Son of the Morning Star

When Michael and Samuel, the two commanders of the angelic army, saw Lucifer in military uniform, they were almost speechless due to the excitement and surprise in their hearts.

Oh, God!Have you finally agreed to allow His Royal Highness Lucifer to participate in the holy war? !

Heaven and hell have been fighting for tens of thousands of years. At this time, the demons of hell will attack heaven like chicken blood, and these lunatics are completely disregarding life and death. Because of this, heaven has been losing in the war all the time. God's descent is not lost.

Fortunately, the completely irregular war time of the group of demons later angered God, so in order to have time to be lazy instead of wasting time on God's descent, God decisively used words to force the demons to launch a jihad for 1 years.

However, the disadvantage of this approach is that the devil cherishes the jihad period even more, and attacks heaven more frantically.

God said: Anyway, you are resisting their attacks, not me, so this is almost none of my business.

Michael and Samuel's confidence increased greatly: hum!Let the group of demons always laugh at them not only for their low force value but also for their brains, now His Highness Lucifer will take action, and guarantee to beat them until they cry and cry.

However, Gabriel obviously thinks more than these two angels who don't know what to think in their minds all day long.

Gabriel walked up to Lucifer, saluted gracefully, and then asked: "Your Highness, is it because our poor performance in the last few jihads that you have come to participate in the jihad that you have to take action?"

Lucifer was silent for a while, can he say that he doesn't know what God is thinking? !

"Don't worry too much, you've done a good job. My participation in the jihad this time is actually my god's punishment." Lucifer said the result of his guess, "I will personally command in a while, I hope you can Follow my orders."

Several Seraphs saluted at the same time: "Yes! Your Highness."

And Michael felt a little guilty: After all, he was the one who caused His Royal Highness Lucifer to be punished!But His Highness helped him to block the divine punishment.

Michael felt guilty.

Soon, they discovered: IQ is not enough to understand what His Royal Highness Lucifer is doing!

God can we top up the IQ?

"Michael, you lead the army of cherubs to defend the rear flank; Beelzebub, you lead the angels of strength to provoke the demons as much as possible, but you don't have to resist, retreat after a little hit, and then quickly disperse, leading them to attack Michael; Medan Zuo, you are in charge of spreading the news that Archangel Seraphim also participated in the jihad to hell, and you must ensure that all the demons of the abyss know about it. Can you do it?"

Mei Danzuo walked out, knelt down on one knee, and said in a surprised tone, "Your Highness, it is not difficult to spread the news, but it is very likely that the devil will send more troops!"

"That's right, it is to let them send more troops." Lucifer obviously had a plan in mind.

Out of their unconditional trust in Archangel Seraphim, although these Seraph Angels were somewhat puzzled, they did not disobey His Royal Highness Lucifer's order.

Lucifer left Samael, Uriel, Azazel, and Beria alone, and gave them the task alone: ​​"In a while, you will be responsible for leading the other angels to create an enchantment to trap the demons, and you don't need to trap them for too long. , It’s enough to persist for a few minutes. This task is very important, even the core of the entire plan, and there can be no mistakes. Can it be done?”

"Yes! Your Highness." Several Seraphs were full of confidence.

If they couldn't hold on for even a few minutes and ruined His Royal Highness Lucifer's plan, then they could apologise with death.

Among them, Beria was even more moved: since he was born, he has not been loved by God, and even the identity of Seraphim can't change this.And now, His Highness entrusted him with such an important task, how could he not be grateful?

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So sleepy, so sleepy, I finally finished typing.