Like a shattered kite in the air, Octave's body was fiercely punched backward by Lucien. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he had totally lost his consciousness.
Suddenly, the look on his face distorted, and from his body, beams of light burst out. The light was shaped into four pairs of white wings behind his back.
Octave's light blue eyes slowly opened, but now they had become colorless. Looking down upon Lucien, the eyes were sheer cold.
"Angels on the Ground?" Lucien murmured.
Octave heard Lucien's exclamation and said triumphantly, "We're the righteous blessed by God, apostles who take Lord's true will. Of course, we have the power of angels. And you, you filthy Fallen Morning Star, should be cleansed by us!"
Octave said his words quickly. The lines came from the Canon, and the language was from heaven.