Come to Infinity, Sacrifice to Me

"Damn!"

Seeing the monster in front of her, Seraflu breathed out the fragrance, directly sealed the dragon factor in her body with the authority of [jealousy], and faced the dragon eater with the attitude of a pure demon king, her aura suddenly dropped a bit.

Her intuition told her that she couldn't let this monster continue. Just as she was about to make a move, the whole world was filled with black mist in an instant, and she couldn't reach her fingers. Even the perception of the devil king was weakened to the limit.

"Humph!"

Looking at the thick fog in front of her, Serafulu couldn't help but snorted coldly, her aura shot up to the sky, and her violent magic power was like a strong wind, blowing away the surrounding fog completely.

After the fog dissipated, the others were not attacked, but at some point, the dragons and beasts that followed the two of them were covered by an ominous black magic power, and above that black magic power, there were black lines one after another. Connecting with Samuel.

And in that black thread, strands of magic power, life force and even the power of existence were swallowed up and transmitted to the monster.

Obviously, Samael is devouring the power of these dragon beasts, but they have no resistance at all.

"As expected of the original fallen angel—Samael, but I won't let you succeed!"

Although it is a bit uncomfortable, the dragon blood only accounts for a very small part of the power of the hell king, and after sealing it, there is no fear of being killed by Samael's dragon-killing power in seconds.

This is the dragon-slaying curse that even the infinite dragon god Orpheus can hardly resist in the original book. It is a snake that gathers the hatred, anger, and malice of the gods and is cursed to become an obliterated snake.

The devil's wings spread out, and endless cold air emerged to completely freeze Samael, and Gurefiya also made a move, bombarding the black lines connecting the dragon beasts one after another.

But something astonishing happened, whether it was the cold air or the magic bullet, when they fell on Samael, they seemed to be erased by a paintbrush between the sky and the earth in an instant, without even a single ripple appeared.

"This--"

Seeing this scene, Seraflu widened her eyes.

"Don't waste your efforts, its characteristics can offset any attack!"

Lucifer couldn't help laughing mockingly.

"Really? Everything has an upper limit, there is absolutely no absolute thing!"

Just when Lucifer was proud, Gurefiya's cold and stern voice sounded.

The next moment, the whole world changed color directly, and the inert magic power gushed out from the depths, and the surrounding space seemed to become an abstract picture scroll. Lie down and sleep like this.

A sword energy condensed with magic power was cut out by Gurefiya, and it went vertically and horizontally towards all the black lines spit out by Samael.

Freed from that strange sense of fatigue, Lucifer, who felt the strange sword energy, still had the chance to win, and said calmly:

"It's useless. Samael is not only the nemesis of all dragon species, but even the dragon god can't compete. One of its own characteristics is that it can erase all attacks launched against it."

But as soon as these words were uttered, the next moment, Lucifer's originally calm expression changed drastically in an instant, and he completely lost the arrogance and arrogance that he had everything under control before.

I saw the slender sword energy passing across, as if it was just cutting tofu, it directly cut off those black lines completely, without any hindrance...

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"Shame!"

In the Dragon Palace in the sky, Liu Daoming caresses the mirror image in the sky. Inside is the scene of the confrontation between the dragon eater Samael and the two demon kings.

He spit out a scolding expressionlessly, not knowing whether he meant Samuel, who had seized too much power from dragons and lost his mind, or those reformed dragon beasts that were easily restrained and had no resistance at all.

"You say yes, Asachel!"

Liu Daoming didn't turn around, but a figure with twelve wings suddenly appeared in the hall. The Governor of the Fallen Angel half-kneeled on the ground, with expressions of disappointment, horror, fear, worry, etc. on his face, which eventually turned into a wry smile.

"Your will!"

His respectful salute was not at all like the leader of a clan, and his tone was pious, as if facing the holy Lord of Heaven.

"We are the strongest, the most powerful, the most noble, the king of angels!

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The melons are getting bigger and bigger, and now even the website that provides opinions on copyright laws has problems, as expected of a capitalist...

Let's see what happens tomorrow!

Chapter 48: Original Sin of [Wrath]; Long Live the Fallen Angels

"Long time no see, Asachel, look at you as a fallen angel governor!"

Facing the twelve-winged fallen angel half-kneeling behind him, Liu Daoming looked at Gurefia, who was stopping Samael from devouring the dragon beast on the ground. With the power of the original sin, the demons finally couldn't help but swarmed up up!

"Yes, Your Majesty! I have disappointed you!"

Compared with the past, the more vicissitudes of the uncle showed a wry smile on his face. Although he has always been frivolous and unrestrained, Asachel still knows when to be serious and when to be relaxed.

"We are the strongest, the most powerful, the most noble king of angels! Your return is the dream of all angels and fallen angels. Do you need to declare the Three Realms so that all the gods and demons of the biblical gods can worship together?"

"Since when did you like to play this kind of scene talk? My glory and authority, do I still need this kind of show to show off?"

Turning around and looking at this former subordinate again, Liu Daoming seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Sure enough, people will change, just a thousand years of time and small thoughts have changed so much.

Twelve black wings, yellow hair color, beard on the face, the fallen angel who once fell to heaven with lust, has now become a middle-aged uncle full of vicissitudes, but this kind of temperament may be more important to the little girl. Just attractive!

"Please forgive me, I was thinking too much!"

There was an imperceptible trace of cold sweat on his face, because of the current situation of the biblical theology, Asachel always had some troubles that he couldn't tell outsiders recently.