ghost world

On a pile of ruins in the city, Poggy was arrogantly tearing off his sleeves, exposing his strong little arms.

Standing beside them were two dazed angels, caught off guard by the collapse of the building.

"Hmph! Isn't my arm prettier than these messy books?" Porgy kicked a piece of rubble away, walked up to the angel, bent his arm, showing two small muscles, "Tell me, isn't it pretty!"

"Are you going to cut them off and add vegetables at night?" Abaddon said in a bad tone.In fact he was on the verge of a rage right now.It was so close to Mammon's makeshift studio that he could almost predict on his knees that his bills were thickening again.Although he still hasn't figured out why the buildings in the Tenth World want Mamen to send him the bill.

Porgy looked at him disdainfully, "It's because you only think about eating all day, that's why you've got a whole body of fat!"

"Fat meat! You actually said that my body is fat!" Abaddon was furious, his body tensed up suddenly, and the red windbreaker on his body turned into snowflakes and scattered in the air.He bent his arms, revealing his strong muscles, and proudly said to Porgy, "Look at me, am I muscle or fat!"

……

Mammon and Metatron stood side by side on a building not far away.

Mamen said: "I finally know why Porgy likes to post his nude photos on the Internet." It turned out that he inherited Abaddon's fine tradition.

Metatron laughed and said, "He does have the capital."

Mamen raised her eyebrows, suddenly took his hand and put it on the button of her clothes, and said with a wicked smile, "Do you want to know my capital?"

Metatron tightened his fingers subconsciously, and said without changing his face: "I have confidence in you."

Mammon laughed even more sinisterly, "Then it needs to be appraised."

The buttons on his clothes suddenly opened by themselves.But judging from the postures of the two, it seems that Metatron untied it.

"Continue?" Mammon grabbed his hand and slowly moved it down.

Metatron's hand stopped suddenly, then moved upwards.

Mammon held his hand and moved along.

"It's cold." Metatron helped him button his button with one hand, and then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Mammon hugged him from behind.

Metatron frowned.After returning to the Tenth Realm, the number of Mammon's various small movements has obviously risen in a straight line.

"Raphael is coming." He whispered in his ear.

Metatron asked, "God's will?"

"Maybe." Mammon lowered her head and sniffed at his shoulder, her eyes flickering.If it was God's will, would it be aimed at Shipley?Will the result expose his lie, or fulfill his lie?

……

Either way, he wouldn't allow anyone to spoil his time with Metatron.

"What are you thinking?" Metatron felt killing intent emanating from him.

Mamen said, "I'm thinking whether to kill Raphael."

"Why?" Metatron asked calmly.

"Heaven is coming to the Tenth Realm at this time, probably wanting a share of the pie." Mamen's chin rested on his shoulder, "My thinking seems to be quite disgusted with this possibility."

Metatron sighed, "He can't die."

Although he did not stop Mammon, his words already represented his position.If Mammon decides to attack Raphael, then he will definitely stand by Raphael's side.

Mamen smiled calmly and said, "I'm just thinking about the possibility." He paused, then said in a deep voice, "However, I don't know who will win?"

Metatron was silent.

Abaddon, Porgy and Mammon, he and Raphael... who will win?

Or, the one from the Tenth Realm?

Porgy's destruction wasn't all for nothing.At least Mammon knows that the best way to destroy the habitual behavior of the tenth angels is to destroy the place where their habitual behavior takes place.

But this approach is obviously not practical at all in reality.

Because it is impossible for Mammon to destroy the entire main city just to let them have nothing to do.

Another question came to his mind.If these angels came from somewhere else, then what they were doing before must have been different from what they are doing now.So who used what method to make them quickly adapt to all this?

He raised this issue at a small meeting of the four representatives of Heaven and Hell.

Metatron thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's the singing of an angel?"

Mammon froze for a moment, then remembered what it was.

The chant of the so-called angels is like the trumpets of men.

In the past, angels lived everywhere in heaven, and it was not easy to gather them. The only way was to use angels to sing loudly in front of a giant conch shell, expressing God's will with singing.It's just that Mammon has been away from Heaven for too long, and Hell likes to use the communicator every time it has a meeting, so it is ignored.

Abaddon frowned and said, "But each angel's division of labor is different, how could the angel's singing be told to them all at once?"

Metatron said: "I remember that when I first arrived at the Tenth Realm, there was an Angel of Wisdom in the small town I passed by."

Mamen said: "You mean, he is responsible for teaching those angels' daily routines?"

Metatron said: "This best reflects his value."

Abaddon said: "But there are so many angels in the main city..."

Boji said: "Stupid! There are so many angels in the main city now, which means that there were so many angels of wisdom in the past. What's so difficult about teaching one by one?"

Abaddon suddenly realized.

Mamen said: "The biggest problem now is, how can those angels be willing to learn from scratch?"

Metatron said, "What do you want them to learn?"

"Farming and mining." Mamen said.

Metatron said: "The current resources of the Tenth Realm are already self-sufficient."

Mammon said with a smile: "But it's not enough for export. As long as the Tenth World and Hell establish a trade relationship, I believe their development will be greatly accelerated."

Metatron said, "Maybe that's not what they want."

"Before they have wisdom, they will never know what they really want." Mamen said, "So, if I can find the tree of wisdom, I will definitely let them have wisdom and learn to think and choose."

Metatron got up and went to the window.

On the street, two or three angels walked sparsely.

For the same main city, the sights seen the first time and the second time were totally different.

"Even if we knew the methods used by the Tenth Realm, we would not be able to implement them." Abaddon's voice brought Metatron back to the meeting.

Porgy said: "What's so difficult about it! Take them back to hell for training! Throw them back after teaching them."

Abaddon said unhappily, "Are you a tour guide?"

Mamen said, "How about bringing the people from hell here?" He asked Abaddon, but Metatron looked at him.

Metatron turned around.

A faint smile appeared on her indescribably beautiful face, "I believe in you."

Mamen's heart skipped a beat.

"The Tenth Realm will definitely flourish in your hands."

Mammon's fingers tightened.

It was clearly his expectation, but why didn't he feel happy at all?

Because he couldn't tell whether Metatron handed over the Tenth Realm to him because of his trust, or because he didn't want to have any more entanglements with him, so he just let go and got away.

Raphael was a little dizzy.

After experiencing the sea of ​​fire and the water monster, he stood in a darkness that could not be penetrated by light.

What kind of evil is it that even light cannot penetrate?

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him.

There seemed to be a very light groping sound.

He waited in place for a while, and after confirming that the opponent's moving speed was only ten meters per hour, he decided to go up to see what happened.

As one of Heaven's preeminent angels, he never fails to help others.Of course, it would be great if you can get a little gratitude or admiration from the other party after helping the other party.If the other party feels that expressing this kind of spiritual feeling is not enough, and he must express it materially, he will definitely not mind.

close.

The other party immediately became alert, "Who?"

Judging by the voice, it was a boy.

Raphael lowered his voice slightly.At this time, a deep and mature voice can give the other party a sense of security, "Children who are lost in the dark, I am your guiding light. Please join me in dedicating your soul to the Supreme God."

The other party was silent.

Raphael reflected on whether he acted too much like a magic stick from the beginning, so it backfired.Just when he was about to make amends again, the other party said, "Since it's a bright light, let's turn it on."

"..." If it could be bright, would he still be groping in such a dark environment?

But in this case, Raphael would never say it.

"Don't you feel it? When I appear in front of you, when you hear my voice, the light in your heart has actually been lit."

The other party was silent again.I don't know if he was shocked by his shamelessness.

Rafael decided to be serious, "Can you tell me why you are here? Maybe I can help you."

"who are you?"

"I'm Phil." He didn't want to expose his identity so quickly before he found out the details of the Tenth Realm.Especially when Mammon has already moved in first.

"Where are you from?" the other party asked cautiously.

Raphael thought for a while and said, "A place called hell."

The other party suddenly became excited, "Do you know Metatron?"

Raphael froze for a moment, "I know."

"where is he?"

"He's sleeping in his home in hell." Raphael nonsense.

The other party was silent again.

Raphael could even feel that he was trying to distance himself. "Where do you want to go?" he asked gently.With his crawling speed, he can catch up even by jumping on one leg.

"You lied." The other party obviously knew that he couldn't run away, so he stopped suddenly and said coldly.

Raphael was taken aback.It is not uncommon for him to deceive people, but what is uncommon is that he was exposed. "How do you know I'm lying?"

"Metatron is from heaven, not hell. Mammon is from hell."

"...You know so much."

"Who are you?" The other party's voice trembled slightly.

Just as Raphael was about to answer, he suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing out of the darkness.

But at his speed, it was a breeze to dodge this murderous aura.He dodged for a while, thought for a while, then dodged back, grabbed the young man in the darkness, and led him away.

Killing intent flashed across the front, followed by a ding.

"It looks like a dagger." Raphael touched the object he was holding, wondering, "Why do I feel like I grabbed a raw chicken wing?"

The opponent shook.

Raphael was still touching the bumpy skin, when suddenly he lightened his hand, and the sound of the boy's breathing disappeared in the darkness.

If it wasn't for the residual tactile sensation, he would almost doubt that the boy had never appeared.

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Take people away in front of him...

Raphael's closed eyes suddenly opened.