After the same name as the Abyss Lord

In the church, the two-meter-tall demon god looked down at the man on the chair, and his four heads roared at the same time, vaguely speaking in a strange and dark language.

"My lord, the great lord of the abyss, the Seraphim salutes you."

The man who finished reading was still sitting there, leaning back on the chair, and slowly looked sideways at him.

On a face so handsome that it takes one's breath away, there is a pair of black eyes, those eyes are like bottomless gullies, the dark and cold pupils are silent, looking at people without waves, like the emergence of death Dark and shimmering.

Sitting there, he raised his chin slightly when looking at the huge demon god.

When the abyss looks at people, it also has the same bottom-up perspective, devouring all objects and lights that try to look at him.

The man's deep voice seemed to fall asleep at any moment, languid and indifferent: "You are here, are there any interesting new games for the demon gods?"

After finishing speaking, the slender fingers randomly tapped on the page, and murmured softly: "Talk a little closer, it's too noisy."

The demon god with four heads lowered his head, and the huge black alien turned into a 1.9-meter-five adult male. He has a pair of dark red eyes, and his bald face is weirdly handsome, making him intimidating.

The demon god in human form walked up to him respectfully, and began to speak, like countless depressing whispers from the chaos, whispering and endless terror: "Since you fell asleep, the demon gods who lost their restraint began to carnival, the time has come, but you Did not return as scheduled. Now the demon gods think you have fallen in the dream of nothingness, and are fighting for the new position of the demon lord. Don't you intend to stop it?"

The man turned the page again, looked at the previous part, and said absently, "Why stop? Isn't it nice?"

"..."

The man's elegant voice was calm, with a touch of coldness and tiredness: "It doesn't matter if it's a little more messy. I'm tired of watching the games of the demon gods. Even if they are given another chance, there will be no new tricks to watch. When the battle gets bigger, maybe there will be more tricks." It’s a little new, and if it’s interesting, I’ll take a look at it.”

While speaking, those eyes still stayed focused on the page, and even maintained the previous reading speed in the middle of the conversation, turning a page.

It seems that the "Covenant" that can be seen everywhere attracted his attention more than the news of the demon god melee.

The Demon God bowed respectfully, whispering like countless dark monsters, "So, are you going to continue to sleep?"

"Well, I'll sleep for a while longer." There was already a bit of weariness in the deep voice, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep at any time.

The demon god's lowered head slowly lifted up, revealing dark red eyes, and countless choked whispers, eager to express his long-suppressed ambition: "Since you are so tired, let someone else sit in the position of the demon master."

The man was still sitting there, until the page in his hand was turned, and then he raised his head slightly, as if he had heard a brief attention from some joke, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

But the arc raised by the corners of the lips fell before it could draw a smile, leaving only dull boredom: "Do you want to sit?"

After the man finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to the page again, as if he didn't care.

The dangerous expression on the Demon God's face, the ambition and irrepressible anger made the flesh twitch, and the human form spread out large swaths of flesh like ink.

"They are all demon gods, why can't I become a demon master?"

The human-shaped bald head burst into three heads belonging to the demon god, and each head let out a terrifying dark growl: "Rin Ilya Ye, since everyone thinks you are dead, you might as well go die! Stay under the abyss and never wake up!"

Step by step, the seraphim transformed back into a two-meter-tall alien, like a monster transformed from a human, casting a condescending shadow over the man.

"This church was built for you, the burial place of the great abyssal lord!"

With the cross-shaped skylight, the instantaneous burst of holy light is dazzling, illuminating the entire church into a world of light.

Like the creation of the world, the heaven depicted by the colorful glass on the top of the head reappeared, and the pure hymns resounded, as if millions of angels waved their wings and came from the heaven to fight against the demon king of the abyss and hell.

The demon lord, who was besieged by the holy light, was still sitting there, only raised his hand to cover his glare when the light suddenly came, frowned slightly, and looked down at the "covenant" in his hand, as if just because of the sudden too bright light. I was not happy when the light interrupted my reading.

"In human imagination, seraphim means seraphim, but," he slowly closed the book, raised his eyes to look at the demon god who showed his true face, blinked, and sighed contemptuously, "if there is really Seraphim, the existence of four heads and six pairs of wings is indeed a monster."

With a handsome, almost miraculous face, raised rosy lips, those abyss-like dark eyes did not smile, only gloomy and tired indifference, staring straight at him.

Bottom-up, not even disdainful, looking at dead things.

The Demon God showed mad anger and flapped his flesh-colored bone wings aggressively, but it was more like an out-of-control resistance when faced with the threat of death than an attack: "Ah, die!"

The holy light shining on everything became more and more incandescent, and the absolute light almost annihilated all existence. The notes from the stirring hymn, every ray of sound seemed to pierce and burn all dark souls.

The man calmly stood up from the chair, stared at him with gloomy and drooping eyes for a moment, and stretched out his hand to him.

It's like an abyss that invites evildoers who try to step into it.

next moment--

The natural cross formed by the light from the cross window turned upside down at that moment.

The pure and impassioned hymn instantly becomes the dangerous croon of the demon's presence in the world.

The holy light that permeated the entire church and covered everything was shattered, and the multicolored glass that painted the kingdom of heaven on the dome was shattered, and it fell like a torrential rain.

The demon god who was riddled with wounds knelt down on the ground, blood flowed from countless cracked wounds, his dark red eyes were cracked, full of horror and unwillingness: "How could it be?!"

That person was still standing there, still holding the book in his hand, with an elegant and dignified demeanor, just like a preaching priest's abstinence and nobleness, but with those cold and gloomy eyes, even a demon god would be afraid of him, condescending looking at him.

The low voice was already boring: "So you can only be the devil, and I am the devil."

That handsome face is always quiet, and the abyss will not stir up ripples because of any existence, only devouring and dying.

He even retained his elegance and reserve from the beginning to the end, and the low, cold, gloomy and lethargic between the brows did not change at all.

"I can't see it. Among the stupid and boring demon gods on weekdays, you can entertain me the most. If you want to be a demon master, you should go to the abyss to take a good look and understand what the real abyss is. After being a demon god for a long time, you don't know what it is. Fear and death are also boring, so please help me."

Even if the energy system of the whole body was completely cut off by the backlash damage, there was no desperate Demon God, finally showing a collapsed expression, looking at him in shock and fear, and roaring: "What do you want to do to me?!"

This time, the man didn't answer him.

The demon god struggled to stand up and wanted to escape, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even look away, he could only look at the man's abyssal eyes, and the gloomy and ruthless death was reflected in his soul.

The slender and perfect fingers were gracefully and slowly inserted into the demon god's heart. The severe pain made the demon god's eyes widen, and he let out a sonic scream that could destroy the entire nightmare border and even the two countries, but in the end, even a breeze couldn't produce.

The man also frowned slightly, showing a questioning expression, as if he was also wondering for him: Yes, you are one of the five great demon gods, and the world is also made up of your elements. You are in such pain, why nothing happened ?Just died so casually?

However, those dark and pure eyes looking down at him, with the unwavering lifelessness in their eyes, have already given judgment.

—Well, you just die like this.

The next moment, the fingers inserted into the Demon God's heart clenched without warning.

The heart of the hardest demon god in the world, which contained cosmic energy, was slowly crushed under strong pressure, but it was as normal as crushing a tomato.

Nothing happened.

There is no turmoil in the world, the collapse of the earth and the collapse of the sky, but the extinction of a dark element in the Demon God's Amusement Park.

The man pulled out his fingers, frowned and lowered his eyes, looking at the blood on his hands with gloomy and unhappy eyes, like looking at tomato juice accidentally spilled on his hands.

The demon god's body collapsed suddenly, and the eight compound eyes lost their light one by one. Blood gushed out from the hole in the heart like a spring, and almost instantly submerged the entire church floor.

As one of the only five great demon gods in the world, Seraphim's blood and flesh contain extremely powerful energy, even for another demon god, it is a rare and rare food.

"It's quite precious. After all, from the perspective of the principle of diminishing energy in the food chain, cultivating a demon god is not as easy as raising a pig and a cow."

Having said that, the man's frowning eyes looking at the juice in his hands are definitely not the eyes of precious ingredients.

At this moment, the man's gaze on the hand suddenly paused, and he turned his head and looked at the door of the church indifferently: "Well, there are guests."

This kind of place full of abyss, even the city lords on the border of nightmares dare not take a step to the edge, but today people visit one after another.

"Why, did you bring a little tail when you died? But," he looked at the human being who bumped into him, and murmured softly, "I really need a dessert before going to bed."

Especially after being disturbed by others and finally brewing drowsiness.

The author has something to say: Eat dessert before going to bed, devil, do you have a toothache?

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