flower and big devil

It's as if the movie must have bad weather as a background blessing when it's at its saddest. When the sound of the angels chasing them was getting closer and closer, heavy snow fell in the sky.

When the blindingly white snowflakes fell on the head, shoulders, and eyelashes of the black-haired young man, surprisingly, he could barely feel their coldness—probably because he was already cold all over at this moment, as if His blood was already frozen, and the cold outside was nothing to him at all.

He knelt in front of the monster that seemed to have lost its mobility due to injury, lowered his eyes, and brushed his hand over the monster's eyes covered with blue scales. He looked at the eyes with blood-red pupils flickering. After a moment of tired light, it opened its mouth. Just when Luo Xiuman thought it would say something, he saw that the monster's chest twitched violently. Then, a mouthful of black blood spattered. It sprayed out—not only drenched Luo Xiu's whole body and face, who had no time to avoid it, but also dyed the thin layer of snow that had just fallen on the ground red with a shocking splash.

Its eyes closed slowly again.

The hand of the black-haired young man paused slightly, and he didn't even reach out to wipe off the raindrops of blood and foam on his face. He bent down slightly, and clinging to the monster's side, using his hand as if he was afraid of It called the man's name intermittently in a low, hoarse voice as if awakened.

"Lucifer... Your Majesty?"

"..."

"Open your eyes, okay... Is it really a good choice to sleep to death here? You look up, the angel legion has already chased you, and they are about to see you like this-there are many Among your acquaintances are Michael you hate the most, Metatron I hate the most, and your former subordinates, are you sure you want them to see you like this? —Hello?"

This seems to be working somewhat.

The monster that had already closed its eyes struggled to open them again.

It's just that it took a gloomy look at the black-haired young man squatting in front of him, whose whole body was smaller than his own head, and then moved, making a low growl, and stretched out The huge claws pushed him with the pads that had already retracted the sharp nails.

Luo Xiu was caught off guard, pushed and pushed by the claws and sat down on the ground. The black-haired young man coughed a few times, and at the same time cursed impatiently: "Don't fucking push me. If you push me, I won't leave. If you're gone, can I still live?——That's not what I mean, what I mean is, Mammon and the others still haven't cut me into pieces?"

The monster's red eyes flickered, and after a while, the huge head hung back limply.

"Whenever you are still thinking about this, if you want to talk about love, you must at least have a human appearance. If you can lower your head, you can see how big your little brother is now - thicker than my thigh, just for this I also It won’t do anything to you—you’re really bowing your head when you’re asked to? You don’t have a neck, and you still think of yourself as a quiet and handsome man? Are you tired and panicking.”

The black-haired young man was thinking about it. In fact, he didn't even know what he said at all. He tried to pick up the man who had turned into a monster and find a suitable place to cover before making plans, but when he When trying to do this, he found powerlessly that Lucifer was really too heavy at the moment—even if he had already used his demonic power at this moment, he couldn't move it even the slightest bit.

That's right, what Luo Xiu is doing right now is like a human trying to move a sleeping elephant.

No one knows what kind of structure is inside the monster transformed by Lucifer.

Maybe, at this moment, he is heavier than the abyss in the depths of hell than the patriarch of the Mongolian race.

Giving up on continuing to move the man, the black-haired young man raised his hand and opened up a temporary area concealment magic—he didn't think such magic could fool Metatron or Michael, but he felt that at least It can be delayed for some time, although it is not long enough to wait for those ignorant people in Mamen to realize that something happened to Lucifer and return to rescue him, but...

Maybe enough for him to do some simple healing?

As if he had made up his mind, the eyes of the black-haired young man began to wander aimlessly, and finally reluctantly landed on the wound on the monster's abdomen that was continuously flowing out of black blood—well, no matter how he avoided it, What caused Lucifer's weak state like a sick cat at this moment was of course the arrow stuck in his chest.

Metatron's arrow seemed to have penetrated a little deeper than before because of Lucifer's fall or stumble. When Luo Xiu tried to touch the wound with his hand, the monster that had closed its eyes immediately opened its eyes, and the red pupils opened. The pupils could hardly be seen in the pupils, and there was a low growling sound of pain.

Luo Xiu tried to throw a healing magic on the wound - but the effect was negligible - he is just a berserker, and strictly speaking, his proficiency in using magic is probably not as good as that of a trainee magister. He was already working hard to make up for it, but everything in the book seemed to have turned into clouds in an instant before he played.

And because of excessive nervousness, his magic was read intermittently.

After the chanting, a black light spread from the monster's blue scales. After the light dissipated, Luo Xiu found that the blood from the wound not only didn't stop, but had a tendency to flow more and more fiercely.

He was about to cry by himself.

A serious feeling of heart congestion made his eyes really red.

However, before he had time to look down and feel sorry for his own IQ, at this moment on top of his head, the enchantment magic that was hastily propped up just now made a frightening and ominous sound that is unique to glass breaking. —— Luo Xiu was taken aback for a moment, and then almost without thinking he grabbed the magic sickle behind his back and stood up. The huge magic sickle spun several times in his hand, and then accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of "huh", the whole huge His scythe lay horizontally in front of the black-haired young man, his body slightly pressed down in an offensive posture, and at the same time he lightly jumped to the front of the monster lying on the ground, the cold wind blowing him The big black demon robe on his body made a sound of blowing wind.

In the blizzard, the black pupils almost stared at the enchantment magic whose cracks were getting bigger and bigger.

It's obviously very cold.

The palms of Luo Xiu's hands holding the sickle were slightly sweaty.

The sweat was blown to freeze, bonding the hands of the black-haired young man to the sickle. At this moment, Luo Xiu had a feeling that as long as he moved a little, the skin on the palm of his hand would be torn apart. down illusion.

Just as he was concentrating on waiting for Michael or Metatron to break through the barrier and fight them for the last time——suddenly, he felt that a huge claw was caught on his back Pushed lightly, although Mr. Monster obviously controlled his strength this time, it still did not prevent the black-haired young man from being pushed staggeringly——

"What?"

Luo Xiu turned his head and looked irritably at the monster behind him - this guy was lying on the ground with a broken arrow stuck in his chest. He looked like he was going to die, but he still had so much shit.

The shattering traces of the enchantment magic above their heads are getting bigger and bigger, and the angel legion may break through the enchantment and break in at any time, but at this moment, amidst the whistling sound of the blizzard, Luo Xiu heard a It seemed as if a voice from far away sounded in his ears——

[You still have time to go now. 】

Luo Xiu was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, he realized that the voice was none other than Lucifer's.

"I thought we'd discussed that just now."

[My heart was pierced by pure holy power, and it turned into what it is now... Do you think we still have a chance of winning? 】

"I can't beat Michael, and I can't beat Metatron, let alone the two of them combined," Luo Xiu said calmly, "So of course I don't think we have any chance of winning."

[Let's go,] the voice sounded very calm, [I don't want you to see me in a mess. 】

"Say it as if you're not embarrassed now."

Lucifer finally shut up.

Just when the black-haired young man was about to turn around again, suddenly, a huge claw fell from the sky in front of him——the monster behind him hugged him into his arms like a puppet. In his arms, Luo Xiu's palm hurt, and the sickle fell to the ground with a bang, making a deep mark in the snow that already had a layer of snow!

The big paw that held him in his arms let go a little: [Why did it fall?Pick up the sickle. 】

Luo Xiu pushed away the big paw blocking him, bent down and picked up his sickle: "...If it weren't for seeing that you were injured to death, I really wanted to kill you every minute."

[It's because you can't hold it steady by yourself, do you have kidney deficiency? I haven't touched you recently. ] Said the monster who was still in the mood to make dirty jokes when things came to an end.

Luo Xiu: "..."

Holding the sickle, just when the black-haired young man was wondering what else he wanted to do, he suddenly heard the monster behind him say——

[Now please give me back my last ray of soul, let's see if we can break out. 】

Luo Xiu was taken aback: "What?"

【That chattering fat meat. 】

Luo Xiu: "..."

【it's me. 】

Luo Xiu almost threw the sickle out of his hand.