Chapter 225: Angel

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"Stay away from Angela?"

Li Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly, a look of displeasure on his face: "Lina, as far as I know, you are only Angela's head maid, aren't you? Are you trying to make decisions for Angela's life?"

"My actions are indeed presumptuous. But if I see the young lady heading down a wrong path and do nothing to intervene, that would undoubtedly be a dereliction of my duty as head maid."

Lina replied with a melancholy expression: "I know that A-Mo you haven't deliberately pursued the young lady, and she has always kept a safe distance from you. But I know that the young lady has fallen for you, and I also know that if this continues, she will become even more unable to extricate herself. This will inevitably lead to terrible consequences, which neither of us would want to see."

"What you say may be true, but I still have to refuse."

Li Mochen responded coldly: "Even if the day you speak of really comes, and terrible consequences truly occur, that is a matter between Angela and me, and has nothing to do with you."

"You speak lightly, but even someone as powerful as the head of your Wiltonshire family had to bow to the family and to fate after tragedy struck. A-Mo, if you were both children of commoners, then what happens between you would indeed be no one else's business, but you are not. As a girl of the Medici family, while receiving the inherent nobility and glory, she also inherently loses the right to control her own destiny."

Lina Adric shook her head, then threw a training sword from her hand onto the ground in front of Li Mochen: "I guessed you would refuse, so I brought this sword."

"What do you mean?"

Li Mochen's brow furrowed tightly, his expression growing even colder and carrying a hint of disdain: "If I lose, I stay away from Angela from now on?"

"How could that be? I know I may not be your match. You not only master the technique of using force against force, but you have also awakened two bloodlines, right?"

Lina closed the door, sword in hand, looking at Li Mochen with a proud expression: "I just want you to realize how bleak and terrifying the future of you and Angela will be if this situation continues."

Li Mochen could already feel the surging fighting spirit from across the room, which made him slightly helpless: "Miss Adric, can we make an appointment for tomorrow? You should know that I have a match this afternoon."

"I won't let you get too seriously injured. Even if the injury is severe, I have ways to restore you to full strength within an hour."

Lina Adric insisted: "If you are still a man, then pick up your sword!"

"Since you insist—"

Li Mochen sighed, picked up the training sword, and stood up: "Actually, I am also very curious, since you know you are not my match, how do you plan to make me realize the bleakness and terror of the future?"

At that moment, Li Mochen saw two pairs of pure white wings spread open behind Lina. Her entire body also radiated a holy light at that instant, dazzling and brilliant.

A layer of powerful protective aura began to emanate from within Lina's body, exerting a substantial spiritual pressure on Li Mochen's soul.

"Surprised, aren't you?"

Lina's lips curled slightly, her gaze arrogant: "If I relied only on my own strength, I would indeed be no match for you. But ever since the young lady was attacked, my family, to prevent any similar mishaps, had me awaken the bloodline of the Holy Seraph in advance, and the main family bestowed upon me an Archangel as a guardian spirit."

Li Mochen had already shifted his gaze to behind Lina. There indeed stood an angel with two pairs of wings, its entire body forged from holy light, appearing like an illusory human form draped in a sacred robe, its face blurred and indistinct.

"But I still don't understand, what's the point? Even if you defeat me with its power, what does that prove?"

"The Medici family, four generations of popes, is a bloodline favored by the God of Light. A Mo, you can never imagine how glorious this family is. Your Wiltonstein ancestor, the Hohenstaufen family, might once have been comparable, but since the last monarch of your dynasty, Conradin, was beheaded by the Inquisition, you are far from being a match for the Medici."

Lina's voice was exceedingly sincere: "Do you know? At the age of sixteen, with Archangel-level power like mine, the Medici family can produce at least a hundred—that is, a hundred beings capable of surpassing you, Andrew Lee Wiltonstein. And the Holy Seraph race serving the Medici family, at the rank of Archangel, Throne Angel, or Dominion Angel, number in the tens of thousands. Even so, Andrew, do you insist on dragging the young lady into an unknown abyss?"

"Wow!"

Li Mochen let out an exclamation, still laced with sarcasm: "You mean, if I continue to be with Angela, those tens of thousands of Holy Seraphs serving the Medici will do something to me, right?"

"Obstinate!"

Lina Adric had already discerned Li Mochen's attitude, and perhaps due to anger, a holy flame flickered in her eyes.

"I'm just trying to tell you what consequences you'll face if you anger the Medici family! I know you have a boundless future, A Mo, but even if you one day achieve legend, the Medici family will still be an insurmountable force for you. Our young lady, Angela Medici, her future can only belong to another Glorious One—"

At this moment, the entire training room was flooded with overwhelming holy light, and the four-winged Archangel gazed at Li Mochen with solemn authority.

Yet the holy light soon faded. As Lina Adric swung her training sword, those dazzling white rays dissipated without a trace.

And in the next instant, the training sword, which had been slashing toward Li Mochen wreathed in blazing holy flames, was sent flying with a crisp clang, tumbling and landing behind her.

At this moment, Lina Adric stood completely dazed, unable to comprehend what had happened.

She knew how Li Mochen had disarmed her—by striking her wrist accurately with a sword speed of less than four hundred kilometers per hour.

But that shouldn't be possible. Under the enhancement of the four-winged Archangel, her sword speed had reached one and a half times the speed of sound! He hadn't anticipated her move; rather, after her power had greatly diminished, her movements became deformed and disjointed, allowing him to exploit a flaw.

This situation arose because the four-winged Archangel behind her had suddenly become inert, as if dead, ceasing all motion.

This noble guardian spirit had even shrunk into a ball of white light, showing no response no matter how she called or communicated.

"Don't understand why?"

Across from her, Li Mochen tossed his sword onto the nearby weapon rack: "So-called angels, though they hold an important place in Western mythology, are in essence nothing more than a type of spirit."

Hearing this, Lina Adric suddenly noticed that behind Li Mochen now stood three majestic imperial figures.

With her extensive knowledge, she immediately recognized them as the highly revered Purple Tenuity, Southern Pole, and Gouchen of the Eastern pantheon.