My Archangel

They seemed to slept peacefully, but there was still a trace of unnatural panic and confusion on their faces, as if they had experienced something terrible in the coma.

"Hello? Are you still awake?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked over and squatted, and while asking like that, he reached out and patted Morgan's face.

Of course, there was no response.

"..."

After confirming that his purpose here has almost been achieved, Qiao Wen retracted his hand temporarily.

Watching the three people who were still twitching slightly after they fell to the ground and seemed to be having nightmares, he just sighed silently.

Why bother.

Why bother?

...

On the square in front of the central temple, the black smoke shrouded in the third venue quickly dissipated after a short period of time.

The scenery in the venue was once again presented to many people.

The three Morgan brothers have fallen.

Qiao Wen, who was originally in a state of being surrounded, was constantly panting, as if he had just experienced a hard fight, standing swayingly on the spot.

No one knows the whole process. What happened in the black smoke just now has left many citizens who have been staring at the third venue ignorant.

"That's it? This is it?"

"Isn't it funny? That's it? The three of the last year were just solved by a kid who hadn't heard of it before? Are you sure this is not an exhibition match?"

"Don't insult the exhibition match, the human exhibition match can at least be a feast for the eyes, what's the situation this time...?"

After seeing this scene, the crowd talked a lot.

Many of the voices in the discussion are directed to the same point of view.

This qualifier doesn't look right.

However, this view has not been unified.

This time the temple managed by Elsia is still very good in terms of credibility, and... at this time, the appearance of Qiaowen's projection on the live video seems to have been completely experienced. The reaction after the battle could not be faulted at all.

In addition, since today's protagonist itself was not the third venue where Morik and Qiaowen were from the beginning,...for the immediate result, the audience's mood did not fluctuate too much.

Of course, the atmosphere that had been gradually raised because of Morik's rants also showed signs of gradual cooling down because of the absence of the result of the process in this scene.

But Qiao Wen certainly didn't care much about this.

Since discovering the essence of the sacred instrument and then drawing a clear line with the large dead face, he has no intention of borrowing the power of the so-called fire.

Therefore, whether Li Siren's public opinion is high or not has no effect on him.

What he has to do next is to use the follow-up expedition to find a way to combine with the other two groups to transform the world into something that will blow up.

Of course, if the expedition itself can succeed and even affect the monster, it is naturally the best.

"...Uncle, next time, can you pay more attention to it, why even such a low-end aggression hooked you? It is very difficult for me to handle you like this."

Looking at Morik, who had run into the field quite nervously to check the conditions of a few acquaintances since he came back from "over there", Qiao Wen recalled the root cause that caused him to have to do something on his face before. The look seemed helpless.

"Sorry, sorry... I just haven't seen them for a long time, so I..."

"Forget it, there is no need to explain, there is no next time anyway."

Seeing Molick's face awkwardly trying to explain something, Qiao Wen had no idea to continue listening.

After all, for his side, the biggest stone in front of him has been dealt with now, and the official position of the third group has almost been determined.

After cleaning up the only group consisting of three old platinum in the entire pre-selection, the remaining groups are basically not threatening to Qiao Wen himself and even Morik, and they are all dishes.

They are now a lore.

"..."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen averted his gaze a bit, no longer looking at Molick who was moving his younger generation away from the venue, but instead turned his gaze to Elsia on the high platform.

'Time to move on to the next group.'

After trying to use his eyes to deliver such a message to Elsia, who seemed to be a little dazed, Qiao Wen retracted his gaze, put away the notebook for a few more minutes, and opened it to remember.

This time, he accidentally got a lot of further improvement element bombardment through practice, making it more comprehensive.

For example... when he has a different purpose, he can try to inlay some special runes in the bombing to assist him, so as to make the overall operation of the elemental bombing more comprehensive. .

'Call Molik to test afterwards. I always feel that there is still some gap between the feeling of the three old platinum bombs and Molik.'

While considering what type of rune to add in the next bombing, Qiao Wen glanced at Morik and the other old platinum directions from the corner of his eye.

"...?!"

Morik, who was about to mention a few younger generations... suddenly felt an inexplicable coolness behind him.

"...Huh? Huh? Where am I...?"

Coincidentally, I don't know if it's because Old Platinum's physique itself is much higher than normal. This time when Qiao Wen glanced over, Morgan, the head of these people... seemed to just wake up.

And... the gaze that seemed to be clearly mixed with the blank line of sight happened to meet him.

"...!?"

There was a violent shaking all over.

In the next second, with the hairs all over his body towering up one by one, almost instinctively, Morgan swept his head and stopped looking at Qiao Wen.

Although even he didn't know why.

No... it's better to say, he is wondering now... where is he?

He remembered... he should have already taken Morik before, and then... was he ready to deal with that kid further?

But why... Now Molick ran back into the field again, and looked at himself with a kindly gaze that was particularly pitiful no matter how he looked?

what's the situation…?