"God, I thank you, one day I'll prepare a big pig head to thank you properly."
Ning Fan excitedly shouted at the sky, but before his joy could fully blossom, something happened that made his nose wrinkle.
Hilde staggered and floated back up again.
Hilde said gloomily, "Kid, aren't you surprised to see me return?"
"A bit surprised."
Ning Fan pouted, "How come you didn't fall to your death, old man? I would definitely inscribe an epitaph to record your glorious achievements."
"The first archbishop in history to fall to his death from a high place."
The sentence suddenly flashed in Hilde's mind, and then he was so angry he could hardly breathe.
If that were the way to die, he'd rather go to Hell.
"Kid, your time is up."
Hilde sneered, "As long as you kneel and beg for mercy, I might let you live."
Alice ran away, the mission failed, and his angelic form lost a wing...
Today, Hilde suffered a complete defeat.
