Gabriel floated in mid-air, resembling a sunbeam that captivated everyone's attention. Crow noticed his puppets, but as they retreated, he couldn't help but laugh—a mix of anger and excitement in his heart.He roared, "Heavens, Number 13, you were supposed to become my puppet. You are truly perfect! Become my puppet!"With those words, the puppets were compelled against their instincts, wielding their swords to attack Gabriel. Except for Number 1, the others had broken limbs or countless wounds, looking pitiful.Yet, with empty, staring eyes, they relentlessly attacked Gabriel, seemingly oblivious to fatigue or pain. Seeing this scene, Gabriel felt a sharp pain in his heart.They were no longer angels, his comrades; all had perished at the hands of Crow. Thinking this, Gabriel immediately raised his shining, fiery sword.A bright streak flashed, and the puppets fell one by one, heads severed from their bodies. At that moment, Gabriel's sword plunged deep into the heart of puppet
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