Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1189 The Embrace of Pure White
"no……"

Sensing the surprised gazes from the raven and the Crimson King, the All-Encompassing Cicada blinked, then spoke with a slightly bewildered expression:

"I clearly saw... no! These aren't angels!"

Five eyes opened and closed alternately, quickly scanning the struggling and roaring "angels" in the astral realm. The All-Encompassing Cicada frowned and said:
"Although they resemble angels in appearance, they are only similar to angels in appearance; inside, they are still demons born from sin!"

Are these "angels" actually demons?

The other two pillar gods were taken aback upon hearing this. The Crimson King, who had a deeper understanding of the Old Earth, immediately reacted and asked incredulously:

"So the one who maintained the rules of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils and stepped in to save these demons... is the ruler of the Pure Land of White, the 'Holy Mother' of the angels?"

"If no second ruler intervenes, then it must be her."

"But isn't she an angel?"

After hearing the conversation between the two kings, Qing and Hong, the thrush couldn't help but ask:
"Didn't you say before that the Pure White Land and the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils are mortal enemies, and that the rulers of the two sides are irreconcilable enemies with no possibility of cooperation?"

"That's right, so something must have happened here, but my eyes are being interfered with by the root..."

Gazing at those demons who appeared as angels but were constantly roaring and howling, the Celestial Cicada, whose blue eyes were obscured by the primal, multicolored light, could not discern the cause. It could only close its aching compound eyes and tentatively try to deduce something:
"Could it be... that the Holy Mother has some method to transform these surviving elite demons into angels?"

"You guessed right, child."

"?!!!!" x3
"do not be afraid."

Like milk mixed with honey, the sweet, soft, and even slightly sticky voice irresistibly flowed into the eardrums of the Three Pillar Gods and gently flowed into their terrified hearts.

“Although you do not belong to me, but are ‘children’ enslaved by Number 1, I have no intention of harming you, nor will I allow you poor children to be harmed.”

A nearly six-meter-tall, pure white figure, using the roaring "angels and demons" as a springboard, instantly traveled from an incredibly distant place and landed in front of the Three Pillar Gods. It then extended its gentle arms and pure white wings, giving the trembling Three Pillar Gods a warm embrace.

As the pure white figure embraced them irresistibly, the fear and terror on the faces of the three pillar gods instantly softened. The blood lines on the Crimson King's face and limbs faded, the deep blue eyes of the Celestial Cicada gradually closed, and the thrush...

The thrush didn't react much.

"..."

"..."

After exchanging a glance with the somewhat bewildered raven, the figure, shrouded in soft holy light and only its hazy outline visible, blinked in confusion, then, unconvinced, stretched out its arms and gave the raven another deep hug. "There's no need to be afraid."

Looking at the two queens, one blue and one red, whose bodies were slowly being covered in a layer of pure white and whose backs were also sprouting a pair of white wax wings, the white figure couldn't help but nod slightly in satisfaction, and then spoke gently to the thrush that dared not move:
“If Number 1 is your Father, then I can be your Mother. You will never be hurt by me, only receive warmth and acceptance. My child, you have absolutely no need to be afraid of me.”

"..."

"..."

What's going on? His fear hasn't been completely dispelled?
After releasing her embrace, the pure white "Holy Mother" looked down at the thrush, which was still completely black, without a trace of white, and without any white wax wings growing on its back, and fell into silence.

"You...you are the ruler of the Pure White Land, aren't you?"

Stealing a glance at the two kings, Qing and Hong, beside him, and seeing their eyes struggling fiercely and their expressions gradually changing from wary to adoring, the thrush felt a chill run down its spine. It couldn't help but force a smile, its expression somewhat ingratiating, and said:
“We are following the orders of [Father] to deliver a message to you in other planes... um... envoys? [Father] is aware of our journey, so you are probably..."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ah? ? ?
Seeing the pure white figure completely ignoring his words and instead staring intently at him, the thrush clicked its tongue in bewilderment, then forced a smile and said:
"Well...you are the great ruler, and you just promised not to harm me, so I feel more respect than anything else towards you?"

"That was not what I meant."

The hazy light and shadow on her body quickly faded, revealing a face half-covered in scales, with a devil's horn growing from one side of her forehead. The "Holy Mother," her eyes shimmering with sulfur and blood, bent down and spoke with a strange look in her eyes:

"Saying I won't hurt you is just to activate [Pure White Embrace], it has nothing to do with any promise. As for you servants of Number 1, I basically kill you one by one when I see you, and I throw your corpses into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils to prevent them from polluting my pure land."

"?!!!"

"I was a little scared, but the overall taste was still off."

Seeing the thrush's expression change and cold sweat beading on its forehead, the "Holy Mother" of the Pure White Land frowned and pointed at the two kings, Qing and Hong, whose eyes were filled with struggle:
"You are just a pillar god. Faced with comfort from the root level, you should be like those two, immediately having your fear of me erased by the [Pure White Embrace], beginning to transform into the form of an angel, and admiring me like other children. Why are you showing no reaction at all?"

"Because he's not afraid of you, Mother... Mother!"

After the word "mother" was uttered, it seemed to complete some unknown transformation. The struggle in the Crimson King's eyes faded, the blood lines covering his body were washed away and turned pure white, and the white wax wings on his back slowly solidified, growing clusters of pure white feathers.

Folding his newly grown wings, the Crimson King knelt respectfully on one knee before the "Holy Mother" of the pure white land. Seemingly having completely lost himself, he gazed up at the "Holy Mother's" eerie figure, half angel and half demon, and said with eyes full of reverence:
"The Truth of the Crow [Avoiding Disaster] is a unique truth born from [Disaster] and [Fear]. Its root lies in viewing the God of Food as a disaster and taking the fear of the God of Food as nourishment. The stronger the power of the God of Food, the stronger he will become."

The reason he resisted your kind embrace was probably related to these things... After all, your presence was too comforting, failing to evoke any fear in him. Furthermore, he gained power surpassing that of the Pillar God from the God of Food, which is why he hurt your gentle mercy.

(End of this chapter)