Chapter 838: Archangel Michael

Although Su Xiyue knew about Ye Chen's past, he didn't know much.
Especially the origin of the title of Polsephone.
What's more, it was even more unlikely that Su Xiyue would not know what to do if Hermes invited Hermes to the Zizhu Forest in this way.
Ye Chen coughed twice, pretending to be confused, and said, "My wife, what else do I need to explain? Hasn't it been explained clearly?"
"Ye Chen, are you pretending to be confused with me?"
Su Xiyue looked at Ye Chen with a bad face, and said coldly: "What the is going on with these people today?"
"This matter today is a misunderstanding."
Ye Chen frowned and assured him with a serious face: "This will never happen in the future."
This time Hermes personally took action, which really surprised Ye Chen. Relying only on the protection of the dragon soul seemed a little unsafe. It was time to send a team of elites from the Hades to come to Zhonghai to protect the safety of Su Xiyue and Su Xiaozhu. Up.
Su Xiyue's expression eased slightly, she gave a cold snort, and said calmly, "What does the name Persephone mean?"
"It's just a title, I have a name in the West, Hades, Hades, who knows me, will call me that."
Ye Chen said vaguely.
"That's it?"
Su Xiyue looked at Ye Chen suspiciously and asked.
"Otherwise, what do you think it will be like? After a day of tiredness, please rest quickly."
Ye Chen made a sloppy look, then turned around and went into the bathroom to prevent Su Xiyue from studying further.
The identity of the twelve lord gods is a bit involved, and Ye Chen still doesn't want to involve Su Xiyue in it.
"Ye Chen, you..., huh, I'll never finish this matter with you."
Su Xiyue snorted coldly and looked at Ye Chen bitterly.
Even if Ye Chen didn't say anything, Su Xiyue still didn't believe that with her strength, she couldn't find out Ye Chen's secret.
When Ye Chen was resting, the news that Gabriel had almost fallen from a serious injury caused an uproar in the Holy See.
For hundreds of years, the Holy See has not suffered such a blow.
The great knight commander of the dignified temple almost fell outside, which is a shame to the Holy See.
"The Pope is the ghost of the two main gods, Hermes and Ares of the blood family. If it weren't for them, Master Gabriel would not have been so badly injured. Pope, you have to be our master. ."
Bernard, a member of the Knights Templar, cried to the Pope.
This time the honor of the Holy See was completely lost.
"Hermes and Ares actually intervened in this matter?"
The pope squinted his eyes, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
"The Pope, in order to capture the Holy See’s sacred weapon Longinus’ Spear, Ares pretended to be a member of the Knights Templar, and finally killed the Deputy Knight Commander Carlos. If it weren’t for Ares, Master Gabriel. Nor will he be seriously injured by that monster."
Bernard told the Pope about the tomb with a look of fear.
"A thousand-year-old corpse?"
The pope's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes filled with solemn expressions.
The Pope knew how strong Gabriel was after becoming a Seraphim.
It was such an existence who was able to kill Gabriel so easily, his strength must have reached the pinnacle.
Since even Hermes and Ares are not rivals, this loss, the Holy See can be considered as determined.
However, the news of Gabriel's serious injury had already spread, and if the Holy See did not respond, it would inevitably damage the majesty of the Holy See.
"My Lord Pope, if this matter is not dealt with, it will inevitably have a great impact on the majesty of the Holy See."
At this moment, a gentle voice came from outside the door, and then a young man walked in.
With short blond hair, handsome face, and a gentle smile on his face, he looks approachable, but there is a touch of indifference in his eyes, but it reveals a sense of distance.
"Michael, are you out?"
The pope raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Since you are here, things are much easier."
The surrounding members of the Knights Templar quickly bent over, their eyes full of respect.
Archangel Michael, as the most noble existence under the Pope, enjoys the respect of countless people in the Holy See.
"Aris actually dared to the Holy See's sacred weapon Longinus' Spear, and even kill the deputy knight commander of the Holy See. He is prudent in guilt, and the Pope, it is better to let me take the action and punish Ares in the name of God."
A glimmer of holy light flashed in Michael's eyes, and said lightly.
"You are indeed the most suitable candidate. Have you successfully integrated the angelic power in your body?"
The pope said with a smile.
"Thank you, Lord Pope, for your concern. The integration has been completed."
Michael nodded, a haughty color flashed in his eyes.
"Very well, our Holy See hasn't seen the twelve-winged seraphim for a long time."
There was a touch of joy on the Pope's face, and he laughed: "In that case, Michael, on behalf of the Holy See, take back the gun of Langinus in Ares's hand."
"The world knows the twelve lord gods of the West. It's time to let them know the majesty of the Seraphim."
A golden-white flame flashed in Michael's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.
"Michael, the Holy See has already failed once, and absolutely cannot fail a second time."
The Pope said meaningfully.
"My Pope, don't worry, Michael will never disappoint the Holy See."
Michael bowed slightly, then turned and walked outside the door.
Early the next morning, Ye Chen yawned and walked out of the room, and he saw Su Xiaozhu coming out of the room in pajamas.
"Good morning."
"Brother-in-law, did my sister embarrass you last night? Didn't let you kneel down on the keyboard and chop durian with your hands?
Su Xiaozhu approached Ye Chen and smirked.
"Children go, is this something you can ask?"
Ye Chen's face was covered with black lines, and he said angrily: "Mother-in-law didn't teach you since childhood. Women can't take care of too much nosy, or they will become Princess Taiping.
"Brother-in-law, how can you bury people like this? Who is Princess Taiping?"
Su Xiaozhu pouted and shouted angrily at Su Xiyue's bedroom: "Sister, brother-in-law, he is bullying."
"Don't talk nonsense, go to breakfast quickly."
Su Xiyue's flat voice came from the bedroom.
Ye Chen shrugged at Su Xiaozhu, his face full of gloat.
"Huh, bad brother-in-law, what's wrong with the flat chest, I have a flat chest, I am proud, I save fabric for the country, I am winning glory for the country."
Su Xiaozhu stared at Ye Chen fiercely, snorted, and walked towards the restaurant angrily.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and he followed Su Xiaozhu to the restaurant.
After breakfast, Ye Chen sent Su Xiaozhu to school, and then he came to the marketing department.
As soon as I walked into the marketing department, I saw Lin Shiyu stepping out of the office stepping on high heels and hitting Ye Chen on the face.
"Ye Chen, do you still know to come back?"
Lin Shiyu's face was full of icy colors, gritted his teeth and said.