章節 1537: "The Archangels' Small Consciousness" 

The moment the sword cut the wing, white feathers flew everywhere, and the gorgeous wing that stood up with pride slowly fell to the altar, not splashing even a single drop of blood. 

The queen didn't shed blood, but the pain from having her wings cut off still struck her left shoulder, almost making her scream like a lunatic. 

It was the continuous stream of holy energy that kept the queen's body warm and lessened her pain by tenfold. 

Not to mention that the second king quickly used this ability to heal the Queen so that her wings could grow again smoothly after this. 

The queen managed to suppress the scream that had already reached her throat. 

Only drops of sweat slid down her forehead, and her soaked back showed how much pain the queen had to endure. 

The pain was like losing a limb to a sharp sword. 

It didn't last long, but the pain almost made the queen faint on the spot.