck her tongue out at her ridiculous numbers.

“Are you really thinking of giving birth? The man’s baby?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t it be okay if it was a guy like Ryan? He seems to be a talented and amazing person.”

Loen thought of Ryan’s specifications.
He started with the ability to manipulate light, summoned other humans, and used powers higher than magic.
He wasn’t a normal human.

Instinct was speaking.
Ryan’s seed is definitely worth having.

Ryan’s abilities.
Cristina pondered his strength.

‘… May the light also respect him…’

The god of light was embarrassed and crawled in front of Ryan.
She never dared to imagine that her own god, whom she had decided to follow throughout her life, would show up like that.

Is the god of light lacking?
No.
Christina never doubted the greatness of the light.

If so, you should think the other way around.
Is Ryan Greater Than Light?

‘No… I can’t…’
─ Go!

Suddenly, the god of light appeared.
Cristina felt the light and immediately fell flat.

“Saint?”

Loen, not feeling her light, just looked down at Christina with her bewildered face.

“Rain, light… !”
“Light?”

Cristina welcomes her light with a trembling voice.
Roen, who looked around him with an expression full of doubts, faced the light before long.
The god of light revealed himself.

“?!”

Brilliant light radiates.
Inside the room where there were just the two of them side by side, a thrilling light burst out.

It’s dazzling.
But it’s not dazzling.
Bondi, if you face the god of light, you must be blind.
However, the god of light was directly protecting their eyes.

‘I can’t let anything happen to these kids.’

God is a divine being.
At the same time, it must be mysterious.
Appearing as a god means lowering yourself.

But even so, it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter if your divinity is slightly lowered.
While Ryan is away on the continent, he has to get rid of it and go back.

Rowen bowed her head before the god of light.
I lowered my eyes and tried not to look at him.

The light speaks

—Christina, you must not doubt God.
“… I do not doubt the light.”
─ I’m not talking about me.

The god of light is a deity.
The light that illuminates this world, itself.

There is a higher being than that light.
That is Ryan, Kim Jin-woo.

Light said to Christina.
Don’t doubt Kim Jin-woo any more.
Stay close to him

‘This is the only way to send them back!’

The god of light is too difficult for Kim Jin-woo.
I wanted to send him back as soon as possible, not knowing where he might bounce.
For that to happen, Cristina must have his baby.

It was because Kim Jin-woo set that goal.

‘I’m sorry, child.’

To the God of Light, Christina is like her daughter.
A saint of the church is a woman chosen by God himself.
Although it is a light that cannot conceive life, the light has a special regard for Christina as her daughter.

But I can’t help it.
This is for all life on this continent.

He can see how his words will work.
The moment Light asks for a favor, Cristina will want Kim Jin-woo’s baby.
Like it or not.

Light had to make a difficult decision.
The light flickered.
Blinked unsteadily.

Christina read Emotions of Light.
Because she was the closest saintess, she could feel it.
She knew how much Light was thinking of her.

“All right.”
— … Would you understand?
“It is a body that has been entrusted to the light in the past. How it is used is for the Light to decide.”

Cristina felt a strange feeling.
Should I just say I’m happy?
She herself was saying her words as if she were doing it for the light god, but it didn’t seem like that was what she really meant.

— …

The god of light felt much lighter.
She didn’t seem to dislike Christina too much, so she thought it was a good thing.

─ Please.

The Light God returned, retaining her truly solemn voice.
To the heavens where Kim Jin-woo came up.

Cristina lifted herself up with her relieved face.
She headed to the room where Ryan was staying to settle Light’s request.
Then she opened Ryan’s door and entered.

Nothing could stop Christina, as long as the Light had asked her.

“… What.”

Ryan is lying on his back.
He looked at Christina with her sullen face and waved her hand as if to get her out.

‘Where did this person go?’

Instinct was telling me.
The man in front of me must have the appearance of Ryan, but he is not.
Only the shell is Ryan, but the inside is not Ryan.
Ryan is Ryan, but not Ryan.

I came to make a baby with Ryan, but I didn’t want to make a baby with that Ryan.

“Excuse me.”

Christina slammed the door.
Ryan didn’t catch her either.

It wasn’t Ryan, Christina was sure.

‘There’s no way that man just let me go!’

If Ryan had heard it, he would have spit out one word: self-consciousness.

* * *

I left my alter ego on the continent and ascended to heaven.
Unlike the demon realm, the heaven world was truly a different space.
Although they exist in the same dimension, should we say that they are difficult to interfere with each other?

‘If the dimension is a building, the sky feels like a rooftop and the continent feels like the first floor.’

A bizarre building with no stairs and no elevators.
That’s the dimension

If you drop something from the roof, it will reach the first floor.
Depending on the method, there is also a method of falling to the first floor and interfering.

However, going from the first floor to the rooftop is never easy.
Almost impossible.

However, I am not affected by the structure of the building.
My private elevator was located outside the building.

Celestial entry.

“…”

There was nothing special about heaven.
It was not very different from the continent.
They were few in number and only small in scale.

Except overall the sky is blue and there are no clouds and no sun.
It was the same as the continent.

‘This is like a university. What are you doing here?’

Transcendental Godheads and the angels who assist them.
A group of angels flap their white wings and fly somewhere.

They were the angels who managed the continent on behalf of the godhead.
Most of the heavenly world is a space where angels stay and spend.

‘Where will Uriel be?’

What does the place where the god of light dwells look like?
I had a lot of questions.

‘… It’s not fun if I blindly reveal my power.’

I disguised myself
He hid his energy and was reborn as a terminal angel.

‘His name is Jinuel.’

Elginu is an elf, and Jinuel is an angel.

‘It’s a fucking naming sense even to me.’

Jin Hyuk, Jin Hee.
The references that combine our names have been exhausted.
Because of this, Dahee declared that she would build it herself starting from the third.

I walked through the heavens checking my white wings.
Troop barracks, young angels are walking in line with fives.

“One, two, three, four!”

At the command of an angel of the same age as the squad leader, the young angels folded their wings and walked away.
In their eyes, desire was overflowing.

As I was looking around, an angel flew to me.
It flapped its wings vigorously and blocked the way.

“Instructor! What are you doing here!”
“Uh?”
“We must go quickly. Everyone is waiting!”
“Me?”

The power of God took care of me and assigned me a role.
My role I don’t know.

Apparently, he became an instructor for a certain group in the celestial realm.