Text text: As the archangel of the kingdom of God, Caveira has always fulfilled his duties and integrated the seven virtues. He is not like Milatu, who is a war angel but has a quirk of liking wine, nor is he like West, who is an angel of knowledge but loves beauty. He is the first person under the gods, loved by the angels, just like the god who loves them. But since the war, some things have been quietly changing, the gods are quietly awakening, and the archangel is slowly sinking...
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A certain war. Archangel Miratu accidentally fell into the holy lake while drunk, surrounded by angels sitting in rows, eating fruit (no), and extremely anxious.
The archangel came to the battlefield and found no archangel with authority for war.
Kavila: Where's Miratu?
A certain angel: Mi…Master Miratu is not here!
Kaweila: Of course I knew he was not here, I asked him where he was! (Scolding with a cold face. Jpd)
Angel: Mi... Lord Miratu is... In the holy lake! (Panic. Jpd)
Kaweila: Let him wait. When the war is over, I will settle the score with him! (Leaves with piercing eyes. Jpd)
Angel: Yes! (Trembling. Jpd)
Archangel Miratu was still immersed in the holy lake and was about to struggle up, but because his brain was corroded by alcohol, his brain was confused, his hands and feet were weak, and his limbs were weak, he still couldn't climb up.
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