I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

Chapter 43 The only ones who correspond to demons are gods!
Early morning, San Francisco, Papa Antiques.

"He's fine, it's just that he's over-consumed." The green light in the old man's hand dissipated, and he looked at Xiaoyu, whose eyes were full of worry, and said.

"It's fine." Xiaoyu finally said with a sigh of relief. Although he had only been with Feathered Serpent for a few days, the meticulous care made Xiaoyu treat him as her own.

As for his own person, Xiaoyu, he always seems to be casual, but in fact he cares a lot.

"I'll just say I'm fine." Feathered Serpent said with some helplessness on his face, but the relief in his eyes couldn't be erased.

"But dad wants to know what that dark wizard you mentioned looks like." Dad asked solemnly, he had a bad feeling that this wizard might not be a stranger.

"It's ugly, he's an old man!" Xiaoyu said without any hesitation, and it could be seen that she had a bad impression of Daolong.

"This is what that wizard looks like." The Feathered Serpent looked at Xiaoyu gently, and the flames in his hand gradually formed the appearance of a sword dragon.

These flames are very docile, depicting almost all the details of Daolong, the dark mark on the forehead, the dead wood staff in the hand, and even some wrinkles on the face are reproduced lifelike.

"Sure enough." The old man's pupils narrowed slightly, and he muttered with a look of thought in them.

"Father, do you know him?" Xiaoyu asked involuntarily as she looked at her father.

The old man said in a solemn tone: "Of course the old man knows him. He once defeated the strongest archmage among the mages, and that was the master of the old man."

"Couldn't daddy beat him too? Then what should we do?" Xiaoyu said that she was flustered, with a listless look on her face.

Now she is inexplicably given many titles, such as Mayan goddess, saint warrior, and a queen who doesn't know what.

The most important thing is that these things didn't bring her any power except Feathered Serpent God. She is still an ordinary little girl, but what are the things that want to kill her?
The strongest wizard?demon?

I have to panic.

"Father didn't say he couldn't beat him." Father said a little arrogantly.

"Really?" Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and the radiance of worship flashed inside.

Those big flickering eyes almost melted my father's heart.

The old man still had that arrogant look and said: "Of course it's true, well, it's almost dawn, and the old man has asked for leave for you, now you should go to bed."

"Oh, long live daddy!" Xiaoyu jumped happily, and rushed up to the second floor like the wind. She didn't know whether she was excited because she asked for leave or because of her own safety.

After Xiaoyu left, the expression on the father's face became serious, and he looked at Feathered Serpent and asked, "Are you sure Daolon is talking about the Saint Seiya and the Demon Lord?"

"Of course, I can't hear you wrong about the princess." Feathered Serpent God nodded seriously.

Thoughts flashed in the father's eyes, and he said directly: "It seems that we can't sleep yet, the appearance of the demon king and the saint warrior is of great importance, we must find out!"

As the old man spoke, the phone call to Chen Long had already been broadcast.

"Hey, what's the matter, Dad?" Chen Long's voice was full of sleepiness, and he should have fallen asleep not long ago.

When the old man heard this voice, he became furious: "Get up quickly, the old man is still awake, how did you, a young man, fall asleep?"

"What happened?" Chen Long was confused at the moment, didn't he just fall asleep?What's wrong?
"Get up and help Dad find ancient books! Hurry up!" Dad yelled directly.

After being yelled at twice, Chen Long regained his senses, and said quickly, "Okay, dad, I'll be right there."

Dad: "One more thing, help Dad make breakfast first, Dad is hungry."

Chen Long: "Okay."

Dad: "One more thing, have you gotten up from the bed yet? Are you going to starve Dad? If not, get up quickly!"

Chen Long: "Okay, it's starting."

Dad: "One more thing"

America, Church of Jesus.

It's only five o'clock in the morning, and people have already started to pray. Although there are not many prayers, it can be known that even in this age, there are devout beliefs.

Suddenly, a faint blue smoke enveloped the church, interrupting the few prayers, bringing a trace of panic to the originally peaceful church.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I don't know, could it be a fire?"

"It may also be a gas leak, leave first."

Sentences of words quickly moved away. No one knew what this blue smoke was, so basically people mainly left.

But when the smoke dissipated, these believers burst into exclamations.

"The statue of the Lord is gone!"

"My God, who dares to steal the statue of the Lord? Isn't he afraid that the Lord will punish him?"

"The statue is at least one ton, and it must not be man-made. Could it be that the Lord has abandoned us?"

"My God, is my sinful Lord really unwilling to forgive? Why did you treat me like this, I have clearly dedicated my whole body to the Lord."

In the center of the glorious hall ahead, the huge god statue has disappeared, but the strange thing is that there is no trace of dragging at all, and even the time has only passed 2 minutes.

All this made the people present a little panicked. Countless guesses, exclamations, and crashes sounded in the church, making the field even more chaotic.

Of course, the chaos of these ordinary people can't affect the initiator of all this: Daolong.

He returned to his old castle, feeling the power of faith on the statue of Jesus, a trace of obsession flashed in Daolon's eyes.

This is a door to eternal life. If you really integrate your faith, the situation where your life is about to come to an end will be alleviated, and you will become the god of the black air wizard!
"Gan, Wen, Cui!" Daolong murmured in a low voice.

In an instant, in the hall of his castle, three blue smoke clusters exploded, and as the smoke dissipated, the three dark warriors crushed by the Feathered Serpent God appeared intact.

Their life forms have been changed, and their overall nature is more like ninja soldiers. As long as their origin is not lost, they will never die.

The difference between the two is that they are stronger!

"Go, monitor the Saint Seiya, and notify me immediately if something unexpected happens!" Daolong waved his hand and said.

He didn't look at the three of them, but stared obsessively at the statue of Jesus in front of him, and quickly simulated the test route of the power of faith in his mind.

The dark warrior received the order without any hesitation, three blue smoke flashed, and Daolong was the only one left in the castle.

"Faith. Immortality," Daolon murmured, a smile appeared on his thin face.

His pursuit may be completed directly, even if it cannot be completed, contemporary saints will definitely look for the gods' armor for the power around them.

After Shen Zhao woke up, he was very sure of this.

After all, Saints will always find the most suitable thing when they need it most.

And there are always only gods who correspond to demons!

(End of this chapter)