I Become Baby Mafia Boss

The moment the sword cut the wing, white feathers flew everywhere, and the gorgeous wing that stood up with pride slowly fell to the altar, not splashing even a single drop of blood.

The queen didn't shed blood, but the pain from having her wings cut off still struck her left shoulder, almost making her scream like a lunatic.

It was the continuous stream of holy energy that kept the queen's body warm and lessened her pain by tenfold.

Not to mention that the second king quickly used this ability to heal the Queen so that her wings could grow again smoothly after this.

The queen managed to suppress the scream that had already reached her throat.

Only drops of sweat slid down her forehead, and her soaked back showed how much pain the queen had to endure.

The pain was like losing a limb to a sharp sword.

It didn't last long, but the pain almost made the queen faint on the spot.

This was just the first wing. Soon, the sword cut the second, the third and the fourth wing.

Countless feathers fell from the cut wings and rained down on the temple's floor, making the scene look like something religious but scary at the same time.

So many feathers fell. The wings wouldn't be bald, right?

It only took several minutes for the sword to cut down the four wings, and the second king also continued to heal the Queen every time one of her wings was cut off.

Once the scene ended, the queen's body almost fell straight to the altar's surface while the sword itself was quickly retracted back to the spatial storage.

Queen Rachel swore that she had to destroy this sword that cut her wings, symbolizing her most humiliated self!

The queen's breath was short, and her whole body looked like a soft jelly, but the Queen gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up.

Under the three kings and the ten prestigious ancestors' gazes, the queen picked up her fallen wings and arranged all the wings at the center of the magic circle on the altar.

By now, the queen had slowly risen a few meters above the altar with her pair of wings that were still intact.

From six wings to only two wings. For a moment, the Queen almost couldn't balance herself when flying.

The queen wobbled several times in the air while placing her huge wings on the altar, creating a strange symbol arranged from white wings.

After the wings left the queen's body, the queen's trick to hide her wing color automatically failed, and the four limp wings on the altar soon turned into its original color— golden.

Even when the queen's noble bloodline was less than 1%, her wings were still fully golden.

Of course, the color was much more faint than a true golden color, almost making the wings look like yellowish wings with inappropriate lighting.

The queen looked down at the four limp wings on the altar with red eyes, and the woman had to hold back her grievance as she continued the summoning process.

This time, she only needed the last step to complete the summoning process.

Sacrifice her noble bloodline.

For this, the queen used her own holy light and holy energy to burn her bloodline, burning that less than 1% noble bloodline as she floated above the shining magic circle.

Once more, the feeling of burning your own blood was not something ordinary people could withstand, and so, the second king quickly used his ability to lessen the pain that the queen experienced.

Another round of pain tortured the queen until all her noble bloodline was burned away at the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle itself slowly absorbed the burned bloodline, and within seconds, a strange aura started to spread from the magic circle on the altar to the other three magic circles.

This aura and pressure— people felt as if they were submerged in a huge ocean of holy energy, but because it was too powerful and intense, their whole bodies felt like being burned alive.

The feeling of being purified intensely made all the people in the temple change their expressions.

Even the three kings had slightly pale faces, not to mention the weaker prestigious ancestors and the weakest Queen Rachel.

At this moment, Queen Rachel had completely passed out, and her body lay flat on the magic circle on the altar as more and more pressure came out of the four magic circles.

It was a sign that the Archangels' consciousness was about to descend to the chosen medium!

The queen was supposed to be sober for this step, but even when she fainted, with the medium she had chosen, the Archangels that she summoned all matched the bloodline of each medium—

Including herself.

As the pure intensity of holy energy from the four magic circles continued to grow stronger, spreading throughout the entire temple, the void also trembled, as if something or someone was coming to this world through the void.

The summoned Archangels wouldn't really descend to this world because not even real angels had the authority to summon the Archangels' real bodies.

What came to this world was just a wisp of consciousness that the Archangels left so those with their noble bloodline could summon them if they needed them.

It was just a wisp of consciousness, not even a wisp of a soul. At most, it was just like a bit of part of the Archangel's spirit.

If this was compared to the Godfather, the Archangels who answered Queen Rachel's summoning were only equal to the Godfather's few fingers!

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