My Archangel

'The origin... defect?'

Upon receiving this message, the expression on Qiao Wen's face changed slightly, and the reason was almost instantly guessed.

'The certain factor that seemed to be burning that spilled out of her body when she was fighting... is the origin?'

'This quilt angel, she has no divine power, so she has been consuming the origin to increase herself since the beginning?'

Realizing this, Qiao Wen quickly stood up from the ground swayingly, and hurried to the archangel in front of him.

"...Master Elisa, it's okay now, you have a rest."

After Qiao Wen rushed to his side, the archangel had silently sat down against the wall.

There was already a touch of sickly paleness on the already fair cheeks.

The back was surrounded by a faint black mist, and there was also a trace of black mist in the aquamarine eyes, which made her whole person look vaguely tranced.

The faint blood stained the clothes on her waist little by little. Although it didn't look as serious as when she was just summoned, it was obvious that the old wound between her waist and abdomen had recurring symptoms.

'A part of the origin is burned, let alone the black mist... Damn, it hasn't been cleaned up yet?'

After noticing this, Qiao Wen's face suddenly sank.

He was almost convinced that the black mist was the same thing that had overflowed from the wound between her waist and abdomen.

"But... wasn't this injury already healed at the time? It took almost 100,000 years of vitality before and after..."

"...!"

The corner of his eyes throbbed, and Qiao Wen squatted down behind him in front of the archangel. He wanted to reach out to check Elisa's state, but the latter gave a warning stare.

The resisting look seemed to remind him not to touch the black mist.

The outstretched hand paused in the air. After realizing this, Qiao Wen's face sank completely visible to the naked eye.

"...In other words, the vitality at that time actually failed to heal this kind of injury, at best it forced it to hibernate for a while? Has it just made a comeback now?"

"Or, after she woke up, in order to rush to rescue me, she burned an important source on the way, causing the black mist that was still lurking to take advantage of it and start to erupt in advance?"

No matter which one, the situation is pretty bad now.

Looking at the archangel in front of him, he has realized that this symptom may have already been noticed before. The abnormal reaction of the archangel when he slept the first two times may have been caused by these strange black mists influences.

However, the reality is cruel.

Although Qiao Wen had already noticed this at the time, he couldn't do anything.

After handing over the entire life span of one hundred thousand years to Erisa, he has become an ordinary person.

At this moment, he was helpless in the face of the weird black mist that could not be cured even with such a huge vitality.

Suddenly, a heavy sense of despair gradually began to envelope the two of them.

"Something's wrong, wait a minute, these black fog... I always feel that I have seen it there before, but the impression is too vague... It's like a fragment..."

Qiao Wen did not give up.

For the time being, he is a person who has experienced many things. Even though the situation of the archangel in front of him looks quite bad, he is still thinking about possible salvation methods.

Then, just a few seconds later, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because at this moment, three words have quietly emerged in his mind.

Dark matter.

"That's right! These black mists look...it's almost the same as the knife covered with dark matter in Vina's lab... Are the two sides the same thing?"

Muttering in his mouth, Qiao Wen subconsciously swiped his current panel state.

[Inherent talent 3: Vina's protection (dark matter affinity)]

His attention was firmly fixed on this line of description, Qiao Wen was quiet for a moment, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the archangel aside.

"Maybe... still saved?"

His pupils narrowed, watching the black mist with his teeth and claws in front of him, Qiao Wen hesitated, but soon raised his hand.

Although Qiao Wen always felt that he was a very life-saving person, when he thought of the quilt just now, he seemed to ignore the recurring injuries, and even rushed to save himself at the expense of burning the origin, he felt that he should do something.

Even if there is the influence of the contract, Qiao Wen thought... if he is afraid to see hope and dare not try, then he will not be called Qiao Wen.

"Anyway, try physical contact first."

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wen looked at the black mist intently.

How to put it, from common sense, it is absolutely difficult to determine the danger of a deity that can erode a deity into such a black mist.

If an ordinary person accidentally comes into contact with it, it is not surprising to dissolve it on the spot.

But... Qiao Wen now has Vena's protection.

When he comes into contact with something like dark matter, he may have some unexpected reactions.

Of course, the premise is that these black mists...are really dark matter.

Not something else that looks alike.

'Even Erisa can't stand it. If I guess wrong this time, I'm afraid I have to become a mass of blood on the spot...'

'Tsk, calm down, don't scare yourself, let's talk... When I just called this quilt, she seemed to have this kind of thing entangled in her body?The mental state is even worse than it is now, and it was not because I took her into the closet by myself. It seems that this time I will definitely be fine even if I touch the black mist again—'

The memory of the time emerged in his mind, Qiao Wen took a reassurance pill for himself and swallowed silently.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated, raised his hand, and tentatively stretched his fingertips into the strange black mist that was close at hand.

"...?"

It was at this time that the archangel, whose face looked more and more tranced, seemed to have noticed Qiao Wen's actions.

After a daze, she immediately warned Qiao Wen with a murderous look in her eyes.

"Wait a minute, don't stare at me, the psychological pressure here is already outrageous..."

Qiao Wen, who was barely prepared for being so glared, was startled, and he couldn't help but start to sweat.

"Don't worry... I'm sure, I've never been the kind of person who likes to give away for nothing."

Then, he took a deep breath, murmured this sentence for the archangel or himself, and stretched out his hand to the archangel again.