Andrei looked at the clouds beside him and the green mountains and waters below with a confused look on his face. He was flying? His memory was still stuck in his life pole, watching a large number of scientific researchers around him busy, while he was signing a body donation agreement and a will on the virtual screen.
Although signing such a document at this time was a bit ridiculous for the members of Torchwood, Andre Mali was still willing to waste some time and leave the inheritance to his brother who had not met in seventeen years.
He knew that the other party was not doing well, and as an elite Torch Wooden special service staff, the legacy he left was undoubtedly a large sum of money. Although this money would be meaningless after fourteen hours, it would at least make the man who had been diligently happy for a while. Moreover, the EU's bank alliance is liquidating depositor assets, and perhaps the money can be exchanged for a lot of gold coins in another world.
Anyway, for Andre, the money is meaningless. If everything goes well, he will be the first player to advance to the Europa Empire in the future and the guardian of the empire. If the contrary, he will not be able to use that amount of money.
But what is the situation now?
Andre tried to control his wings, but his body did not send any feedback. He still kept a very high speed across the sky, and the cold air flapped his face, as if he was in his mood.
He did not find the interface of the player's communication system, but in fact, the interface that had been with him disappeared. Andre kept trying to regain control of his body, but this was meaningless.
"Don't bother mortals, your consciousness is like a drop of water in front of me. If I want, I can wipe you completely away at any time."
This voice appeared directly in Andrei's mind, with a hint of arrogance and contempt in his indifference. Andrei knew that this voice came from the angel, the angel who had stolen his power.
"Can you explain to me the current situation?" As a senior secret service member of the Torchwood organization, Andre did not panic in this situation, but tried to figure out the reason for the matter and then find an opportunity to counter the other party.
What Andre didn't expect was that the other party actually explained in a very cooperative manner.
"At the time of your arrival, your despicable spells did suppress me to a certain extent, but what really worked was another force, that power protects your soul and will. Our bodies had merged together. If I wanted to regain this body, I had to completely suppress your soul and will. That force would not allow me to do so, but just now, the force that protected you suddenly disappeared."
Could it be that the power that the angel is talking about is a system? Andre tried to calmly analyze the information. The news revealed by the other party was too important. The dimensionality reduction plan and angelization actually conflicted with each other? Moreover, when this angel expressed his meaning, he always gave him a sense of familiarity.
"Mortal, your thoughts are completely under my monitoring, and I can see them." The angel's voice appeared again: "It's ridiculous to say that you want to gain the power of angels, and we have also obtained what we want from your souls."
"What do you want?" Andre tried to regain control of his body again, but a sudden pain almost made him lose consciousness.
"Don't play tricks, mortals, I said I can see your thoughts." A hint of pride appeared in the angel's voice: "As the guard of the Lord of the Morning, He deleted many things in our souls that seemed useless to Him. That is an important part of us as individuals. Not every angel can accept it, but the Lord is the Lord, and we cannot disobey His will."
"And my soul just completes the part you are missing." Andre tried his best to empty his consciousness, and kept repeating what he had just said in his consciousness, rather than continuing to think downward.
"Yes, I'm a complete individual now, and..." The angel hesitated for a moment, as if peeking into Andre's thoughts: "I don't want to go back to the past state."
"So, you need me. Now we are not only fusing together with our bodies, but also our soul and consciousness. You cannot destroy me." Andre's consciousness gradually stabilized, and he was quickly adapting to his current state: "So, I feel a little familiarity in you, and your tone, thinking logic, and personality almost all come from me."
The angel was silent for a long time this time, and finally said, "Yes, the thing in my soul that is responsible for handling this part has been deleted by the Lord. I can only borrow yours, and I really cannot clear you."
"But you still have the upper hand, and I don't even have the right to move my fingers." Andre sighed. He didn't expect that such an accident would occur after he reduced the dimensions. This was different from the future he planned for himself.
"Where are you going to take us now?" Andre was only discouraged for a second, and then cheered up again. If he was so easily defeated, he would have fallen in a certain mission. Those who could struggle to survive on the anti-chaotic front all had a steel nerve and could face any accidents calmly.
"I don't know, I just want to stay away from the environment before. I don't have any good feelings for you, you don't have any awe in your heart, and you want to steal our power. The church is now a group of beasts confused by power." A trace of confusion was revealed in the angel's voice: "And all the Lord needs is a combat machine without self. I don't want to go back to that state anymore. I want to stay away from all this."
"You can't avoid all this forever." Andre carefully opened up part of his memory, all about Chaos. In those memories, he defeated Chaos' conspiracy again and again, and died for a lifetime: "The enemy of this world is still there, and no one can live a life of mercy."
"Maybe you are right, but I just want to be quiet now." The Angel responded stubbornly and accelerated the speed again.
"Space isolation is only temporary, and only spiritual peace is permanent." Andrei planned his own calculation bit by bit: "Since you are tired and want to stay away from all this, why not temporarily shrink your consciousness? Give me the control of your body temporarily, and you can completely stay out of the matter until you want to come back. Anyway, you can take back the control of your body at any time."
"Maybe, you are right." The angel suddenly stopped in the air, switching between movement and stillness was extremely abruptly, so that a white smoke ring composed of water vapor was left in the air: "Remember, mortals, I can come back at any time."
Chapter completed!